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Engledew's car had gone away, and they went hastily to Endsleigh Gardens, where Professor Cox-Raythwaite listened to the strange story in dead silence. "Mrs. Engledew lady living in Herapath Flats old friend of Jacob's possessed letters of his instrument for two men in possession of secret willing to fork out a thousand of her own," he muttered. "Gad! I take that to be genuine, Selwood!
"Though that'll only be for form's sake, because I shall take charge of it when I go round to the police-station presently they'll have got Burchill searched when I get there. Of course, I wasn't going to say anything up there, but Mrs. Engledew has been in with us at this, and she took Burchill and Dimambro in as beautifully as ever I saw it done in my life! Clever woman, that!
Herapath the pearls which he had brought, sold them to him, and received from him, in payment for them, a cheque for three thousand guineas. This transaction being conducted, Mr. Engledew had entrusted to him, showed them to Dimambro, and asked his opinion as to how they could best be reset.
Herapath's employ to know how much he went in for that sort of thing." "That is immaterial," continued Burchill. "We establish the fact that he did. Now we come to the first chapter of our story. This lady, Mrs. Engledew, a tenant of this flat since the Herapath Estate was built, is an old acquaintance I am permitted to say, friend of the late Jacob Herapath.
Davidge had kept up this flow of talk while he took stock of his surroundings, and now, with another nudge of his companion's elbow, he took a chair between the door and the table, planted himself firmly in it, put his hands on top of his stout stick, and propped his chin on his hands. He looked at Mrs. Engledew once more, and then let his eyes make another inspection of her guests.
"Ten thousand pounds in cash on Sunday!" exclaimed Selwood. "That, of course, is utterly impossible." "Not cash in that sense," replied Mrs. Engledew. "An open cheque will do. And, don't you see, that, I think, proves the bona fides of the men. If they fail to do what they say they can and will do, you can stop payment of that cheque first thing tomorrow morning."
"Precisely what do they ask what do they propose?" he asked. "This. If you agree to pay them ten thousand pounds, you and Professor Cox-Raythwaite are to meet them tonight. They will then tell the true story, and they will further take you and the police to the man, the real murderer," answered Mrs. Engledew. "It is important that all this should be done tonight."
The car moved gently up Baker Street, and Selwood glanced inquiringly at their captor. "May we have the pleasure of " The elderly lady brought out a card-case and some papers. "I am Mrs. Engledew," she said. "I live in the Herapath Flats. I don't suppose you ever heard of me, Miss Wynne, but I knew your uncle very well we had been acquaintances, nay, friends, for years.
She occasionally consulted him on matters of business. On November 12th last she consulted him on another affair though it had, of course, a business complexion. Mrs. Engledew, by the death of a relative, had just come into possession of some old family jewels chiefly diamonds. These diamonds, which, Mrs.
I thought it might be necessary to prove my bona fides," she continued, with a laugh, "so I brought some letters of Jacob Herapath's with me letters written to me you recognize his big, bold hand, of course." There was no mistaking Jacob Herapath's writing, and the two young people, after one glance at it, exchanged glances with each other. "Now you want to know why I am here," said Mrs. Engledew.
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