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Pleasant-like, sir." "I see! Had Mr. Krevin Crood any papers in his hand?" "He had papers in his hand, sir, or under his arm." "And that was just after eight o'clock?" "The clocks had just struck it, sir." Meeking nodded his dismissal of Mrs. Spizey. It was plain that he was getting near the end of his case and his manner became sharp and almost abrupt. "Call Detective-Sergeant Welton," he said.
The two detectives watched the lessee narrowly as that question was put. And each knew instantly that the prompt reply was a truthful one. "Never heard of him in my life," said Mr. Castlemayne. "Thank you, sir," said Easleby. "Just so! Well, sir, my friend here Detective-Sergeant Starmidge has been down at Scarnham in charge of this case from the first, and he's formed some ideas about this Mr.
"I have specialized in Chinese crime," he said; "much of my time is spent amongst our Asiatic visitors. I am fairly familiar with the Easterns who use the port of London, and I have a number of useful acquaintances among them." Nayland Smith nodded. Beyond doubt Detective-sergeant Fletcher knew his business. "To my lasting regret," Fletcher continued, "I never met the late Dr. Fu-Manchu.
Say that you insist, as next-of-kin, on having access to your uncle's belongings. Get Mr. Pellworthy to go with you to the bank. Meet Detective-Sergeant Starmidge and me outside there, in, say, half an hour. Then we'll see what happens. Now, my lord, if you'll come with me, we'll apply for that search-warrant."
And when he had helped both to a drink, he took one himself, and tumbler in hand, dropped into his easy chair again. "We saw your light, doctor so I took the liberty of dropping into tell you a bit of news," observed the inspector. "But I haven't introduced my friend this is Detective-Sergeant Jettison, of the Yard we've got him down about this business must have help, you know."
He knew it practically by heart, but one could never be too certain that nothing had been overlooked. He was so engaged when Mr. Fred Trevelyan was announced. "Fred Trevelyan? Who is he?" he asked mechanically, his brain still striving with the problem he wished to elucidate. "That's the name he gave, sir," answered the clerk, who ranked as a detective-sergeant. "I should call him Dutch Fred."
Do what he would he could not conceal some agitation, and Detective-Sergeant Prydale, a shrewdly observant man, noticed it and affected not to. "Evening, Mr. Murgatroyd," he said cheerily. "We've come to see if you can give us a bit of information. You've had Mr. Eldrick, the lawyer, here today on the same business. You know this affair of an old clerk of his Parrawhite?" "I told Mr.
Herbert Trendall hesitated, and for a moment twisted his moustache. He was a marvellously alert man, an unusually good linguist, and a cosmopolitan to his finger-tips. He had been a detective-sergeant in the T Division of Metropolitan Police for years before his appointment as director of that section.
Stebbing, also a young man, sandy-haired and freckled, who, having inspected Detective-Sergeant Jettison's professional card, gave him the best chair in the room and stared at him with a mingling of awe and curiosity which plainly showed that he had never entertained a detective before.
"Instructed you!" cried Kerry, his teeth gleaming and his steel-blue eyes creating upon Coombes' mind an impression that they were emitting sparks. "Instructed you! I'll ask you a question, Detective-Sergeant Coombes: Who is in charge of this case?" "Well, I thought you were." "You thought I was?" "Well, you are." "I am? Very well you were saying ?" "I was saying that I went into the kitchen "
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