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He saw some of it in the company of a lady rent-collector, an old friend of the Maxwells, who had charge of several tenement blocks where the trouser and vest trade was largely carried on; and he welcomed the chance of one or two walks in quest of law-breaking workshops with a young inspector, who could not say enough in praise of the Bill.
Young Caddles became aware of a little dark blue figure thumping at his shin. He looked down, and perceived two white hands gesticulating. "What?" he said, bending forward. "Can't stand about here," shouted the inspector. "No! You can't stand about here," he repeated. "But where am I to go?" "Back to your village. Place of location. Anyhow, now you've got to move on.
"Is this true?" the man repeated, with something of horror in his voice. "It is," Mary said quietly. For a little, there was silence in the room. Once, Inspector Burke started to speak, but the magnate made an imperative gesture, and the officer held his peace. Always, Mary rested motionless. Within her, a fierce joy surged. Here was the time of her victory.
The Inspector raised his gun and drew a bead upon the crouching Indian. "Wait!" whispered Cameron. "Don't shoot. It will bring them all down on us." Gathering himself together as he spoke, he vaulted clear over the edge of the rock and dropped fair upon the shoulders of the Indian below, knocking the breath completely out of him and bearing him flat to the rock.
I showed the address, which was written in the native language, to several people to read, that they might point out the house to me; but they all shook their heads, and let me go on. At last I came to the custom- house, where my little luggage was immediately taken possession of, and myself conducted to the inspector. He spoke a little German, but paid no regard to my request.
"What reason had you for supposing that you might discover Mr. Palliser's body there?" the other asked bluntly. Tallente sat on the stone seat and lit a cigarette. "I will take you into my confidence, Mr. Inspector," he said. "This afternoon I strolled round here with a lady caller, just before you came, and I fancied that I heard a faint cry.
The others, for those few seconds, seemed as though they had lost the power of speech or movement. Then before a word could be uttered by either the Inspector or the Prince, the door was opened from the outside, and a man came running in, a man dressed in a shabby blue serge suit, dark and thin. He ran past the Inspector and his companions, and he fell on his knees before his master.
A temporary block in the traffic compelled the driver of the car, whom my client described to me as an Asiatic to pull up for a moment. There, within a few yards of her husband, Mrs. Vernon reclined in the car or rather in the arms of a male companion!" "What!" "Positively!" Mr. Debnam was sedately enjoying himself. "Positively, my dear Inspector, in the arms of a man of extremely dark complexion.
"Her brother, Sir Horace Trevert. It was Miss Trevert who heard the shot fired." "The door was locked, I think?" "On the inside. But here is Sir Horace Trevert. He will tell you how he got through the window and discovered the body." Horace Trevert gave a brief account of his entry into the library. Again the Inspector scribbled in his notebook.
Our destination was Grangemouth, where we arrived early on Sunday morning. A few sailors belonging to some vessels in the docks, a custom-house inspector, and three small boys, comprised the entire visible population of the place. Judging by the manner in which the Sabbath is kept in Scotland, the Scotch must be a profoundly moral people.
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