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And a little before three o'clock he walked into the smoking-room at the Central Hotel and discovered Byner in a comfortable corner. "I've seen Murgatroyd," he whispered, as he took an adjacent chair. "Decent honest enough man very poor, I should say. He tells a plain enough story. Parrawhite, whom he knew as one of our clerks, told him, last November 23rd "
"But it'll be somewhere close about; anyway, he'll be in here tonight. Bill Thomson t' feller's name is decent young feller enough." "I must contrive to see him, certainly," said Byner. "Well, now, can you show me this Stubbs' Lane and the neighbourhood?" "Just step along t' road a bit and I'll join you in a few o' minutes," assented Pickard.
He had watched the landlord of the Green Man closely as he told his story, and had set him down for an honest, if somewhat sly and lumpish soul, who was telling a plain tale to the best of his ability. Byner believed all the details of that story he even believed that when Parrawhite told Pickard that he would find him fifty pounds that evening, or early next day, he meant to keep his word.
Eldrick all I know," muttered Murgatroyd. "Very likely," replied Prydale, "but there's a few questions this gentleman and myself would like to ask. Can we come in?" Murgatroyd fetched his wife to mind the shop, and took the callers into the parlour which she had unwillingly vacated. He knew Prydale by sight and reputation; about Byner he wondered.
Have you ever heard of any of these cheque forms being made use of?" "Never!" replied Eldrick. "No forgery of your name or anything?" suggested the caller. "No," said Eldrick. "There's been nothing of that sort." "I can soon ascertain if these bank-notes have reached the Bank of England," said Byner. "That's a simple matter. Now suppose they haven't!" "Well?" asked Eldrick.
"Here, I'll write down for you exactly what I want you to say in the telegram to Halstead & Byner, and I'll make a few memoranda for you to post you up in case they write for further information." "I haven't said that I'll do it," remarked Murgatroyd. "I don't like the looks of it. It's all a pack of lies." Pratt paid no heed to this moral reflection.
Then I must try to find out what he did with himself in his spare time. But, from all you tell me, it's my impression he's dead unless, as you say, he's got into prison again possibly under another name. It seems impossible that he should not have seen our advertisements." "You never advertised in any Yorkshire newspapers?" asked Eldrick. "No," said Byner.
But Pratt knew nothing of what Byner had done. He was conscious of Byner's visit to the Green Man. He did not know what Pickard had been told by Bill Thomson. He was unaware of anything which Pickard had told to Byner.
Briefly, it was that on the evening before this consultation with Eldrick & Byner, he had found out that he was living in the house of a man who had actually witnessed the famous catastrophe at Mallathorpe's Mill, whereby John Mallathorpe, his manager, and his cashier, together with some other bystanders, had lost their lives.
He gave Pratt another quick glance and went off to return to the hotel and Byner, to whom he at once gave a faithful account of what had just taken place. "And he didn't turn a hair," he remarked. "Cool as a cucumber, all through! If your theory is correct, Pratt's a cleverer hand than I ever took him for and I've always said he was clever."
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