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But then, had it really been locked? I had not myself tried to open it, and now as I thought about it, it seemed to me quite possible that Jack Osborne might, in the excitement of the moment, have failed to turn the handle sufficiently, and so have believed that the door was locked when it was not. Again we had Gastrell's assurance that he had found himself locked in one day.
There was the incident, for instance, of Sir Harry Dawson's declaring in a letter written to Lord Easterton from the Riviera that he had never met Gastrell, never heard of him even, though Lord Easterton had Gastrell's assurance that he knew Sir Harry Dawson and had intended to call upon him on the evening he had unwittingly entered Lord Easterton's house, which was next door.
The mysterious affair in Grafton Street had been arranged they went on to say when threatened by Albeury with arrest if they refused to tell everything by Hugesson Gastrell and two accomplices, the two men with whom Osborne had entered into conversation on the night of Gastrell's reception in Cumberland Place, and it was a member of the gang, whose name I had not heard before the sole occupant of the house at the time who had questioned Osborne in the dark.
Five days had passed since the date of Gastrell's reception, when I had seen Jack Osborne at supper with the woman he had said he mistrusted. Since that evening, according to what Easterton had just told me, nobody had seen or heard of him. He had not been to his chambers; he had not left any message there or elsewhere; he had not written; he had neither telegraphed nor telephoned. Where was he?
Jasmine Gastrell's career was described in detail, also Connie Stapleton's, Doris Lorrimer's, Bob Challoner's, Hugesson Gastrell's, and the careers of all the rest in addition. The names of some of these were known to us, but the majority were not.
Among other agreeable circumstances, it was not the least, to find here a parcel of the Caledonian Mercury, published since we left Edinburgh; which I read with that pleasure which every man feels who has been for some time secluded from the animated scenes of the busy world. Dr Johnson found books here. He bade me buy Bishop Gastrell's Christian Institutes, which was lying in the room.
They say that they have ascertained that Gastrell's parents died when he was quite a child, and that this uncle who has died has been his guardian ever since." "That sounds right enough. What more do you want to know?" "It somehow seems to me very strange that I should have come to know this man, Gastrell, without introduction of any kind even have become intimate with him.
"No, he has not been here. I haven't seen him since Gastrell's reception." "Oh, yes, I saw you there." "Yes, very extraordinary." "No." "Oh, no." "Good. I'll come to you at once. Are you at Linden Gardens?" "Very well, I'll come straight to the club." Mechanically I hung up the receiver. Curious thoughts, strange conjectures, wonderings, arguments, crowded my brain in confusion.
Another club member besides Easterton had, it seemed, become acquainted with Gastrell through Gastrell's calling at the wrong house by mistake. A coincidence? Possibly. And yet I sucked meditatively at my pipe. Suddenly the telephone rang. Easterton was speaking. "What!" I exclaimed, in answer to the startling information he gave me. "When did he disappear?" "Where was he last seen?"
Exactly what it was they would not tell me then, but Preston had suggested that on that very night the three of us should visit Easterton's house in Cumberland Place, where Gastrell's reception had taken place, wearing effectual disguises which he would attend to, and see for ourselves what there was to be seen.
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