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He gave the American a brief yet full account of all that had happened since his receipt of James Allerdyke's wireless message. And Fullaway listened in silence, taking everything in, making no interruption, and at the end he spoke quietly and with decision. "We must find that woman Miss Celia Lennard and at once," he said. "That's absolutely necessary." "Just so," agreed Allerdyke.
Allerdyke, closely watching the woman around whom so much mystery centred, saw that she did not move so much as an eyelash. She laid her work aside, left the room, and within a minute returned with Van Koon, who gazed at Fullaway with an air of half-amused inquiry. "Something happened?" he asked, nodding to Allerdyke. "Town on fire?"
I don't care what you say it'll have to come to it. Let me suggest it, now, to our friends here they're both cute enough, I reckon!" "Oh, as you please, as you please!" replied Fullaway, with a wave of his hands. "Say anything you like, Van Koon it seems as if too much couldn't be said at this juncture." "All right," answered Van Koon. He turned to Allerdyke and Mrs. Marlow.
"Lots!" replied Fullaway. "It will draw attention. There'll already be a few thousand amateur detectives looking out for the man who left the French maid dead in Eastbourne Terrace, and a few hundred amateur criminologists racking their brains for a plausible theory of the whole thing. Oh, yes, it's a good thing to arouse public interest, Allerdyke. All that's wanted now is a rousing reward.
There were many new features of this affair to think about, but the one of the previous night now occupied his thoughts to the exclusion of the others. What was this woman doing, coming with evident secrecy out of one set of rooms, and entering another at that late hour? He wanted to know he must find out and he would find out with ease, and indirectly, from Fullaway.
I've lost all my jewels, and up to now nobody" here she flashed a wrathful glance at the hotel manager and the two detectives "nobody has made a single suggestion about finding them!" Fullaway exchanged looks with the other men. Once more he assumed the office of spokesman. "Perhaps you have not told them precisely what it is they're to find," he suggested. "What is it now, Mademoiselle?
It's utterly impossible that all this could have been worked by one man. The man we've heard of in connection with the deaths of Lisette Beaurepaire and of Ebers himself is only one of the combination. I'm as sure of that as I am that I see you. But who are they?" Nobody answered this question. Allerdyke plunged his hands in his pockets and stared at Fullaway; Mrs.
He laughed again as he put the telegram back and turned to Fullaway, who, hands plunged deep in pockets and black of countenance, was stamping up and down the room. "Um!" said Allerdyke. "Um! Now, in my humble opinion, Fullaway, that's a good deal queerer than the Van Koon incident.
"I must go," he said. "I've a business appointment. I'll see you later." Fullaway made no reply, and Allerdyke left him, went downstairs and sought Gaffney, whom, having found, he led outside to the street. "How soon can you lay hands on that brother of yours?" he asked. "Twenty minutes in a cab, sir," replied Gaffney.
"Aye, just so!" he said. "I was sure it lay somewhere here. Fullaway himself, now does he know?" "James gave it to her in Fullaway's presence," replied Allerdyke. "She's a bit of a photographer, I understand they were talking about photography, I gathered, one day when James was in Fullaway's office, and James pulled that out and gave it to her as a specimen of my work."
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