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"I wonder, if Hyde really did put those things there," he said, "how Hyde came to be carrying about with him these sheets of paper which had certainly been used before for the wrappings of chemicals or drugs?" Felpham pricked his ears. "Eh?" he said. "What's that?" "Smell for yourself," answered Viner. "Let the inspector smell too.
"How did he come by such a straight tale, then?" asked Viner doubtfully. "Carefully prepared in case of need," declared Miss Penkridge as she tied her bonnet-strings with a decisive tug. "The whole thing's a plant!" "That's what Felpham says," remarked Viner. "But where are you going?" he broke off as Miss Penkridge, seizing an umbrella, started for the door. "Lunch is just going in."
Flaxman, whom we ardently desire to entertain beneath our thatched roof of rusted gold. And believe me forever to remain your grateful and affectionate Other associations than spiritual ones mingle with the Felpham sojourn. A drunken soldier one day broke into his garden, and, being great of stature, despised the fewer inches of the owner.
Likely thing for Langton Hyde to be carrying in his pocket, eh?" "Good heavens, that's certainly important!" exclaimed Felpham. "And so is this, and perhaps much more so," said Viner, making a second exhibit. "That's a sheet of brown wrapping-paper with the name and address of a famous firm of wholesale druggists and chemical manufacturers on one side printed.
A letter written to Flaxman, soon after his arrival at Felpham, is so characteristic that we cannot refrain from transcribing it: "DEAR SCULPTOR OF ETERNITY, We are safe arrived at our cottage, which is more beautiful than I thought it, and more convenient.
They were found early this morning, hidden, in the very place in which Hyde confessed that he spent most of the night after Ashton's murder a shed belonging to one Fisher, a greengrocer, up the Harrow Road. "Who found them?" demanded Felpham. "Fisher himself," answered Drillford. "He was pottering about in his shed before going to Covent Garden.
On shewing me some gaps in his library, he said that they had been made by proceedings in Doctors Commons. To Felpham where he passed the last twenty years of his life, there retired also, to end his days in privacy and quiet, Doctor Cyril Jackson, who had been many years Dean of Christ Church, and in that time had refused some of the highest honours in the church.
"I'll tell you what they are when we've seen Drillford. I'm not alarmed about this discovery, Felpham. I think it may lead to finding the real murderer." "You see further than I do, then," muttered Felpham. "I only see that it's highly dangerous to Hyde's interests. And I want first-handed information about it."
The greengrocer was positive as to this; he was positive, too, that the other wrappings which Felpham had carefully preserved were those which had been on the outside of the parcel and had been thrown aside by himself on its discovery and afterwards picked up by Viner. Mr.
I'll tell everything as soon as I can, Felpham." They walked quickly forward until they came to the higher part of the Harrow Road; there, at a crowded point of that dismal thoroughfare, where the shops were small and mean, Felpham suddenly lifted a finger towards a sign which hung over an open front filled with the cheaper sorts of vegetables. "Here's the place," he said, "a corner shop.
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