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"A drop of my whisky'll do you no harm that's some I got down from home, and you'll not find its like everywhere. Light a cigar and put a couple in your pocket to smoke in the train. Now then, let's see that photograph once more." Chettle handed over the watch, and Allerdyke, opening the case, delicately removed the print.
I've been wondering about that all the way down." Chettle, a sleek, comfortable-looking man, with a quiet manner and a sly glance, laughed knowingly, twiddling his fat thumbs as he leaned back in the cab. "Oh, well, it doesn't do in my opinion to spread information amongst too many people, Mr. Allerdyke," he said. "That's my notion of things, anyway.
And," continued Chettle with a laugh, "I'd a lot of talking and explaining and wheedling to do before he'd tell anything." "Had he aught to tell?" asked Allerdyke. "So many of 'em think they have, and then they haven't." "Oh, he'd something to tell!" replied Chettle. "Right enough, he'd a good deal to tell.
"Yes," answered Chettle, taking up his glass and silently bowing his acknowledgments. "I have! The only one I could come to. The man who sent this photograph to Lydenberg, to help him to identify your cousin at sight, is the man who afterwards lured Lydenberg into that part of Hull High Street, and shot him dead. In plain words, the master shot his man when he'd done with him.
And when they had crossed Bayswater Road the superior pulled himself up, took a breath, and looked around him. "No sign of them yet, Chettle," he observed. "Did he say at once?" "Said they'd be on their way in two minutes, sir," answered Chettle. "And it wouldn't take them many minutes to run up here." "I wonder what it's all about?" mused the chief.
"Quite so, sir," answered Chettle composedly. "I want to draw your attention to some very special features and to ask you certain questions arising out of 'em. We'll take things in order, Mr. Allerdyke. We're driving now to the High Street I want to show you the exact spot where Lydenberg was shot dead.
You've had something to tell me now I've something to tell you. I've found out who it was that James gave the photograph to!" Chettle showed his gratification by a start of pleased surprise. "You have already!" he exclaimed. "Already!" replied Allerdyke. "Found it out within an hour of getting back in here.
A few minutes elapsed; then the lift came up, and the waiter, killing two birds with one stone, appeared again, escorting the detective and carrying a tray. And Allerdyke, with a sly wink at Chettle, greeted him unconcernedly, ushered him into his room and chatted about nothing until the waiter had gone away. Then he turned on him eagerly. "What is it?" he demanded. "Something, of course!
"Myself have seen him no less civil than he is excellent in the quality he professes"; whether or not this means that Chettle has SEEN his excellence in his profession, I cannot tell for certain; but Chettle's remark is, at least, contrasted with what he gives merely from report "the facetious grace in writing" of the man in question. Who, then, is this mysterious personage?
No, sir Fullaway is the suspected person, in my opinion! though I'm going to take precious good care to keep that opinion to myself yet awhile, I can tell you. Fullaway, Mr. Allerdyke, Fullaway!" "Well?" demanded Allerdyke. "And so " "And so I want you to use your utmost ingenuity to find out if your cousin James gave that photo to Fullaway," continued Chettle.
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