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"You were going to tell us something, sir?" suggested Easleby. "Something that you thought might help us." "I hope it will help you and me, too!" responded Castlemayne, who was obviously incensed and truculent. "'Pon my honour, when I got your cards, I wondered if I'd been sleep-walking last night, and had gone and done for this man I really did!
But, I say! you'll excuse me, now what is it you're trying to get at? Do you think Hollis went to Scarnham on this business of young Lester's? And if you do, why?" Easleby rose, and Starmidge followed his example. "We don't know yet exactly why Hollis went to Scarnham," said the elder detective. "We hoped you could help us. But, as you can't well, we're much obliged, Mr. Stipp.
"I'm not quite sure," replied Easleby, with candour. "But I think I shall get there, all the same. Now, didn't you say that from all the accounts supplied to you, this Mr. John Horbury was an eminently proper sort of person?
He set off running towards the end of the Market-Place, followed by Easleby, and at a slower pace by Lord Ellersdeane and Betty. Crowds were beginning to run in the same direction: very soon the two detectives found it difficult to thread a way through them.
Starmidge dropped the paper and looked at Easleby with an expression of astonishment. "Poison!" he exclaimed. "That's a new idea! Poisoned first! and thrown into that old mine after? That's but, there, what's the good of theorizing? Pick out the best of those cars, and let's get to Scarnham as quick as possible. Something's got to be done tonight." Easleby made no immediate answer.
"My lad!" said Easleby, when he and Starmidge were out in the street again, "that chap has no more conception that his master is Gabriel Chestermarke than we had twenty-four hours since that Gabriel Chestermarke and Godwin Markham are one and the same man. He's a clever chap, this Gabriel and now you can see how important it's been for him to keep his secret. What's next to be done?
"All the squires, and the parsons, and the farmers, and better sort of tradesmen go to 'em, I suppose?" suggested Easleby. "And all the nice old ladies and that sort an extra-respectable connection, eh?" "Just as I say regular country-town business," said Starmidge, half impatiently. "Um!" remarked Easleby.
"You know that Gabriel Chestermarke went to the stage-door of the Adalbert Theatre the other night. Go there officially and find out if he called there as Gabriel Chestermarke. That'll solve a lot." "We'll both go!" assented Starmidge. "It's a good notion I hadn't thought of it. Whom shall we try to see?" "Top man of all," counselled Easleby. "Lessee, manager, whatever he is.
The circular-sorting young man looked up with indifference as Easleby approached the counter, and when the detective asked if Mr. Godwin Markham could be seen, turned silently and interrogatively to the man who leaned against the mantelpiece. He, interrupting his dictation, came forward again, narrowly but continually eyeing the two men. "Mr.
The air was still thick with fine dust, and the atmosphere was charged with a curious, acid odour, which made eyes and nostrils smart. "No ordinary burst up, this!" muttered Starmidge, as he and Easleby forced their way through branches and obstacles to the open lawn. "My God! look at it! Blown to pieces!"
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