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Or, maybe you would sooner go alone, and leave Mr. Narkom to search round this room. We used to make a general sitting-room of it at nights when we were alone together, and some clue may have been dropped." "A good suggestion, Mr. Narkom," commented Cleek, as he took the keys. "Look round and see what you can find, whilst I 'poke about' upstairs." Then he walked out of the studio.
Dear Heaven! will no one tell me what has happened?" "Nothing has happened, Miss," answered Petrie, catching her eye as she flashed round on him. "You'd better go back to bed. Nobody's been here but Sir Horace. The noise you heard was me a-grabbing of him, and he and Mr. Narkom a-tumbling over something as they went down to look at the furnace." "Furnace? What furnace?
The air is like balm to-day, and as for the river oh, the river is a sheer delight!" Narkom rang for a fresh pot of tea and a further supply of buttered toast, and, when these were served, Cleek sat down and joined him.
He took his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it hard. That he had hoped for some token, some word forwarded through Mr. Narkom he did not quite realise until he got back to Clarges Street and found that there was none.
Consider: the man has never been a first-class sculptor, it is true, but he knew the rudiments of his art, he had turned out some fairly presentable work; and that nymph was as abominably conceived and as abominably executed as if it had been the work of a raw beginner. Then there was another suspicious circumstance. Modelling clay is not exactly as cheap as dirt, Mr. Narkom.
Narkom, and, if she will accept the post, Miss Lorne, his trustees." Miss Lorne faced round and looked at him; and even from that distance he could see that her mouth was moving tremulously and there was something shining in the corner of her eye. "I accept that position with pleasure, Mr. Cleek," she said. "It is the act of a man and a gentleman. Thank you! Thank you."
"And they said that no mystery was too great for you to get to the bottom of it, no riddle too complex for you to find the answer! Can't you do something? Can't you suggest something? Can't you see any glimmer of light at all?" Cleek looked up, and that curious smile which Narkom knew so well and would have known had he been there was the "danger signal" looped up one corner of his mouth.
But Cleek could not forget that, as Narkom had said, there was not the shadow of doubt that in the event of Carboys having died possessed of means, the captain would be the heir-at-law by virtue of his kinship; and it is a great deal more satisfactory to be rich oneself than to be dependent upon the generosity of a rich son-in-law.
Narkom went below to have a look at it." She gave a sharp and sudden cry, and her face went as pale as a dead face. "Sir Horace came down?" she repeated, moving back a step and leaning heavily against the bannister. "Sir Horace came down to look at the furnace? We have no furnace!" "What!" "We have no furnace, I tell you, and Sir Horace did not come down. He is up there still.
"The murderer, whoever he is or wherever he went, never set foot upon so much as one inch of this ground, that's certain," said Narkom, as he gave the order to reverse the car and return. "You feel satisfied of that, do you not, my dear fellow?" "Thoroughly, Mr. Narkom; there can't be two opinions upon that point.
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