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"To arrest a nobody named Ronald is one thing, but to arrest the son of Penreath of Twelvetrees is quite a different matter. The police quite rightly, in my opinion wish to guard against the slightest possibility of mistake." "There is no certainty that Ronald is the son of Sir James Penreath," said Colwyn thoughtfully. "Printed descriptions of people are very misleading."
I shan't need you any longer. Good night!" "Good night, and good night to you, Mr. Colwyn," the policeman responded, turning with a smile to the private detective. "I didn't recognize you at first because of the fog. I didn't know you were in this job." "And I hope that you won't mention it, now that you do know," interposed Caldew hastily. "Not me. I'm not one of the talking sort."
Colwyn, scrutinising the second door closely, noticed that the wood was worm-eaten and shrunken. For that reason it fitted but loosely into the aperture of the wall, and on the one side there was a wide crack which arrested Colwyn's attention. It ran the whole length of the door, along the top that is, horizontally and was, perhaps, a quarter of an inch wide.
"Dear Margaret," thought Lady Caroline, "is surely not learning brusquerie and bad manners from that tiresome Miss Colwyn. What a very unlucky friendship that has been!" She did not seize the clue which Margaret unconsciously held out to her in the course of the same evening.
Heredith told me something which suggested that one of your men was in danger of underestimating an important clue," continued Colwyn. "That decided me. I went back with Mr. Heredith in my car the night before last. After my arrival at the moat-house I made an interesting discovery quite by accident. I discovered that a pearl necklace which had been given to Mrs.
"I am returning to London by the afternoon express, Mr. Colwyn," said the solicitor. "I should be glad if you could spare me a little of your time before I go." "Certainly," replied Colwyn, courteously. "It had better be at once, had it not? You have not very much time at your disposal." "If it does not inconvenience you," replied Mr. Oakham politely. "But your lunch "
When Colwyn went in to lunch the following day after a walk on the front, he found Sir Henry awaiting him in the lounge with a visitor whose identity the detective guessed before Sir Henry introduced him. "This is Mr. Oakham," said Sir Henry. "I have told him of your investigation into this painful case which has brought him to Norfolk."
Janetta lifted up a happy face. "I knew that Margaret would be true to me. I never doubted her." Mr. Colwyn watched her silently for a moment, then he put his hand upon her head, and began smoothing the thick black locks. "You have a very faithful nature, my Janet," he said, tenderly, "and I am afraid that it will suffer a great many shocks in this work-a-day world of ours.
"It's an ingenious one, at all events," commented Colwyn. "But would such a careful deliberate murderer overlook the key when he returned?" "Nothing more likely," said the confident superintendent. "It's in trifles like this that murderers give themselves away.
Colwyn made a methodical search of the room in the hope of discovering something which would throw light on the events of the night of the murder. Doubtless the room had not been occupied since Penreath had slept there, and he might have left something behind him perhaps some forgotten scrap of paper which might help to throw light on this strange and sinister mystery.
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