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Updated: June 26, 2025
A voice descended through the trap door. 'This is Commercial Road, sir, what part of it do you want? 'Drive me to Limehouse Police Station. We were driven there. I made my way to the usual inspector behind the usual pigeon-hole. 'My name is Champnell. Have you received any communication from Scotland Yard to-night having reference to a matter in which I am interested?
In a statesman one expects grey hairs. I trust that I am sufficiently ancient to be able to do you service. He smiled. 'I think it possible. I have heard of you more than once, Mr Champnell, always to your advantage.
'But man alive! what on earth should make her do a thing like that? Marjorie, the most retiring, modest girl on all God's earth, walk about in broad daylight, in such a costume, and for no reason at all! my dear Champnell, you are suggesting that she first of all went mad. 'She was in a state of trance. 'Good God! Champnell! 'Well? 'Then you think that juggling villain did get hold of her?
'Even supposing that there may be a modicum of truth in what you say, which I am far from being disposed to admit what good purpose do you propose to serve by talking in such a strain? 'None, no good purpose, unless it be the desire of looking the truth in the face. For, Mr Champnell, you must not seek to play with me the hypocrite, nor try to hide things from me as if I were a child.
A pair of baleful eyes were glaring up at mine. I understood the position in a flash of startled amazement. Sydney, in following Mr Holt, had started on a wild goose chase after all. I was alone with the occupant of that mysterious house, the chief actor in Mr Holt's astounding tale. He had been hidden in the heap of rugs all the while. In Pursuit Augustus Champnell, Confidential Agent.
'I happen to know that, at certain seasons, Atherton is a queer fish, but that sounds very queer indeed. 'The truth is, Mr Champnell, that, if it were not for Mr Atherton, I doubt if I should have troubled you even now. The accident of his being an acquaintance of yours makes my task easier. He drew his chair closer to me with an air of briskness which had been foreign to him before.
I was, of course, familiar with Mr Lessingham's appearance, but it was the first time I had had with him any personal communication. He held out his hand to me. 'You are Mr Champnell? 'I am. 'I believe that I have not had the honour of meeting you before, Mr Champnell, but with your father, the Earl of Glenlivet, I have the pleasure of some acquaintance. I bowed.
If you would let me tell the tale in my own way I should get there in less than no time, but you will keep on cutting in, how the deuce do you suppose Champnell is to make head or tail of the business if you will persist in interrupting? Marjorie took the beggar in, he told his tale to her, she sent for me that was just now; caught me on the steps after I had been lunching with Dora Grayling.
I'll come down and open that door in five minutes by the clock on my mantelpiece, and not a moment before. The fiat delivered, down came the window. Sydney looked rueful, he consulted his watch. 'I don't know what you think, Champnell, but I really doubt if this comfortable creature can tell us anything worth waiting another five minutes to hear.
He looked at me, fixedly, as if he were trying to make out what sort of man I was. 'You are very young, Mr Champnell. 'I have been told that an eminent offender in that respect once asserted that youth is not of necessity a crime. 'And you have chosen a singular profession, one in which one hardly looks for juvenility. 'You yourself, Mr Lessingham, are not old.
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