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In his shrewd, clever way he had realised before Tarling himself, that the detective from Shanghai, this heir to the Lyne millions, had fallen under the spell of the girl's beauty, and all his conjectures had been confirmed by the scene he had witnessed, no less than by the conversation he had overheard before the door was opened. He was seeking immunity and safety.
He, a comparatively unknown detective from Shanghai was by reason of his relationship to Thornton Lyne, and even more so because his own revolver had been found on the scene of the tragedy, the object of some suspicion on the part of the higher authorities who certainly would not pooh-pooh the suggestion that he was innocent of any association with the crime because he happened to be engaged in the case.
Did anybody hate him?" Sam nodded. "Was it a woman?" asked the detective with studied indifference. "It was," replied the other with an oath. "Damn her, it was! He treated her well, did Mr. Lyne. She was broke, half-starving; he took her out of the gutter and put her into a good place, and she went about making accusations against him!"
Tarling read the cuttings through from beginning to end, then carefully replaced them in the paper package and put them away in the little lacquer box at the bottom of the trunk. As carefully he returned all the clothes he had removed, relocked the lid and pushed it under the iron bedstead. Swiftly he reviewed all the circumstances. Ling Chu had seen Thornton Lyne and had planned his vengeance.
The lie came as easily as the truth, and easier, since there was a certain crudeness about truth which revolted his artistic soul. And as the tale was unfolded of Odette Rider's perfidy, Sam's eyes narrowed. There was nothing too bad for such a creature as this. She was wholly undeserving of sympathy. Presently Thornton Lyne stopped, his eyes fixed on the other to note the effect.
I will not advise you, my unfortunate sufferer, to break every pane of glass in your domicile, though I have no doubt that Nathaniel and his boy-companions would enter with enthusiasm into the process; I am not fond of extremes; but you certainly might go so far as to take the nails out of my bed-room windows, and yet keep a good deal this side the Lyne.
"He threatened to take advantage of that fact, and wanted to show you the confession." "I see," said Tarling, and heaved a deep sigh of relief. "Thank God!" he said fervently. "For what?" she asked, looking at him in astonishment. "That everything is clear. To-morrow I will arrest the murderer of Thornton Lyne!"
You suspect a member of your staff of having consistently robbed the firm for many years. A Mr. Milburgh, your chief departmental manager." Lyne stopped him with a gesture and lowered his voice. "I want you to forget that for a little while, Mr. Tarling," he said. "In fact, I am going to introduce you to Milburgh, and maybe, Milburgh can help us in my scheme.
It means that we've got to organise a system of interim accounts, and you as a business man will understand just what that means." "You work pretty hard, Mr. Milburgh?" said Tarling. "Why, yes, sir," smiled Milburgh. "I've always worked hard." "You were working pretty hard before Mr. Lyne was killed, were you not?" asked Tarling. "Yes " hesitated Milburgh. "I can say honestly that I was."
I beg of you that you will lose no time in saving her from the hands of this cruel madman, who seems to have only one idea, and that to avenge the death of the late Mr. Thornton Lyne. When this reaches you I shall be beyond the power of human vengeance, for I have determined to end a life which has held so much sorrow and disappointment. He was satisfied that Mr.
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