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But when I reached there it was clear to me that she had failed. He had not brought the letters with him. I got rid of the woman, and Goldenburg and I quarreled. Then it was that I killed him." "And what of the other woman?" asked the superintendent. "What other woman?" "The veiled woman who was shown up to you by Ivan." "There was no other woman," said Grell, his lips tightening.
"Pinkerton's have got hold of 'Billy the Scribe, who identified the photograph of the dagger with which the murder was committed as one that he believes was in the possession of Henry Goldenburg when he last saw him. That may be fancy or invention, or it may be important. Hello! what is it?" It was Green who had interrupted the conference.
By the way, sir, there's a lot of newspaper men been asking for you since you left. They want to know about Goldenburg." "So do I," retorted the other. "You'd better be strictly truthful with 'em, Mainland. Tell 'em you know no more than is on the reward bill. They won't believe you, anyway. You can say I've gone home to bed, and that there will be nothing more doing this evening. Good-bye."
The police are of the opinion that the drowned man is not Goldenburg." A light of amusement twinkled in Foyle's blue eyes. "Don't you think he'll discover that to be a deliberate lie, Mr. Green?" "Well," said Green doggedly, "we can't tell him what has happened, and we've got to satisfy him somehow. I promised to let him know something, and it's true that a body has been found. I asked Wrington.
"It's rather awkward with these er ornaments." The superintendent did as he was requested and Grell puffed luxuriously. Foyle remained silent. Although he was aching to put questions he dared not. "Do you really think that I killed Harry Goldenburg?" asked Grell suddenly. "I don't know," confessed the superintendent non-committally. "I think you may have." "Yes.
"Any result from the offer of a reward for Goldenburg?" A flicker of amusement dwelt in Heldon Foyle's blue eyes. "Yes. He has been seen by different people within an hour or two of each other in Glasgow, Southampton, Gloucester, Cherbourg, Plymouth, and Cardiff. Our information on that point is not precisely helpful.
Why should he mix himself up with the shady crew he is with people who have twice tried to murder me, and who knocked out and kidnapped Waverley? If we find him, we shall find the murderer. That's why I wanted the description of Goldenburg sent out.
I went straight back to my hotel, and made arrangements to secure a sort of alibi. But I wanted to know how things were going. I had told Grell that if it became necessary to write me under cover, he might do so at the poste restante, Folkestone. There it was I heard before I returned to London. He declared that he had killed Goldenburg, a statement I had the best of reasons for knowing was false.
"You went there with Harry Goldenburg, your husband, in connection with a scheme of blackmail he had conceived. You were to get certain letters from him for Mr. Grell if you could?" She bowed. "You are correct, as usual." "Mr. Grell left the room for some reason, and during his absence you had an altercation with Goldenburg." One slender hand resting on the table opened and clenched.
Of course, I was then presuming that the finger-prints were those of the murderer. "Then I received information that Ivan and a man my informant took for Goldenburg had been seen at Victoria Station on the night of the murder. I managed to find Ivan and, by a threat, got a partly formed opinion confirmed. He knew that the murdered man was not Mr. Grell.
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