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"Matthews had a look at Strangwise's companions, and seeing Bellward, of course, takes him for you. As for the lady, she had a black lace muffler wound about her face. "'Miss Mackwayte's coming with us, Matthews, Strangwise says, seeing Matthews look at the lady. That removed the last of any lurking suspicions that old Matthews might have had.
"He hadn't got it on him," he answered, "he swears he never had a gun. I expect he chucked it away somewhere. It'll be our business to find it for him!" He smiled rather grimly, then added: "Perhaps you'd care to have a look at Miss Mackwayte's room, sir!" "Is Miss Mackwayte there" asked the Chief. "I got her out of this quick," replied Mr.
"Mackwayte's room, on the back," he said, "bed slept in, as you see, old gentleman's clothes on a chair obviously he was disturbed by some noise made by the burglar and came out to see what was doing! And here," he indicated a door adjoining, "is Miss Mackwayte's room, on the front; as you observe.
"If you remember, sir," he said, "I found this man's leave paper in the front garden of the Mackwayte's house at Laleham Villas, Seven Kings, the day after the murder. There are one or two questions I should like to put..." "No need to arsk any questions," said Barling. "I'll tell you the whole story meself, mister. I was on leave at the time, due to go back to France the next afternoon.
Mackwayte's face creased its mask of paint into a thousand wrinkles. For, on seeing him, the dancer's face lighted up, and, running to him with hands outstretched, she cried: "Tiens! Monsieur Arthur!" while he ejaculated: "Why, it's little Marcelle!" But now the stage manager interposed. He whisked Madame's wrap off her with one hand and with the other, firmly propelled her on to the stage.
"Des," he cried, "they've found Miss Mackwayte's hat on the floor of the tap-room... it is stained with blood..." Desmond felt himself growing pale: "And the girl herself," he asked thickly, "what of her?" Francis shook his head. "Vanished," he replied gravely. "Vanished utterly. Desmond," he added, "we must go over to the Dyke Inn at once!" Across Morsted Fen the day was breaking red and sullen.
There's Miss Mackwayte's gloves and handbag on the toilet-table just as she left 'em last night. I wouldn't let her touch her clothes even. She went over to Mrs. Appleby's in her dressing-gown, in a taxi." "Then Master Burglar didn't burgle this room?" asked the Chief. "Nothing touched, not even the girl's money," replied Marigold. "Then why did he come up here at all?" asked Desmond.
Pressing a bell with one hand and lifting up a telephone receiver with the other, the Chief immersed himself again in his work. He appeared to have forgotten Miss Mackwayte's very existence. At a quarter to five that evening, Barbara unlatched the front gate of the Mill House and walked up the drive. She had come on foot from the station and the exercise had done her good.
"Alive?" said Desmond. "The blood on that toque of hers might have been Rass's. There is a good deal of blood on the floor. You see, I still think Miss Mackwayte's safety depends on that jewel not being recovered by either Strangwise or Nur-el-Din.
When he mentioned the finding of Barbara Mackwayte's hat, the dancer raised her head and cast a frightened glance at Matthews. But she said nothing and when Matthews turned from the telephone to go back to the tap-room she had resumed her former listless attitude. Matthews and Gordon made a thorough search of the kitchen and back premises without finding anything of note.
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