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And then the next thought came, wiping out the memory of the first. "But there is nothing here to help Johnny Montgomery nothing at all!" The maid's voice broke upon my bewilderment, harsh and grating. "Will the Señorita walk up-stairs?" I turned to her in increasing amazement. What might this mean? Was I after all to find my mystery's clew?
"Hard down with your helm!" the captain commanded the steers-man, all the life gone out of his voice. Then to the crew, "Back over the jib and foresail! Run down the flying jib! Clew up the foretopsail! And aft here and swing on to the main-sheet!" The Mary Thomas ran into the eye of the wind, lost headway, and fell to courtesying gravely to the long seas rolling up from the west.
When the nurse first arrived at Gleninch, on the seventh of the month, her evidence declared the key of the door of communication to be then missing. To what conclusion did these considerations and discoveries point? Had Miserrimus Dexter, in a moment of ungovernable agitation, unconsciously placed the clew in my hands?
The inquest, a day or two later, was prompt and final. No clew to the dead man's identity; no evidence sufficiently strong to prove murder or suicide; no trace of any kind, inculpating any party, known or unknown, were found. But much publicity and interest were given to the proceedings by the presence of the principal witness, a handsome girl.
The cashier informed him that she had found that is, that the lady who kept the boarding-house had been found and she thought she remembered the gentlemen in question, and promised, as soon as she could, to look through a book, in which she used to keep directions for the forwarding of letters, and in this way another clew might soon be expected.
He had no clew to the whereabouts of his runaway son; indeed, scarcely a proof of his present existence. From his indifferent recollection of the boy of twelve, he now expected to identify the man of twenty-five. It would seem that he was successful. How he succeeded was one of the few things he did not tell. There are, I believe, two versions of the story. One, that Mr.
"Besides who put the body into the crate? What kind of a woman would it be who could do a deed like that?" "In other words," said I, "you are still without a ghost of a clew to the identity of the person who committed the murder, and to the means employed?"
He left the impression upon his wife and glad enough she was to have such an impression that Eastbourne was a well-conducted town mainly as a result of P. C. Wiseman's ceaseless and tireless efforts. "I never had a clew yet that I never follered to the bitter end," said the preening constable. "You remember when Raggett's orchard was robbed who found the thieves?"
"If you wanted to find a party in this town how would you go at it?" "Well, I'd try the directory first go-off. If I didn't find him there I'd write to some of his folks, if I knew any of 'em, and get a clew. If I didn't succeed then I'd try the police. What's his name?" Harold ignored this query. "Where could I try this directory?" "There's one right in there on the desk." "That big book?"
The city offered a large reward for any intelligence regarding the missing young man or the diamonds, and this was doubled by Mr. Palmer himself. But days and weeks passed, and no clew was obtained regarding either the stolen jewels or Ray's mysterious fate; therefore the belief that he had been foully dealt with prevailed very generally. Mr.
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