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Of course, being right across the room from them, I couldn't catch a word that was said, but she seemed to be explaining something to him the whole time, and I could see he was surprised more than once." "It must have been something uncommonly surprising to make him show signs of surprise!" muttered Starmidge, who had a vivid recollection of Gabriel Chestermarke's granite countenance.
Of course, your missing bank manager is the John Horbury my brother and I were at school with! And I take it that the reason my brother came down to Scarnham last Saturday was to see John Horbury." Starmidge had been listening to all this with close attention. He was now more than ever convinced that he was at last on some track but so far he could not see many steps ahead.
And she's got a clear start, too." Starmidge turned sharply on the superintendent. "Got any clue to where she's gone?" he demanded. "She's gone amongst five hundred thousand other men and women," replied Polke ruefully. "I've found out that much. Drove off in a taxi-cab to Ecclesborough, as soon as Miss Fosdyke had been here this morning.
Now, I say you needn't say anything except to cook but I just want to take a look round Mrs. Carswell's room. Which is it?" The cook, who kept the kitchen door open so as not to lose anything of these delightful proceedings, came forward. Both accompanied Starmidge upstairs to show him the room he wanted.
Haven't we got a case in point?" "There's a good deal in what's in a name in our case, old man!" retorted Starmidge. "You're off it there!" Easleby was about to combat this reply when a boy appeared, and intimated that Mr. Castlemayne would see the gentlemen at once.
The Earl held out the empty casket. "This," he said, "is the casket in which I handed my wife's jewels to Mr. Horbury. It is, as you see, empty. It has just been found by the Scotland Yard man, Starmidge." Gabriel glanced at the casket with some interest; Joseph, with none: neither spoke.
Say that you insist, as next-of-kin, on having access to your uncle's belongings. Get Mr. Pellworthy to go with you to the bank. Meet Detective-Sergeant Starmidge and me outside there, in, say, half an hour. Then we'll see what happens. Now, my lord, if you'll come with me, we'll apply for that search-warrant."
Starmidge turned up Cordmaker's Alley, regained the Market-Place, and strolled on to Polke's private house. The superintendent was taking his ease after his day's labours and reading the Ecclesborough evening newspapers: he tossed one of them over to his visitor. "All there!" he said, pointing to some big headlines. "Got it all in, just as you told it to Parkinson.
Neale told the news to both. The journalist dashed into his office for his hat, and made off to Ellersdeane Hollow: Starmidge turned to the police-station with his information. "No one else knows, I suppose?" he remarked, as they went along. "Gabriel Chestermarke knows," answered Neale. "We met him as we were coming off the moor and I told him." "Show any surprise?" asked the detective.
And last, but certainly not least Lord Ellersdeane must offer a substantial reward for the recovery of, or news of, his missing property. Let the Chestermarkes adopt their own method if they had any of finding the alleged absconding manager; he, Starmidge, preferred to solve these mysteries by ways of his own.
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