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And Allerdyke, dropping into an easy-chair by the fireplace, over which hung a fine steel engraving of himself, flanked by photographs of the Bradford mills and the Bradford warehouse, looked at his London manager, secretly admiring the shrewdness and self-possession evidenced in the young man's face.
No I don't think anything had been taken from him, judging by what I've seen." "You wouldn't like me to send for the police?" suggested the manager. "Not at present," replied Allerdyke. "Not, at any rate, until these doctors say something more definite they'll know more presently, no doubt. Of course, you've a list of all the people who came in last night?"
He snapped open the case of the watch as he spoke and showed Allerdyke, neatly cut out to a circle, neatly fitted into the case, a photograph the photograph of James Allerdyke! And Allerdyke started as if he had been shot, and let out a sharp exclamation. "My God!" he cried. "James! James, by all that's holy and in there!" "You recognize it, of course?" said Chettle, with a grim smile.
I do believe it and I'll lay anything I'm right, too." Allerdyke shook his head. "Nay, nay!" he said incredulously. "I can't think that James would send a quarter of a million pounds' worth of jewels in a brown paper parcel by train! Come, now!" Chettle shook his head, too but in contradiction, "I've known of much stranger things than that, Mr. Allerdyke," he said confidently.
There are a lot of other people in the house, too, of course." "It's this way," said Allerdyke. "I'm not at all satisfied about what these doctors say, so far. They may be right, of course probably are. Still I want to know all I can, and, naturally, I'd like to know who the people were that my cousin was last in company with.
An idea, a name, had flashed into his mental field of vision as if sent in answer to his prayer. And still regardless of bystanders he slapped his thigh delightedly. "Ambler Appleyard!" he exclaimed. "The very man! Here, you!" The last two words were addressed to a taxi-cab driver whose car stood at the head of the line by the Gaiety Theatre. Allerdyke crossed from the pavement and jumped in.
"Aye, just so!" he said. "I was sure it lay somewhere here. Fullaway himself, now does he know?" "James gave it to her in Fullaway's presence," replied Allerdyke. "She's a bit of a photographer, I understand they were talking about photography, I gathered, one day when James was in Fullaway's office, and James pulled that out and gave it to her as a specimen of my work."
But I know a good deal about her. She made a big fortune with her dancing, and she invested largely in pearls and diamonds I know that. I also happen to know that she'd one son by her marriage, of whom she's passionately fond. Allerdyke pursed his lips and rubbed his chin.
"Damn it all, Allerdyke!" he said, waving an indignant hand at the bit of pink paper. "What in the name of all that's wicked is the meaning of that? Read it read!" Allerdyke picked the telegram up and read it aloud. "Regret shall be unable to return to office for day or two; called away on extremely urgent private business.
Lydenberg came back, dressed, and on his heels came the manager of the hotel, startled and anxious, and with him an elderly professional-looking man whom he introduced as Dr. Orwin. When James Allerdyke's dead body had been lifted on to the bed, and the two medical men had begun a whispered conversation beside it, Allerdyke drew the hotel manager aside to a corner of the room.
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