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Merriman's old friend; and in the next place, because she possessed, as Lucy expressed it, the invaluable gift of common-sense.
Almost exactly fifteen hours before Merriman's call at Scotland Yard, to wit, about eight o'clock on the previous evening, Inspector Willis of the Criminal Investigation Department was smoking in the sitting-room of his tiny house in Brixton.
In Merriman's case these consisted in throwing up his work at the office and taking the first train to EASTBOURNE. At five o'clock he was asking for Miss Coburn at Mrs. Luttrell's door. "Dear Madeleine," he said, when he had told her his news, "you must not begin to expect things. It may mean nothing at all. Don't build on it." But soon he had made her as much excited as he was himself.
Merriman's quiet, confident manner, with its apparent absence of bluff or threat, had had its effect on him. He was evidently thoroughly frightened, and seemed to think it no longer worth while to plead ignorance. As Merriman had hoped and intended, he appeared to conclude that conciliation would be his best chance.
"I've a good notion," said Brett, "to get out my pigeon gun, take the club launch, board the Sappho about midnight, hold the gun to old Merriman's head, and make him promise to save the country; or else make him put to sea, and keep him there. If he were kidnapped and couldn't unload any more securities, the market would pull up by itself."
A horrid suspicion flashed through Desmond's mind. He remembered the scar on Mr. Merriman's brow, and that it was a scarcely healed wound when he met him with Clive on that unfortunate occasion in Billiter Street. "Surely, ma'am, you don't mean the highwayman?" "Indeed I do. That is just it. Your highwayman was Mr. Merriman. Fancy the hurt to his feelings, to say nothing of his good looks.
Callender took his hand from his forehead. He had remembered. "Young gentlemen," he said, "that yacht of Merriman's has been reminding me every afternoon for a month of something, and I've just thought what.
By Miss Merriman's description of the view which the window gave upon she recognized the creamy brick building of the Children's Hospital, snuggled like a gentle sister by the side of the impressive marble walls of its big brother, the Harvard Medical School, and, as the light grew and gave definition to its outlines, she felt as though it were actually drawing nearer to her.
'Think of riding together down the lanes why, the dog-roses must be all out in flower, and the honeysuckles, and the hay how I should like to see Merriman's farm again! Papa, do let me have one ride with you! Please do. I am sure we can manage it somehow. And 'somehow' it was managed.
The solution of the murder problem would be gratifying enough but it was a mere nothing compared to the other. If he could search out and bring to naught such a conspiracy as Merriman's story indicated, he would be a made man.
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