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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Expect to reach Hull this evening, and shall stop Station Hotel there for night on way to London. Will you come on at once and meet me? Want to see you on most important business Allerdyke re-read this message, quietly and methodically folded it up, slipped it into his pocket, and with a swift glance at the station clock turned to his chauffeur.
Couldn't be beaten by a professional. Excellent!" Marshall Allerdyke felt his heart beating like a sledgehammer as he put his next question, and for the life of him he could not tell how he managed to keep his voice under control. "Ah!" he said. "You've seen it before, then? James show it to you?"
On Appleyard's first coming to town in the capacity of sole manager of the London warehouse of Allerdyke and Partners, Limited, he had set himself up in two rooms in a Bloomsbury lodging-house. He knew little of London life at that time, or he would have known that he was thus condemning himself to a drab and dreary existence.
Don't you be surprised if you've an application for that fifty thousand pound reward before to-night!" "You really think that?" exclaimed Allerdyke incredulously. "I shouldn't be surprised," answered the chief, "Something considerable is certainly at hand. Now let us settle our plan of campaign. This tea-garden, I remember, is a biggish place.
Come on I'll introduce you." The Chicago millionaire, once put in possession of Allerdyke's name, looked at him with manifest curiosity, and motioned him and Fullaway to take seats with himself and his two companions. "We were just talking of your case, Mr. Allerdyke," he said quietly. "The Princess, of course, has told me about you.
"One tells of his sudden death at Hull; the other begins to hint that there was something queer about it." "Queer!" exclaimed Allerdyke. "Aye, and more than queer, my lad. Our James was murdered! Now, then, Ambler, I've come here to tell you all the story you must listen to every detail.
"This is it, no doubt," said Allerdyke, producing the message of the date mentioned. "That is it," assented Fullaway, glancing across the table. "Very well, you see what I said. He replied to that at once here is his reply. It is, you see, very brief.
But as to how it was worked as to who invented and carried out the whole thing ah!" "And to that to the real secret of the whole matter we haven't the ghost of a clue!" muttered Allerdyke. "That's about it, eh?" Chettle laughed a sly, suggestive laugh. He gave his companion one of his half-apologetic looks. "I'm not so sure, Mr. Allerdyke," he said.
"You're not the first millionaire that's come to anchor in that chair, you know!" "If they're millionaires in penny-pieces, maybe not," answered Allerdyke. He lighted a cigar and glanced appraisingly at his surroundings at the thick velvet pile of the carpets, the fine furniture, the bookcases filled with beautiful bindings, the choice bits of statuary, the two or three unmistakably good pictures.
However, it had to be sold, and I sold it for Pinkie to the lady we're going to see to-night. Seven thousand five hundred it's well worth ten. Mademoiselle will be wearing it, no doubt she generally does, anyway so you'll see it." "Not unless we get a front pew," said Allerdyke. "Hurry up, and let's be off!
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