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Fenley telephoned to the Commissioner, mainly because Scotland Yard was called in to investigate a bond robbery which took place in the Fenley Bank some two months ago. Probably you never heard of it. Will you kindly explain our position to your Chief Constable?
He had watched the two from a window of the dining-room, and had read correctly the girl's ill-concealed scorn, not quite devoid of dread, as revealed by face and gesture. To make sure, he waylaid her in the hall while she was hurrying to her own apartments. Then he sauntered after Robert Fenley, and only bided his time to empty upon him the vials of his wrath.
That is why we did not carry my poor father's body upstairs. She might overhear the shuffling of feet, and ask the cause." "One thing more, Mr. Fenley," said Winter, seeing that the other had made an end. "Have you the remotest reason to believe that any person harbored a grievance against your father such as might lead to the commission of a crime of this nature?"
Manning married, but lost his wife when Sylvia came into the world. That broke him up; he drank himself to death, leaving his partner as trustee and guardian for the infant. There was a boom in tea estates; my father sold on the crest of the wave and came to London. He progressed, but Mrs. Fenley didn't.
What the deuce do you mean, sir?" Fenley could snarl effectively when in the mood, and none might deny his present state of irritation, be the cause what it might. "That young lady is the only person to whom he owes an explanation. He is giving it to her now." "Will you kindly be more explicit?"
"However, I can understand and honor your reluctance to reveal Mrs. Fenley's failings. Now, please tell us exactly what Mr. Fenley and Mr. Robert said to each other in the hall last Saturday morning." How poor Farrow, immured in his jungle, would have gloated over Tomlinson's collapse when he heard those fatal words!
Ninety-nine men among a hundred would have appropriated the motor car then and there, but Fenley saw by waiting a minute and displaying the requisite coolness he might succeed in throwing his pursuers off the trail for some hours. Stern came. It chanced that he was watching a good patient through a crisis, and would be detained until daybreak. "Hello, Hilton," he cried.
"What?" roared the other, and it was hard to say whether rage or astonishment predominated in his voice. "Is that one of Hilton's dodges to get me into trouble?" "But you do own an Express rifle, which you keep in your sitting-room. Where is it now?" "In the place where it always is. Standing in a corner behind the bookcase." "When did you see it last, Mr. Fenley?" "How the deuce do I know?
If, as I expect, she knows no lawyer, see that she takes this card to the address on it and give Messrs. Gibb, Morris & Gibb my message. You understand?" "Yes." "Finally, she must be warned to say nothing of this to Robert Fenley. In fact, the less that young spark knows about her affairs the better.
Still obeying that unworthy instinct which bade him sting Fenley into defiance, Winter tossed a question over his shoulder. "May I have a word with Miss Garth?" he said suddenly. "Why?" was the calm answer. "Just to settle that telephone incident once and for all." "But if you imagine it might not have been Miss Garth who made the call, why are you here?" Then the detective laughed.
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