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I wonder what a jury of decent men would think about a man who robbed his child for five years, and let that child be fed and clothed and cared for by the girl he tried to destroy, the girl he taught what sin there was in the world." "She put you up to this. She was always in love with you, and you know it." There was a dangerous look in Foyle's eyes, and his jaw set hard.
"All the same, it's queer," said Sir Hilary, with a little frown. "What do you propose to do?" Heldon Foyle's lips became dogged. "Break 'em up piecemeal as we lay our hands on 'em now. We've got one the man we roped in with Red Ike. He's as tight as an oyster; but while we've got him he can't do anything to help his pals. Then there's the Princess.
Tellingham's parlor, but when he interviewed Roberto, it was downstairs in Tony Foyle's rooms. The girls saw Mr. Cameron only for a moment after that. He was just starting for the train, and Roberto was going with him. "The young rascal has admitted just what Ruth suspected," said Mr. Cameron, chuckling a little. "He fooled us all including the doctor.
But I do believe that you know all about the crime that you were perhaps an eye-witness." For the first time during the interview Robert Grell lost hold of his self-control. His fists clenched and the steel of the handcuffs bit deep into his wrists as he momentarily forgot that he was handcuffed. There was a meaning in Foyle's tone that he could not fail to understand.
Foyle's suave voice broke in upon the thread of his thoughts. He shook himself a little and met the detective's steady gaze. "If I do, will it mean that you will arrest Grell for murder?" The superintendent caressed his chin and hesitated a little before replying. "I have been quite open with you, Sir Ralph. I don't know. As things are at present, it looks uncommonly as though he had a hand in it.
Foyle's contempt for a man who was ready to bargain to betray his master's confidence was sunk in his content at so easily obtaining his ends. "That will be all right," he answered. "You'll be paid according to the value of your information." "Then it's this, sir," blurted out Roberts. "Mr. Grell, whom you thought was murdered, is not dead.
"What do you want with me, then?" The man sank slowly and heavily back into the chair. "There is a way have you never thought of it? When you threatened others as you did me, and life seemed such a little thing in others can't you think?" Bewildered, the man looked around helplessly. In the silence which followed Foyle's words his brain was struggling to see a way out.
This reminiscence had brought them to Berkeley Square. Fairfield felt his heart thumping quickly although his face was impassive as the door was opened in response to Foyle's ring. She might be out; she might refuse to see them. Neither of the two alternatives happened. Within three minutes Eileen had descended to them in the drawing-room.
I went for Bobby, to get out of the house, but he caught hold of me. I struck him in the face, and he threw me against the edge of the open door. It made the scar." Foyle's face was white. "Why did you never write and tell me that, Jo? You know that I " He stopped suddenly. "You had gone out of our lives down there.
They're falling short of money, for they've put Red Ike up to break into Grell's house and steal all the stuff in sight. Ike has asked Fred to give him a hand." A low whistle came from Foyle's lips. Why hadn't he thought of this? Discreetly done, with the help of a confederate and apparently Grell had no lack of confederates it would get over the money difficulty quite simply. "Sit down, Green.
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