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'Father, you're very horrid to-night. What have the evening papers been doing? 'Well, my young madame, they've got me in for one, and you for another; and they're manufacturing mysteries like fun. It's young Dimmock's death that has started 'em. 'Well, Father, you surely didn't expect to keep yourself out of the papers. Besides, as regards newspapers, you ought to be glad you aren't in New York.
At the moment he took only one measure he arranged that the theft of Dimmock's body should not appear in the newspapers. It is astonishing how well a secret can be kept, when the possessors of the secret are handled with the proper mixture of firmness and persuasion. Racksole managed this very neatly. It was a complicated job, and his success in it rather pleased him.
'It was a kind of murder, Rocco admitted. Who did it? 'Unfair question, said Rocco. 'Who else is in this precious scheme besides Jules and yourself? 'Don't know, on my honour. 'Well, then, tell me this. What have you been doing to Dimmock's body? 'How long were you in that bathroom? Rocco parried with sublime impudence. 'Don't question me, Mr Rucker, said Theodore Racksole.
Headland, I can't fit the description in anywhere among the people here," he said after a pause. "Dimmock's fairish though he has got a moustache, but it's a military one, and Borkins is, of course, smooth shaven. The other men are clean-shaved, too, except for old Doughty, the head gardener, and he wears a full, gray beard. Why?" Cleek shook his head. "Nothing important.
How vividly I recall the round hand in which those words were written! I replied that I would be on hand the next week, ready to open school on Monday, the 11th. Again I took the stage, my father driving me twelve miles to Dimmock's Corners to meet it, a trip which he made with me many times in after years. Mother always getting up and preparing our breakfast long before daylight.
He laughed at the fruitless efforts of the police, but he could not honestly say that his own efforts had been less barren. The public was talking, for, after all, the disappearance of poor Dimmock's body had got noised abroad in an indirect sort of way, and Theodore Racksole did not like the idea of his impeccable hotel being the subject of sinister rumours.
Racksole had duly arrived by the afternoon boat, and had been met on the quay by the other two. They had dined early, and Racksole had heard the full story of the adventures by sea and land of Nella and the Prince. As to his own adventure of the previous night he said very little, merely explaining, with as little detail as possible, that Dimmock's body had come to light.
'I feel very much inclined to break your back across my knee. Therefore I advise you not to irritate me. What have you been doing to Dimmock's body? 'I've been embalming it. 'Em balming it. 'Certainly; Richardson's system of arterial fluid injection, as improved by myself. You weren't aware that I included the art of embalming among my accomplishments. Nevertheless, it is so.
And now tell us all about the accident, because we shall have to let your people know." "Well," said the little girl, "mother and I were driving to Ashton to see Aunt May; and mother had just got out to leave the British Workman at old Mr. Dimmock's, when the ponies took fright and ran away.
The inspector had also brought subpoenas for himself and Prince Aribert of Posen and the commissionaire to attend the inquest. 'I thought Mr Dimmock's remains were removed last night, said Racksole wearily. 'No, sir. The fact is the van was engaged on another job. The inspector gave the least hint of a professional smile, and Racksole, disgusted, told him curtly to go and perform his duties.
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