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Outside, Davidge took the reporter's arm in a firm grip, and chuckled as he led him towards the elevator. "That's surprise one!" he whispered. "Wait till we get downstairs and into the street, and you'll have another, and it'll be of a bit livelier nature!"
Yet there was not a Davidge who refrained from marriage, so entailing the curse on another generation. It would have been more righteous to have put a pistol to their heads and have blown out their brains." His manner was quiet and cold. Jane made no answer. "Naturally, I have studied the pathology of insanity closely. I know that I have inherited the disease.
He's safe enough till midnight, so we've plenty of time. We just want to have a look around his little nest while he's off it, d'you see?" "How are you going to get in?" asked Triffitt. Davidge nodded towards the window of the sitting-room. "By way of that balcony," he answered. "I told you I knew all about how these flats are arranged.
"However, I've come to an end, and it only remains for me to tell you who Mr. X. really is. He hasn't the slightest notion that he's suspected, and if you and your men, Davidge, go round to his house, which isn't half a mile away, you'll probably find him eating his Sunday evening supper in peace and quietness. The man is " Davidge suddenly rose from his chair, nudging Triffitt as he moved.
You never know what you may come across during a search." "You're going to search his rooms?" asked Triffitt. "Something of that sort," replied Davidge. "Just a look round, you know, and a bit of a peep into his private receptacles." "Then you're suspecting him in connection with this " began Triffitt. Davidge stopped him with a look, and slowly drank off the contents of his glass. Then he rose.
When the detectives had hurried Burchill into a taxi-cab which suddenly sprang into useful proximity to the excited group, Davidge spat on the ground and made a face. He motioned Cox-Raythwaite, Selwood, and the two reporters to go down the street; he himself turned to Dimambro.
And I'll at once anticipate the question that you'll naturally want to ask. Why didn't I at once tell Barthorpe of what I'd seen the night before? of the presence of the man whom we're calling Mr. "Just so!" murmured Davidge. "Ah, yes, why not?" "I'll tell you," continued Burchill. "Because Barthorpe immediately sprang upon me the matter of the will.
"Great Scot!" said Barthorpe. "Police!" Davidge came quickly and quietly in three other men with him. And in the room from which they emerged Barthorpe saw more men, many more men, and with them an eager, excited face which he somehow recognized the face of the little Argus reporter who had asked him and Selwood for news on the morning after Jacob Herapath's murder.
I'll protect you from Daly, do anything you like, and the one who makes that wooden man laugh, wins this gold piece." It was not the gold piece that tempted us to our fall, but the hope of succeeding where the star had failed. I seized one moment in which to notify old man Davidge of what was going on, as he had a prominent part in the coming scene, and then we were on the stage.
I have heard a curious story about his connection with Davidge, manager of the Surrey, the original, as I take it, of his Bajazet Gay. They say that he had used Douglas very ill, that Douglas invoked this curse upon him, "that he might live to keep his carriage, and yet not be able to ride in it," and that it was fulfilled, curiously, to the letter.
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