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"How do we know that he didn't intend to, first thing in the morning?" asked Chettle. "He probably did intend to but he wasn't there to do it in the morning, poor gentleman! No and now the thing is, Mr. Allerdyke prompt action! What do you think, sir?" "You mean go and tell everything to your people at headquarters?" asked Allerdyke. "I shall have to," answered Chettle.
But in the inside pocket of his overcoat there was a postcard, which had been posted here in Hull. Here it is and you'll see that it was the cause of taking him to the spot where he was shot." Chettle took from an old letter-case an innocent-looking postcard, on one corner of which was a stain. "His blood," he remarked laconically. "He was shot clean through the heart.
Whereas, had it contained The Pardoner and the Frere, Sir Clyomon and Clamydes, A Knacke to knowe a Knave, Banke's Bay Horse in a Trance, or the works of those eminent dramatists, Nabbes, May, Glapthorne, or Chettle, then would the collection have been worthy of distinguished notice.
And with a sharp exclamation, he flung the album back to the side-table, and turned to the detective. "Chettle!" he said. "You know me well enough to know that I can make it well worth any man's while to keep a secret until I tell him he can speak about it! What!" "I should think so, Mr. Allerdyke," responded Chettle, readily enough. "And if you want me to keep a secret "
"What do you want me to do?" he asked suddenly. "You've got some scheme, of course, or you wouldn't have got me down here alone." "Just so," agreed Chettle. "I have a scheme and that's why I did get you down here alone. Mr. Allerdyke, you're a sharp, shrewd man all you Yorkshiremen are! at least, all that I've ever come across. You're good hands at ferreting things out. Now, Mr.
"Never seen it before, I suppose?" "No!" replied Allerdyke. "Never. But I should say it's a foreigner's." "Very likely," assented Chettle. "Aye, well, sir, it lured the man to his death. And now I'll show you where he died, and how easy it was for the murderer to kill him and get away unobserved."
Chettle speaks strongly against these 'intruders in the printings misserie, by whome that excelent Art is not smally slandered, the government of the State not a little blemished, nor Religion in the least measure hindred.
"All unmounted like this?" asked Chettle. "All unmounted like that," affirmed Allerdyke. "And now, then, since it seems to be a matter of importance, I can tell you what James did with at any rate two of 'em. He gave one to our cousin Grace Mrs. Henry Mallins a Bradford lady.
"I'll try it for all it's worth, and as cleverly as I can. In fact, I've already thought of a plan, and if you don't want me any more just now, I'll go to the post-office and send off a telegram that's something to do with it." "Nothing more now, sir," answered Chettle. "But look here you're not going back to town to-night?" "Why, that's just what I meant to do," replied Allerdyke.
This reward'll do for capital, you know, Chettle." "Ah!" responded Chettle feelingly. "Wish it was coming to me! I wouldn't put no capital into that business not me, sir! I'd have a nice little farm in the country, and I'd grow roses, and breed sheep and pigs, and " "And lose all your brass in a couple of years!" laughed Allerdyke.
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