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The clerk instantly pointed to an entry, made in a big, dashing, artistic-looking handwriting. "That," he answered. "Miss Celia Lennard Number 265." Two numbers away from James Allerdyke's room Number 263! The inquirer pricked his ears. "It was she who went off in the middle of the night," continued the clerk. "She pestered me with a lot of questions as to how she could get North to Edinburgh.
Marshall Allerdyke's sharp eyes were quick to see that his new visitor had something of importance to communicate and wished to give his news in private. Dr. Orwin glanced inquiringly at the American as he took the seat which Allerdyke drew forward, and the cock of his eyes indicated a strong desire to know who the stranger was. "Friend of my late cousin," said Allerdyke brusquely. "Mr.
"Just as you think right, sir," answered Gaffney. "So long as you make it right with the guv'nor, I'm willing." "Very well," said Appleyard. He paused a moment, and then lowered his voice. "You've seen about this tremendous reward that's being offered in Mr. James Allerdyke's case?" he asked, with another sharp look. "You know what I mean?"
Come on I'll introduce you." The Chicago millionaire, once put in possession of Allerdyke's name, looked at him with manifest curiosity, and motioned him and Fullaway to take seats with himself and his two companions. "We were just talking of your case, Mr. Allerdyke," he said quietly. "The Princess, of course, has told me about you.
Nevertheless, there were papers before him which had been taken from James's pocket; there was the little journal or diary which he always carried, and in which, to Allerdyke's knowledge, he always jotted down a brief note of each day's proceedings wherever he went. He could examine these, at any rate they might cast some light on his cousin's recent doings.
"Miss Miss Slade," answered Appleyard. He drew his chair nearer to Allerdyke's, and went on in a lower voice. "Now, then, pay attention, and I'll tell you all about it, and what I've done since I got your note yesterday morning."
Van Koon," he said, "and as I'm James Allerdyke's cousin and his executor, I'm going to step round and see this Mr. Delkin at his hotel the Cecil, you said. It's no use trifling, Fullaway Delkin knew, and Mrs. Marlow now tells us his secretary knew. All right! my job is to see, in person, anybody who knew. Then, maybe, I myself shall get to know." Van Koon, too, rose.
"What's it run to, like?" "Seventy-five thousand," answered Appleyard. "Nice bit of profit on that, Mr. Allerdyke." "Good good!" repeated Allerdyke. "Aught else?" "Naught at present. Naught out of the usual, anyway," said the manager. He took off his hat, laid aside the papers he had been busy with on Allerdyke's entrance, and twisted his chair round to the hearth.
He had picked up Allerdyke's card, and glanced from it to its presenter, half shyly. "You're the cousin of the Mr. Allerdyke whose name's been in the papers so much in connection with this murder and robbery affair, I suppose?" he said. "I've seen your own name, of course, in the various accounts." "I am," replied Allerdyke.
Allerdyke's next impressions were of a swift drive across London to a quiet retreat in Paddington, where, in a red-brick building set amidst trees, official-faced men conducted him and his two companions into a sort of annex, one side of which was covered with sheet glass.
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