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We do, eh? We are dirty, skulking mongrels, aren't we? We require to be kicked from Limehouse to Paradise, don't we?" He suddenly released Brisley. "So we shall be!" he shouted furiously. Hot upon the promise came the deed. Brisley sent up a howl of pain as Kerry's right brogue came into violent contact with his person.
He paused, fixing his gaze upon the face of Brisley, whose shifty eyes avoided him and who was licking his lips in the manner of a dog who has seen the whip. "Why," said Gray, "I believe you are the fellow who has been following me all night for some reason." He stepped toward the foxy little man but: "Never mind, Gray," interrupted Irvin. "I was to blame. But he was following my wife, not you.
Monte Irvin." "Monte Irvin speaking. Anything to report, Brisley?" Irvin's deep, rich voice was not entirely under control. "Yes, sir. The lady drove by taxicab from Prince's Gate to Albemarle Street." "Ah!" "Went up to chambers of Sir Lucien Pyne and was admitted." "Well?" "Twenty minutes later came out. Lady was with Sir Lucien. Both walked around to old Bond Street. The Honorable Quentin Gray "
The two men obeyed, Gunn muttering hoarsely to Brisley; and Monte Irvin was left standing on the landing, the lamp in his hand.
From the car Monte Irvin alighted and, telling the man to wait, set out on foot. Ten paces along Bond Street he encountered a small, stooping figure which became detached from the shadows of a shop door. The light of a street lamp shone down upon the sharp, hooked nose and into the cunning little brown eyes of Brisley, of Spinker's Detective Agency. Monte Irvin started.
"You've been drinking: and I place no reliance whatever in your evidence. I do not believe that my wife or any one else but ourselves is upon these premises." The watery eyes of the insulted man protruded unnaturally. "Drinkin'!" he whispered, "drink " But indignation now deprived Gunn of speech and: "Excuse me, sir," interrupted the nasal voice of Brisley, "but I can absolutely answer for Gunn.
At last had come doubt and the hateful interview with Spinker. As Rita turned in at the doorway below Margaret's flat, then, Brisley was lighting a cigarette in the shelter of a porch nearly opposite, and Gunn was not far away. Margaret immediately perceived that her friend's condition was alarming.
No one is to go out. Grab anybody who comes in. Where's the body?" "This way," said Inspector Whiteleaf hurriedly; then, over his shoulder: "Go down to the door, Burton." He led Kerry towards the inner room, Coombes at his heels. Brisley and Gunn stood aside to give them passage; Gray and Monte Irvin prepared to follow. At the doorway Kerry turned.
Mary Kerry was silent for so long that her husband repeated the question: "In which of the offices is Kazmah hiding?" "In nane," she said dreamily. "Ye surrounded the buildings too late, I ken." "Eh!" cried Kerry, turning his head excitedly. "But the man Brisley was at the door all night!" "It doesna' matter. They have escapit." Kerry scratched his close-cropped head in angry perplexity.
Neither of the representatives of Spinker's Agency ventured any remark, and: "How long have you been watching Mrs. Monte Irvin?" demanded Kerry. "Nearly a fortnight," replied Brisley. "Got your evidence in writing?" "Yes." "Up to tonight?" "Yes." "Dictate to Sergeant Coombes." He turned on his heel and crossed to the divan upon which his oilskin overall was lying.
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