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Never had he looked more dangerous than in the one burning instant following this daring repetition of the detective's outrageous request.
The doctor's flattery and the detective's avarice combined, had the desired effect. Jarvis unbent, and became more communicative. "Fact is," he said, squaring about, "I don't know my lay just yet." "No?" inquiringly: "Going far out?" "No." "Well," as if about to drop the conversation, "I'm sorry you can't do the job. It's big pay and success sure.
Ray had already telegraphed, in answer to his father's message, that he would come to Hazeldean on Monday for the ball, and at first he thought he would make no change in his plans. The news was good news, and would keep for a day or two, he told himself. But the detective's enthusiasm over the arrest was so contagious, he found himself wishing that his father could also know what had occurred.
The detective's first instinct was to take him into custody as a suspect much wanted by the New York police; but reason assured him that he not only had no warrant for this, but that he would better serve the ends of justice by following out his present task of bringing this man and the Englishman together and watching the result. But how, with the conditions laid on him by Mr.
"Is to find the other railroad-ticket," finished Leverage dryly. "Which isn't any lead-pipe cinch, I'd say!" Carroll gazed intently upon the face of the dead man. There was a half quizzical light in the detective's eyes as he spoke, apparently to no one. "I've often thought," he said, "in a case like this, how much simpler things would be if the murdered man could talk."
Carter was silent for some few moments, during which his eyes wandered about the apartment in that professional survey which took in every detail, from the colour of the curtains and the pattern of the carpets, to the tiniest porcelain toy in an antique cabinet on one side of the fireplace. The only thing upon which the detective's glance lingered was the lamp, which Margaret had extinguished.
What sort of weather was it? That might fix the month." Bobbie shook his head. "It was just ordinary weather, as near as I can recollect." "Warm?" "Warmish." "Or cold?" "Well, fairly cold, perhaps. I can't remember." I ordered two more of the same. They seemed indicated in the Young Detective's Manual. "You're a great help, Bobbie," I said. "An invaluable assistant.
"Well, well, we will wait," was the detective's soothing reply. "Sit down in the room opposite there, and give me your orders for supper, and I will see that a good meal is served you." The three gentlemen, seeing no way of refusing, followed the discreet official who preceded them, and the door of the doctor's room closed upon him and the inquiries he was about to make. Mr.
It was a day on which the dead seemed enviable. The dull, sodden sky, the dripping, leafless trees, the wet, spongy soil, the reeking grass everything combined to make one long to be in a warm, comfortable grave away from the leaden ennuis of life. Suddenly the detective's keen eye caught sight of a figure that made his heart throb with sudden excitement.
"And that is tantamount to saying that in spite of the overwhelming circumstantial evidence, and in spite of the fact that he has run away, Charles Rambert is innocent?" "Charles Rambert is the culprit, sir," Juve replied brightly. "If he were not, whom else could we possibly suspect?" The detective's placidity and his perpetual self-contradictions exasperated M. de Presles.
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