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The chief agreed with his man. It was certainly a very odd thing that Miss Slade, alias Mrs. Marlow, if she really had any concern with the murder of James Allerdyke, should put his photograph in a fairly expensive silver frame, and hang it where she could look at it every day.
And what I'd like to know now, Fullaway, is this what use do you suppose this young fellow made of the information he acquired? That seems to me to be the point." "Yes!" exclaimed Allerdyke suddenly. "That is the point!" Fullaway smote the table. "The thing's obvious!" he cried. "He sold his information to a gang. There must have been I mean must be a gang.
He took up a newspaper which Fullaway had thrown down and began to talk of some subject that caught his eye, until Fullaway rose, pleaded business, and went off to his rooms upstairs. When he had gone Allerdyke reconsidered matters. So Fullaway had been out the night before, had he dining out, and at a theatre? Then, of course, it would be quite midnight before he got in.
When Allerdyke went back into the hotel he found Blindway waiting for him at the door of a ground-floor room in which the chief, Fullaway, a City police-inspector and a detective were already closeted with the landlord and landlady.
It was quite short it merely informed me that Mr. James Allerdyke was dead, under mysterious circumstances, and that the Nastirsevitch property was missing. Of course, I knew what that meant, and I drew my own conclusions. "Now I come to the 14th a critical day, so far as I am concerned. During the morning a parcels-van boy came into the office.
"I misplaced it some time ago and couldn't lay hands on it, but I came across it by accident this morning, so now I'll take care of it." She nodded, smiled, and went off into the sunlight outside, and Allerdyke, more puzzled than ever, walked forward into the hotel and towards the restaurant. At its door he met Fullaway, coming out, and in his usual hurry.
Allerdyke instinctively shrank back within the curtains of the smoking-room window. There was no reason why he should have done so. He had no objection to Franklin Fullaway's secretary seeing him standing in a window of the City Carlton Club; he knew no reason why Mrs. Marlow should object to be seen getting out of a cab in St. Swithin's Lane.
Well, now, Bradford is one of the places on my list hullo!" he exclaimed, breaking off short. "I guess here's a man who's wanting you, Fullaway, in a considerable bit of a hurry." Fullaway and Allerdyke looked out on to the pavement and saw Blindway, who had just jumped out of a taxi-cab, and was advancing upon them.
Well, come along to the Waldorf and let's lunch then we'll talk some more. There's little to be done till the Princess turns up tomorrow." "There's one thing I want to do at once," said Allerdyke. "If I'm going to stop in town I must wire to my housekeeper to send me clothes and linen, and to the manager at my mill. Then I'm with you and I wish to Heaven we'd something to do!
If that's the one you've got, I'll give you another in its place, Mrs. Marlow. Have you got it here?" But Mrs. Marlow shook her head and presented the same unabashed front. "No," she answered readily enough. "I took it home, Mr. Allerdyke. But there's no spot on my print I should have noticed it at once. May I look at your album when Mr. Fullaway's finished with it?"
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