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He has not been back." "And the office boy can't you get some information out of him?" "He hasn't been seen since the morning. I expect Denson told him to take a whole holiday. I can't find where he lives, at the moment, but no doubt he will turn up to-morrow. Not that I expect to get much from him. But I shan't bother. Unless Mr.
As far as I can see at present, the only conclusion which can be arrived at is that this is an act of retaliation which has sprung from your contention with Mr. Grice." The captain was about to speak, but Dr. Denson held up his hand.
Hewitt came quietly along the corridor, using eyes and ears as he came. The Jew was a man of middle height, very obviously Jewish, and with a slight accent that hinted a Continental origin. "I have just received your message," Hewitt said, "and, as you see, I am here with no delay. Is Mr. Denson in?" "No good heafens no I would gif anything if he was, Mr. Hewitt. Come in, do!
They say the big chaps want to hush the matter up as far as they can, and not report it to old Denson, for fear he'd make it an excuse to put a stop to paper-chasing.
"Not a scrap; time wasted; and the few off-chance clues I tried have led nowhere, so that I'm where I was at the start. The thing is quite the oddest in all my experience. See how we stand. Here's a man, Denson, who has just pulled off one of the cleverest jewel robberies ever attempted.
All right I quite understand that all I have heard is confidential. I shall tell Plummer nothing till I may indeed, as yet I have very little to tell that would help him. But I think it will be well to have the police within call we may want them at a moment's notice; I have no police powers, you see, and Plummer has the Denson case in hand.
They wrangled for some time, and it had the effect upon me of coming out from the glow of a good matinee performance into the cold daylight of late afternoon. Chris Robinson did not shine in conflict with Denson; he was an orator and not a dialectician, and he missed Denson's points and displayed a disposition to plunge into untimely pathos and indignation.
Then appeared the Countess, tall, gaunt and muscular, with sallow skin and a nervous manner. "The front seat or walk!" declared Miss Whitmore, mentally, after a brief scrutiny and began storing up a scathing rebuke for J. G. "Louise, this is Miss Whitmore," began Mrs. Denson, cheerfully, fortified by a fresh lungful of air.
He was, perhaps, what is called a difficult subject in hypnotism amenable enough to direct influence, but not sufficiently retentive of post-hypnotic suggestion. He hid the jewels and adopted a disguise, but Mayes was watching him better than he supposed. The diamonds were lost, but Denson was found and done to death probably not in that retreat near Barbican, but at night in some empty street.
And, if he had sold to a sheepman, the change might be unpleasant If he had sold to Dunk Whittaker the Flying U boys faced that possibility just as they would face any other disaster, undaunted, but grim and unsmiling. It was thus that Pink and Weary rode slowly down into Denson coulee.
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