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Allerdyke took all these out, and laying them aside on the table, directed Gaffney to take everything from the dead man's pockets. And Gaffney, solemn of face and tight of lip, set to his task in silence. There was comparatively little to bring to light.
Off Aldersgate Street, sir. Yes, I'm a Cockney, right enough." "Then you know London well, of course," suggested Appleyard. "Never went out of it much, sir, till I went down to Bradford to this present job," replied Gaffney. "I shouldn't have left it if Mr. Allerdyke hadn't given me extra good wages and a real good place." Appleyard tossed Allerdyke's note across his desk. "You see what Mr.
We want to find out who Rayner is; what his connection, if any, with Miss Slade, alias Mrs. Marlow, is; who she is, and why she goes under two names. That's all what you might call initial proceedings. What I propose is this when you go back to your hotel, get Gaffney into your private sitting-room.
It was not yet twelve o'clock when Allerdyke wrapped himself up in a corner of his luxurious Rolls-Royce, saw that the box of eatables and the two Thermos flasks were safe in the locker, and told Gaffney to go ahead. He himself had the faculty of going to sleep whenever he pleased, and he went to sleep now.
Second, if they both return, or either of them returns to the Pompadour to-night. So it had better be near the Pompadour somewhere in that district, anyhow. Can you suggest any place?" he continued, turning to the chauffeur. "You know that district well, don't you?" "Tell you the very spot, sir," answered Gaffney promptly. "Lancaster Gate itself, sir.
Gaffney at Philipstown on the 23d of July, and died there on the 25th of August 1887, Mrs. Gaffney being the wife of a "boycotted" man. A local doctor named Clarke came to the police and asked the Sergeant to inspect the body of the child, and call for an inquest. The sergeant inspected the body, and saw no reason to doubt that the child had died a natural death.
Take every care I don't want this man to get the least suspicion that he's followed. And " He hesitated, considering his plans over again. "Yes," he went on, "there's just another detail that I may mention it'll save time. This hunchback gentleman's name is Rayner Mr. Gerald Rayner. Can you remember it?" "As well as my own," answered Gaffney. "Mr. Gerald Rayner. I've got it." "Very good.
You'll come here to-morrow?" "Eleven o'clock in the morning," replied Allerdyke. "I'll fix it with Gaffney to-night." He went back to the Waldorf, summoned Gaffney to his private room, and sent him to arrange matters with his brother.
And Allerdyke, having taken a quick glance at a time-table, summoned Gaffney, told him of his journey, bade him keep his tongue quiet at the Waldorf, wrote his hasty note to Appleyard, dressed, and hurried away to King's Cross.
The chauffeur went off down the platform. Allerdyke turned up the covered way to the Great Northern Hotel. When the chauffeur joined him there a few minutes later he was giving orders for a supply of freshly-cut beef sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs; the Thermos flasks he handed over to be filled with hot coffee. "Better get something to eat now, Gaffney," he said.
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