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Updated: June 16, 2025
"You know very well why you're here you're here to hear the real truth about the Herapath murder! Mrs. Engledew told you that this afternoon, when she called on you at Scotland Yard. Now the only two people who know the real truth are myself and my friend there Mr. Dimambro."
As for Dimambro, he went home to the hotel at which he was stopping a little place called the Ravenna, in Soho, an Italian house next morning, first thing, he cashed his cheque, and before noon he left for the Continent. He had not heard of the murder of Jacob Herapath when he left London, and he did not hear of it until next day. I think I have given Mr.
"Put the whole thing out of your head until Monday morning. Don't even think about it. Come and see me on Monday, first thing, and we'll start again. For by the Lord Harry! I'll find out yet what the real nature of Jacob Herapath's transaction with Dimambro was, if I have to track Dimambro all through Italy!"
Selwood carried this further news to Professor Cox-Raythwaite, who roused himself from his microscope to consider it. "Could that tall, dark, nicely-dressed gentleman have been Burchill?" he muttered. "Sounds like him. But you've got a description of Dimambro, at any rate. Now we know of one man who saw the caller at the House of Commons Mountain, the coachman.
This man, if he was landlord, or manager, of the Ravenna Hotel, was clearly the person to approach if one wanted information about the Luigi Dimambro who had given the place as his address as recently as November 12th. While he ate and drank, Selwood wondered how to go about his business.
"I am taking everything in order," said Burchill. "And for the present I have done with Mr. Dimambro. Now I come to myself. I shall have to go into details about myself which I should not give if it were not for these exceptional circumstances. Mr. Davidge, I am sure, will understand me.
Very good, so as " "As Mr. Dimambro doesn't speak English very well " began Burchill. "I speak it you understand enough to say a good many words but not so good as him," observed Mr. Dimambro, waving a fat hand. "He say it for me for both of us, eh?" "To be sure, sir, to be sure," said Davidge. "Mr. Burchill is gifted that way, of course. Well, Mr. Burchill, and what might this story be, now?
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.
Luigi Dimambro staying at your hotel? He is, I believe" here Selwood made a bold shot at a possibility "a seller of curios, or art objects. I know he stops here sometimes." The manager rubbed his hands together and reflected. "One moment, sir," he said. "I get the register. The hotel guests, they come in here for meals, but always I do not recollect their names, and sometimes not know them.
It is not material to this explanation to repeat what Dimambro said on that matter suffice it to say that Dimambro gave an expert opinion, that Mr. Herapath once more pocketed the diamonds, and soon afterwards left the House of Commons for his estate offices with both lots of valuable stones in his possession some ten thousand pounds' worth in all.
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