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Do tell me where I can find him." "I have reason to know that Rex would not brook any interference from him." "Oh, no, of course not. It would never do to permit his influence to appear. I was thinking that the Senator might act with the girl, this wonderful Winifred. He might frighten her, or bribe her, or something of the sort." Now, Helen Tower was not in Meiklejohn's confidence.
Then he went straight to bed, for the hardiest detectives must sleep, and he had a full day's work before him when next the sun rose over New York. He summed up Meiklejohn's action correctly. The Senator did not communicate with Mulberry Street during the night, so Clancy was an early visitor at his apartment. "The Senator is ill and can see no one," said the valet.
Clancy, I am tortured. Why have you brought me here?" "To stop you from playing Meiklejohn's game. I hear that you camp outside his apartment-house. You and I are going back to New York this very day, and the Bureau will soon find your Winifred. By the way, how did you happen onto the Senator's connection with the affair?" Taking hope, Carshaw told his story.
For instance, did you call on Rachel Craik after leaving Eighty-sixth Street?" Meiklejohn's jaws closed like a steel trap. He almost lost his temper. "No," he said, seemingly conquering the desire to blaze into anger at this gadfly of a detective. "Sure?" "I said 'no. That is not 'yes. I was so overcome by Tower's miserable fate that I dismissed my car and walked home.
He said if I didn't announce him he " "What name?" interrupted Meiklejohn. "Name of Voles, sir." "Voles?" "Yes, sir, but he says you'll recognize him better by the initials R. V. V." Men of Meiklejohn's physique big, fleshy, with the stamp of success on them are rare subjects for nervous attacks.
Mrs. Marchbanks, a ward of Meiklejohn's father, died in childbirth as the result of shock when she heard of her husband's death, and inquiry showed that all her money had been swallowed up in loans to her husband for Stock Exchange speculation. Mrs Marchbanks was a noted beauty, and her fortune was estimated at nearly half a million dollars.
Clancy listened while they breakfasted. Then he unfolded a record of local events. "The Bureau has known for some time that Senator Meiklejohn's past offered some rather remarkable problems," he said, dropping his bantering air and speaking seriously. "We have never ceased making guarded inquiries. I am here now for that very purpose.
"Ah, that's modest that's the way real genius speaks. Sorry I can't sample your brew to-day. So few Englishmen know the first thing about coffee." "Nice, friendly little chap," was Phillips's opinion of the detective. Senator Meiklejohn's description of the same person was widely different. When Clancy went out, he, too, rose and stretched his stiff limbs.
Meiklejohn's whereabouts, but it is most important he should not be troubled." "Helen, you used to like Rex more than a little. With an effort, I can save him still." "But he may suspect you, have you watched, your movements tracked." Mrs. Carshaw laughed. "My dear, he is far too much taken up with his Winifred." "Has he found her, then?" "Does he not see her daily?" Here were cross purposes. Mrs.
"I have no proof, but absolutely no doubt," he continued, "that this woman is now known as Rachel Craik. She fell into Ralph Meiklejohn's clutches then, and has remained his slave ever since. Two years later there was a terrific sensation here. A man named Marchbanks was found lying dead in a lakeside quarry, having fallen or been thrown into it. This quarry was situated near the Meiklejohn house.
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