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"I called up the Brevord and got the information from the clerk." "That settles it, then," Greenleaf said, his jaw set. "That young man will have to remain with us for a while." "Yes; quite properly." "I guess it's time for us to move." The chief turned toward the door. "One moment," said the other. "Somehow, I have the impression that we may get important stuff from Maria Fulton.
"Yes," the clerk replied. "I wonder," continued Bristow suavely, "if you'd mind looking at the register and telling me exactly at what time he did register. This is Chief Greenleaf's office talking." "I see. Yes, sir; very glad to. Just hold the wire a moment while I look." Bristow waited. The Brevord was scarcely four minutes' walk from the railroad station.
Miss Fulton distinctly told me the only jewelry that had ever passed between her and Morley was the ring found in his room in the Brevord that morning." Braceway laughed aloud. "At last," he said, "You're beginning to see the light or to appreciate the jungle we're running around in." He had arranged for them to meet Major Ross at the station house of No. 7 police precinct.
Since this has hit him, he doesn't know where he'll get off eventually. I'll tell you." A few minutes after eight o'clock that morning Mr. Illington, president of the Furmville National Bank, had called at the Brevord to see Mr. Withers, who, still holding his room there, was waiting for the delayed morning train. Mr.
"I didn't foresee this," he meditated. "There's only one thing more needed to hang that darky. That is the discovery that he has in his possession, or has hidden, the jewelry." He seemed suddenly reminded of something else by this thought. He went to the telephone and called up the Brevord Hotel. "A Mr. Morley, Mr. Henry Morley, registered there last night, didn't he?" he inquired of the clerk.
He was thinking: "He was lying. Any college annual prints the cast of the important 'show' given by the dramatic club that year. I'll wire Philadelphia." He found the manager of the Brevord and inquired: "How about the bellboy who was on duty all Monday night, Mr. Keene?" "He's in the house now," Keene informed him. "Roddy is his name." "Send him up to my room, will you?"
"That's another complication. Morley wore rubbers last night. Either he or Perry might have made that footprint on the porch." "How about Withers?" Greenleaf advanced a new idea. "He didn't tell us anything he did after seeing Campbell leave here last night." "That's true. You'd better see him tonight. Ask him about that; and find out what time he returned to the Brevord.
"Morley's theft and clamour for money from Miss Fulton, Withers' jealousy, and my own extra precaution of appearing with beard and gold tooth in the Brevord Hotel, so as to shift suspicion to a mysterious 'unknown' in case of necessity; all these things left too many clues, presented an embarrassment of riches.
"And, I might as well tell you now, he didn't hang around Manniston Road night before last after his wife got in. As soon as he saw this Douglas Campbell go home he returned to the Brevord and went to bed. "No, sirree! Here's what I work on: either Morley killed her, or the negro killed her, or it was done by the mysterious fellow with the gold tooth. How does that strike you?"
That's more than a mile from Manniston Road, and it's fully two miles from the railroad station. Somehow, I didn't allow myself enough time, and I missed the train by a bare two minutes." "What did you do then?" "What did I do then?" "Yes what then?" "I didn't go back to Maplewood Inn. I took a room for the night at the Brevord Hotel.
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