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Poppit, M.B.E., tells me you are in residence, and encourages me to hope that I may induce you to take déjeuner with me on Thursday, at one o'clock. May I assure you, with all delicacy, that you will not meet here anyone whose presence could cause you the slightest embarrassment? "Pray excuse this hasty note. Figgis will wait for your answer if you are in. "Yours very sincerely,
"We have finished, sir," he said to the Superintendent. Mr. Figgis turned to the lawyer, who was looking rather fixedly at what the other man had in his hand. "My document may be among those," he said. Mr. Figgis handed them to him. There were two envelopes, both addressed to the missing man, one bearing his name only, some small torn-up scrap of paper, and three or four private letters.
Figgis had arrived from Brighton, to find that it was superfluous to look any further or inquire any more concerning the whereabouts of the missing man. All that was mortal of him was here, the head covered with a cloth, and bits of the fresh summer growth of fern and frond sticking to his clothing.
Mills expressed to me the intention of perhaps getting out at Falmer and walking over the downs to Brighton. But Thursday was the evening on which we had that terrible thunderstorm. I should think it very unlikely that he would have left the train." Superintendent Figgis appeared to be trying to recollect something. "Was there a thunderstorm on Thursday?" he asked.
I am in the bottom form because my sums are so awful and my master beat me for them yesterday but he is nothing to father. I was top in the essay. He is a nice boy and Mrs. Trussit was his father's housekeeper once; his father writes stories. There is a boy I hate called Cheeseman, and one called Pollock. Please give my love to Mrs. Brant, the cows, Mollie and the pigs, Mr. and Mrs. Figgis, Mr.
Mills's flat was situated, and inquired of the porter whether his partner had yet returned. But the same answer as before was given him, and saying that he had need of a document that Mills had taken home with him three days before he went up in the lift, and rang the bell of the flat. But it was not his servant who opened it, but sad Superintendent Figgis.
"Too good too kind," murmured Mr. Wyse. "Figgis, what do I do next?" Diva clapped the instrument into place. "Powder," she said to herself, remembering what she had seen in the glass, and whizzed upstairs.
'I want you to jot down some facts, Figgis, said Sir James, banishing all signs of agitation and speaking with a rapid calmness. 'When you have them, put them into shape just as quick as you can for a special edition of the Sun. The hard-featured man nodded and glanced at the clock, which pointed to a few minutes past three; he pulled out a notebook and drew a chair up to the big writing-table.
"I opened it and placed it on my writing table in the drawing-room." "Thank you; that is all." There was no cross-examination of this witness, and after the pause, the counsel for the defence spoke again. "Superintendent Figgis." "You searched the house of Mrs. Assheton in Sussex Square?" "Yes, sir." "What did you take from it?" "A leaf from a blotting-book, sir."
I hear you are coming back to Brighton to-morrow, and are getting out at Falmer. All right; I shall be there, and we shall have a talk. A sort of purr went round the court; the kind humane ladies and gentlemen who had fought for seats found this to their taste. The noose tightened. "I have here also an envelope," said the prosecutor, "which was found by Mr. Figgis and Mr.
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