Trial and Error
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Publish Year note: First published in 1937
Non-descript, upstanding Mr Todhunter is told that he has only months to live. He decides to commit a murder for the good of mankind. Finding a worthy victim proves far from easy, and there is a false start before he settles on and dispatches his target. But then the police arrest an innocent man, and the honourable Todhunter has to set about proving himself guilty of the murder.
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that’s the black cap, thought Mr Todhunter; well, all I can say is that it makes the judge look very silly. “Lawrence Butterfield Todhunter,” came the aged voice for the last time, “it is now my duty to pass sentence upon you, in accordance with the verdict which the jury have pronounced upon you, and I shall do so without further comment. Is there any question of law, Sir Ernest, as to the sentence I have to pronounce? You will understand what I mean.” Sir Ernest bobbed up. “So far as I can
progress to dispense with his execution and merely keep him in prison till he died of his own accord. Mr Todhunter frowned. He knew of this movement and deprecated it. To his mind it was merely playing into the hands of the Home Office, which would then find still further excuse for keeping Palmer in prison, too, just to be on the safe side. “I wish you wouldn’t mix yourself up in my affairs,” said Mr Todhunter with severity. “But I am mixed up in them!” Felicity wailed. “We all are. I brought
long way to establish your innocence. I’ve asked for this visit because I want you to clear up one or two points which will help me.” “What piece of evidence?” Palmer asked in a subdued voice and not very hopefully. “It concerns a wrist watch. The wrist watch that Miss Norwood gave you.” “Miss Norwood never—” “Please listen to me,” said Mr Chitterwick earnestly, “and don’t commit yourself to statements that you may regret later. I have already ascertained that Miss Norwood did give you a
anything. I’m sure she’d live on bread and water if necessary.” “But why?” asked Mr Todhunter, bewildered. “Because she can’t bear to have anything approaching—well, not a failure because she never has that, but even anything that can’t be called a stupendous success. Haven’t you noticed that the Jean Norwood runs are becoming longer and longer? All records broken time and time again, and each record has to be broken all over again next time. It’s fantastic. And as I say, she’ll stick at
Todhunter became aware of a difference in the air around him. It was some moments before he realised that this was due to its freedom from the cloud of perfume in which Miss Norwood was apparently accustomed to envelope herself. “Phew!” thought Mr Todhunter in high disgust. “The woman stinks.” 2 Mr Todhunter had never been given very much to the habit of self-analysis, but in the next few days he did scrutinise quite closely the state of his feelings, firstly towards Miss Norwood and secondly