Finn is one of them. Is it not awful? So much more dreadful
to me than the other poor man's death! One oughtn't to say so, of
course."
"And who is the other man? Of course he did it."
"That horrid Jew preaching man that married Lizzie Eustace. Mr.
Bonteen had been persecuting him, and making out that he had another
wife at home in Hungary, or Bohemia, or somewhere."
"Of course he did it."
"That's what I say. Of course the Jew did it. But then all the
evidence goes to show that he didn't do it. He was in bed at the
time; and the door of the house was locked up so that he couldn't get
out; and the man who did the murder hadn't got on his coat, but had
got on Phineas Finn's coat."
"Was there--blood?" asked Madame Goesler, shaking from head to foot.
"Not that I know. I don't suppose they've looked yet. But Lord Fawn
saw the man, and swears to the coat."
"Lord Fawn! How I have always hated that man! I wouldn't believe a
word he would say."
"Barrington doesn't think so much of the coat. But Phineas had a club
in his pocket, and the man was killed by a club.
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