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Then, the chemist having reentered the village, the group broke up, Peters to search his brains for "copy" which should be readable yet contain no hint of the new trail, Winter to take train to Knoleworth, and Furneaux to tackle Fred Elkin, who, he had ascertained earlier, would drive home from a neighboring hamlet about five o'clock.
Doris was checking and distributing the stock of stamps which had arrived that morning; her father was counting mail-bags in a small annex to the main room, the Knoleworth office having acquired a habit of making up shortages by docking the country branches. No member of the public happened to be present.
Wot for?" Furneaux popped in. "My bill ready?" he squeaked. "No, sir. The train " "Leaves at two, but I'm driving to Knoleworth with Superintendent Fowler." The door closed behind him. Tomlin shook his head. "Box! Jack-in-the-box, I reckon," he said darkly, turning to a dog-eared ledger.
"Wally Hart threatens to choke me if you two don't dine with him and Grant to-night." There was silence for a little while. The detectives looked at each other. "At what time?" said Winter, at last. Peters was astonished, and showed it. "Why, I assured him it was absolutely imposs.," he cried. "Well, it isn't. In fact, it suits our plans. I want exercise, and shall walk back from Knoleworth.
Won't you come into the house? If we have to discuss a tragedy we may as well sit down to it." "No," she said, with the promptitude of one who had anticipated the invitation. "I must hurry home. There are accounts to be made up. And Robinson and others will be telegraphing to Knoleworth and London.
Still, to the best of his belief, the case had beaten both these doughty representatives of Scotland Yard; there was yet a chance for the humble police-constable; so Robinson squared his shoulders, seamed his brows, and marched majestically down the Knoleworth road.
Indeed, he was so assured of the success of his somewhat dramatic move that as he walked to a rendezvous arranged with Superintendent Fowler on the Knoleworth road he reviewed carefully certain arguments meant to secure Doris's assistance. Passing The Hollies, he smiled at the notion that Furneaux would undoubtedly have brought Grant to the conclave.
The road led to Knoleworth, and no young woman of her age in the village would dream of taking a lonely walk in the country at ten o'clock at night. For a man of his height and somewhat ponderous build, the policeman followed with real stealth. Thus, when she turned in at the gate, he was there by the time she had reached the front door. He heard her pull the bell.
Furneaux, who had jumped into the fore part of the train at Knoleworth, and was out in a jiffy at Victoria, handed his bag to a station detective, and turned into Vauxhall Bridge Road, one of the quietest of London's main thoroughfares. There he met a big man, dressed in tweeds, whose manifest concern at the moment seemed to center in a rather bad wrapping of a very good cigar. "Ah!
While he was yet at the counter, Ingerman crossed the road and entered the chemist's shop. "Let me see," said the detective musingly, "by committing a slight trespass on your left-hand neighbor's garden, can I reach the yard of the inn?" "What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve over," smiled Doris. "Mrs. Jefferson went to Knoleworth early to-day, and took her maid.
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