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There was the splutter of a match, and as it flared up Barrant saw a pair of twinkling grey eyes regarding him from a brown and rugged face. "Old Garge never reckons on haavin' passengers back by th' laast wagonette, so 'e never lights up inside. I'll make a light now, then we'll be more comfortable."
Barrant had no doubt that Sisily had gone to her own room early in order to find an opportunity to pay a secret visit to her home, for a purpose which now seemed to stand sinisterly revealed by her disappearance. He also thought he saw the motive that vital factor in murder looming behind her nocturnal expedition. But that was a question he was not inclined to analyze too closely at that moment.
Barrant noticed that the hallstand and a chair beside it were thick with dust. Evidently the house was empty. Turning first to make quite sure that the front door was securely shut, he took his way upstairs to Robert Turold's study.
Barrant walked to the kitchen door and tapped lightly. There was no answer, but somewhere within the house a dog howled dismally. The door handle yielded to his touch when he tried it, and he walked in. The little old woman at the table made a sudden movement at his appearance, but he gave her a reassuring smile and nod. She sat quite still, with a look of fear in her eyes.
What do you think of it?" "It sounds convincing enough." "It would sound more convincing to me if it was entirely consistent with the other facts of the case. Have you those sheets of unfinished writing which were found in Robert Turold's study?" Dawfield produced two sheets of foolscap from his desk. Barrant laid them on the table, and examined them with a magnifying glass.
I knaw it was no use askin' old Garge, 'cos he'd pretend not to hear, so I turned to the young womon sittin' opposite, and asked her if she had a match in her pocket. And do you knaw, I declare to gudeness she never said nawthen, not so much as a word!" "Perhaps she was dumb?" Barrant suggested. "Aw, iss, doomb enough then," retorted Mr. Portgartha.
That was a search which brought nothing to lights Barrant left the hotel just as little Mr. Pendleton returned to it with an alarmed face and a feeling of personal guilt at his failure to find Sisily. Barrant passed him with a side glance, his mind full of the problem of the girl's disappearance.
Brierly's ineffectual art, and had given him tea, as he had given Barrant tea some days before. But there was a subtle difference in the manner of Mr. Brimsdown's reception; the tone was pitched higher, with fine shades and inflections attuned for a more gentlemanly ear. "It disposes of the suicide theory finally and utterly," added the lawyer thoughtfully.
"I asked Thalassa, but he says he knows nothing about it." "Thalassa is probably lying to you as he has lied to me. One lie more or less would not weigh on his conscience." "Why should he tell a lie over such a small thing as the posting of a letter?" Barrant did not reply. He was apparently absorbed in examining the postmarks on the envelope.
"I gathered from him that it is his intention to look for his cousin Sisily." "For what purpose?" "Because he strongly believes in her innocence." "It is strange that he should have rushed off like this." "Without waiting for your visit, do you mean? Really, Detective Barrant, may I constrain you to give me some explanation of all this?
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