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Curtis read the note instantly, and, so delicate is the perceptiveness of the ear, he could almost follow the trend of the detective's unspoken thought by a hiss of breath or a muttered "Hum," as a name was mentioned or a reason given for some particular action.
Indeed I don't know what I should do if I were to stop here now with nothing to do but to worry about him." "I am sure it will be best, Rupert. I will tell your master you will return to-morrow afternoon." Captain Clinton went up to town by the night mail, and in the morning went to a private detective's office.
The town of Caudebec was only six kilometers from the castle, a short distance to a man whose step was accelerated by the hope of safety. After several fruitless attempts to ascertain the detective's address, the baron visited the office of the `Reveil, situated on the quai. There he found the writer of the article who, approaching the window, exclaimed: "Ganimard?
The door of the left-hand flat upon the third landing was standing ajar. Gregson pushed it open. Within all was absolute silence and darkness. I struck a match and lit the detective's lantern. As I did so, and as the flicker steadied into a flame, we all gave a gasp of surprise. On the deal boards of the carpetless floor there was outlined a fresh track of blood.
I'm going mad! What a long time you've been!" "That's true, I am a little late, but it hasn't been very easy." Now that Fandor's mind was set at rest about his deliverance, he grew curious to know the results of the detective's investigation. "Well, you were successful?" "Yes, quite successful." "Do they know in Glotzbourg?" "They must have some suspicion by now." "When did you get back?"
In The Avenging Conscience, as described in chapter ten, the murderer marks the ticking of the heart of his victim while watching the swinging of the pendulum of the old clock, then in watching the tapping of the detective's pencil on the table, then in the tapping of his foot on the floor.
"Tell me that Hubert will come, sir, and then I won't believe that he wrote that cruel letter," cried Sibyl, in a mournful voice, pausing in front of the detective. "I cannot tell you unless you show me the letter," returned Dyke Darrel, resolving to humor her. Quickly she drew from her bosom a letter and placed it in the detective's hand.
But the next movement was the most unexpected of all, for the prince standing in the doorway passed suddenly from the dignity of a statue to the swiftness of an acrobat and rent the revolver out of the detective's hand. "You dog!" he cried. "So you are the type of English truth, as I am of Irish tragedy you who come to kill me, wading through the blood of your brethren.
The lawyer's head rested affably on the detective's shoulder. He looked not only redder but thinner, as if his quest in the warm wood had shrunk him a little. Pollyooly did not awaken them; she went quietly into the house, and was welcomed by Eglantine with kisses and reproaches for the fright she had given her by her delay.
I've made a plaster cast of one of the prints. I've got it here in my pocket where I intend to keep it until I clear the whole case up and turn in my report." Graham's tone was shocked and discouraged. "What more do you want? Why haven't you arrested him?" In this room the detective's satisfied chuckle was an offence. "No good detective would ask that, Mr. Graham. I want my report clean.
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