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He paused at that, and, looking fixedly at his manager, shook his head half-threateningly. "I'll tell you what it is, Ambler," he went on, after a moment's silence. "I've got a good, strong mind to go straight to the police authorities, tell 'em what I know, insist on 'em fetching Chettle up from Hull at once, and having that woman arrested. Why not?" "No!" said Appleyard firmly. "Not yet.
Allerdyke!" she said, opening the bag and taking an envelope from it. "I've something for you. See here's the photograph your cousin gave me. You were wrong, you see there's no spot in it it's a particularly clear print. Look!" In Allerdyke's big palm she laid the very photograph which, according to all his reckoning, was that which Chettle had found within the cover of Lydenberg's watch.
"I could and would trust my chauffeur with my last shilling," answered Allerdyke. "And as for his brother, I'll take my man's word for him. Besides, they both know or Mr. Gaffney knows that I'm a pretty generous paymaster. If a man does aught for me, and does it well, he profits to a nice penny!" "A good argument," agreed Chettle. "I don't know that you could beat it, Mr. Allerdyke.
Here, look at both for yourself hold 'em closer to the light. Mr. Allerdyke that was all written by the same hand, or I'm no good!" Allerdyke went close to the electric globe above his dressing-table, the photograph in one hand, the postcard in the other. He looked searchingly at both, brought them back, and laid them down again. "No doubt of it, Chettle," he said. "No doubt of it!
But there was one thing that rather struck me and that they couldn't explain, though they said I could have it explained by inquiry of the clerk who had the books in charge on May 13th and the boy who actually delivered the parcel neither of 'em was about this evening." "What?" demanded Allerdyke. "Why, this," answered Chettle. "The parcel had evidently been signed for twice.
Now then this photo, this print that you found in Lydenberg's watch, is not done on that paper it's a totally different paper. Therefore this is a reproduction! It is not my original print at all it's been copied from it. See?" Chettle, who had followed all this with concentrated attention, nodded his head several times. "Clever clever clever!" he said with undisguised admiration. "Clever, indeed!
"Speak out!" Chettle leaned nearer, with an instinctive glance at the door. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "That parcel was addressed to Franklin Fullaway, Esq., The Waldorf Hotel, Aldwych, London," he said. "There!" Allerdyke slowly rose from his seat, stared at his visitor, half-moved across the floor, as if he had some instinctive notion of going somewhere and then suddenly sat down again.
"Aye!" he said. "Aye! but was it ever delivered?" "I'm coming to that," replied Chettle. "That, of course, is the big thing the prime consideration.
"That" meant Thomas Chettle, his fists squared, and as red as any fighting turkey, held off at arm's-length by Bardolph. "Come over me!" cries Will, with a rush at Thomas, head down, for all his being held off by Bardolph's other hand. "Who says he has come over me?" Now the matter stood thus.
But, upon my soul, as I said to Blindway just now, I don't know whether that bill's a mere advertisement or a death warrant!" "Death warrant!" exclaimed Allerdyke. "What d'you mean?" Chettle chuckled knowingly. "Mean," he said.
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