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Updated: June 12, 2025
All the other guests had retired, and a lurking porter yawned longingly in the passage, waiting for an opportunity to put out the last of the lights and get to bed. In the first shock of Barrant's violent apparition and angry questions, Mrs. Pendleton had tried, in a bewildered way, to insist that her niece had not left her room on the previous night.
Again, Austin's subtle intelligence could see no better course than truth. "He did. My son frequently goes out walking of an evening after supper." "What time did he return on this evening?" "I do not know." "Do you mean that?" Barrant's tone was incredulous. "I do."
You think you'll fit a rope round my neck? I'm to say what you want to save it? To hell with you and your policeman's tricks! I don't care that for them." He snapped his long brown fingers in Barrant's face. "You've a bold tongue, you scoundrel," said Barrant, flushing angrily. "Take care where it leads you. Once more, will you tell me the truth?" "I've told you all I know."
A gull flashed past the window with a scream, as though it had seen them and was repelled at the strange sight. "Only kings can go into vacant spaces," murmured Barrant's companion, intent on the game. The result of the game was inconclusive. A king remained surrounded by small cards, like a real monarch overwhelmed by the rabble on May Day. Mrs.
Then, like a half-awakened sleeper released from the horror of a nightmare, she sank back in her previous listless attitude, and fell to muttering again. As Barrant watched her, Thalassa watched them both with an anxiety which would have aroused Barrant's suspicions if he had seen it. But Thalassa's face was again closely guarded when he did look up.
The rather breathless entrance of Inspector Dawfield put an end to Barrant's reflections. He explained that Sergeant Pengowan, in his anxiety to maintain the correctness of his official report, had taken him to various breakneck positions at the back of the house and along the cliffs in order to demonstrate the impossibility of anybody entering Robert Turold's rooms from outside.
He hesitated, but his hesitation was useless before the swiftness of Barrant's deduction. "Was Charles Turold showing you the marks when I found you in the other room?" he asked with a keen glance. Mr. Brimsdown's admission of that fact was coupled with an assurance that the young man had shown him the marks because he was convinced of Sisily's innocence.
"No; the dog started to bark, and I left as quickly as I could." "I see." Barrant's voice was non-committal, followed after a pause by a quick change of tone. "I shall investigate this story later," he said coldly. "Meantime " "Why not investigate it immediately?" asked Charles in a disappointed voice. "Thalassa will be back directly, or I can take you down to the cliffs were I left him."
Barrant did not understand the young man's attitude, or the tone of heartfelt relief in which he uttered these words, but he felt that the conversation in its present form had gone far enough. "Do you propose to tell me the truth?" he asked, with a slight cynical emphasis on the last word. "I do." Barrant's surprise kept him silent for a moment, but when he spoke he was very incisive
But it was Barrant's province to ask questions, not to answer them. He ignored Dr. Ravenshaw's. "There's another matter, doctor," he continued. "One of the coast fishermen has a story that when Robert Turold was out on the moors he used to hasten home with great strides, like a man who feared pursuit. Did you ever observe this peculiarity in him?"
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