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They've cheek enough for ten, as a rule. Talkin' about my char-ac-ter, an' before that hussy of a girl, too! Wait till I see him tomorrow, that's all." Meanwhile, Furneaux had not held the second glass of Château Yquem to the light in Tomlinson's sanctum before Winter's car was halting outside Brondesbury police station.
He sprang into the car, the chauffeur having already started the engine in obedience to a word from the Superintendent. "Stop at the Brondesbury police station," was the order, and Furneaux was left alone. He reëntered the house and crooked a finger at the butler, who had not summoned up courage to retire to his own sanctum, though a midday meal was awaiting him.
"Hilton Fenley went to his father's assistance, and we don't know whether or not Robert did not approach the body." "You're wrong, most sapient one. Before telephoning Brondesbury I asked Harris to tell me exactly what happened after the banker dropped at his feet. Harris shouted and knelt over him. Miss Manning ran and lifted his head. Tomlinson, Harris and Brodie carried him to the settee.
Every caller at his house in Brondesbury Park was politely but firmly denied admittance on professional grounds, and three letters and two telegrams which the professor had sent to him, after being himself denied admittance, remained unanswered.
His hands and feet are rather small. He talks aggressively, and looks what he is, a pampered youth, very much spoiled by his parents. His clothes all that I have seen are a motorist's overalls. If the Brondesbury man reports here during my absence act as you think fit.
If we're mistaken we'll ring up Brondesbury again." Winter was curtly official in tone when Hilton Fenley came downstairs at his request. "Why did your brother rush off in such an extraordinary hurry?" he asked. "How can I tell you?" was the reply, given offhandedly, as if the matter was of no importance. "He comes and goes without consulting my wishes, I assure you."
A constant service of transports, plying day and night between Antwerp and Harwich, had placed at his disposal a force about equal to that of the Army of the South, although he had lost over seven hundred thousand men before he was able to occupy the line of heights from Hornsey to Hampstead, with flanking positions at Brondesbury and Harlesden to the west, and at Tottenham, Stratford, and Barking to the east.
Now, a man from the Brondesbury police station is following one of the dead man's sons, a Mr. Robert Fenley, who bolted back to London on a motor cycle as soon as I threatened to question him. "Robert Fenley is twenty-four, fresh-complexioned, clean-shaven, about five feet nine inches in height, stoutish, and of sporty appearance. He had his hair cut yesterday or the day before.
"At the age of eighty, Mr. Joshua Harris of Eeles Park, Brondesbury, has had a son," said Hirst. ". . . The famished animal, which had been noticed by workmen for some days, was rescued, but by Jove! it bit the man's hand to pieces!" "Wild with hunger, I suppose," commented Miss Allan. "You're all neglecting the chief advantage of being abroad," said Mr. Hughling Elliot, who had joined the group.
"Perhaps, taking one consideration with another, it's the best thing he could have done." "He is almost bound to enter London by the Edgware Road," said Furneaux instantly. "Just so. I noticed the make and number of his machine. A plain-clothes man on an ordinary bicycle can follow him easily from Brondesbury onwards. Time him, and get on the telephone while I keep Hilton in talk.
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