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Of course she hadn't got it at the office nor at her home either it was there at Hull, fitted into the cover of Lydenberg's old watch. "A cool hand!" soliloquized Allerdyke as he went downstairs. "Cool, clever, calm, never off her guard. A damned dangerous woman! that's the long and short of it. And what next?"
Allerdyke, the big question a most important question! is, how did it come into this man Lydenberg's possession?" said the detective anxiously. "If we can find that out " "I've been thinking," interrupted Allerdyke. "There's this about it, you know: James and this Lydenberg came over together from Christiania to Hull in the Perisco. They talked to one another that's certain.
"I want justice. I'm not so much concerned about the jewels as about who killed my cousin. I believe that man Lydenberg did the actual killing but who was at Lydenberg's back? Find that out, and " "Exactly exactly!" broke in Fullaway. "The very thing! Well you understand, Allerdyke. Van Koon and I will want to keep our operations to ourselves. We don't want police interference.
Just as he poisoned the Frenchwoman when he'd done with her. Mr. Allerdyke, I'm more than ever convinced that these two murders Lydenberg's and the French maid's were the work of one hand." "Likely!" assented Allerdyke. "It's getting to look like it. But whose? That's the problem, Chettle. Well, I've done a bit since I got back this afternoon.
Allerdyke!" she said, opening the bag and taking an envelope from it. "I've something for you. See here's the photograph your cousin gave me. You were wrong, you see there's no spot in it it's a particularly clear print. Look!" In Allerdyke's big palm she laid the very photograph which, according to all his reckoning, was that which Chettle had found within the cover of Lydenberg's watch.
Marlow said to me, speaking of her photo the fourth print, you know 'I misplaced it some time ago, she said, 'and couldn't lay hands on it, but I came across it accidentally this morning. Now then, Chettle, here's the thing somebody took that fourth print from Mrs. Marlow, reproduced it and that that print which you found in Lydenberg's watch is the reproduction!"
Perrigo's story of the French maid and the young man who led blue-ribboned pug-dogs but all these were as nothing compared to the fact that Mrs. Marlow had actually shown him the photograph which he had until then firmly believed to lie hidden in the case of Lydenberg's watch. That beat him. "Is my blessed memory going wrong?" he said to himself.
Now then this photo, this print that you found in Lydenberg's watch, is not done on that paper it's a totally different paper. Therefore this is a reproduction! It is not my original print at all it's been copied from it. See?" Chettle, who had followed all this with concentrated attention, nodded his head several times. "Clever clever clever!" he said with undisguised admiration. "Clever, indeed!
Chettle took the lid off a small box and produced Lydenberg's watch and postcard on which the appointment in the High Street had been made. He sat down at the table, laying his hand on the watch. "After you left me this morning," he said, "I started puzzling and puzzling over what had been discovered, what had been done, whether there was more that I could do.
Then how the devil did that photograph, which looks to be of my taking, which I'd swear is of my taking, come to be in Lydenberg's watch? Gad it's enough to make a man's brain turn to pap!" He was moodily finishing his lunch when Chettle came in to find him. Allerdyke, who was in a quiet corner, beckoned the detective to a seat, and offered him a drink. "Well?" he asked. "What's been done?"
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