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Updated: June 23, 2025
You say it is barred that is true, but a very thin person could slip between those bars. A woman " "Impossible," said Tarling shortly. "The bars have been very carefully measured, and nothing bigger than a rabbit could get through. And you have no idea who carried the body away?" "None whatever," replied Milburgh firmly.
She rose and walked to the fireplace, her elbows on the mantelpiece, and her head back. "I'll tell you all I can. Perhaps you're right," she said. "There has been too much mystery. You asked me once who was Milburgh." She turned and half-faced him. "I won't ask you that question any more," he said quietly, "I know!" "You know?" "Yes, Milburgh is your mother's second husband." Her eyes opened.
"But he has more gall than I gave him credit for. I would certainly prefer to believe your Chink than I would believe Milburgh. And, by the way, your young lady has slipped the shadow." "What are you talking about?" asked Tarling in surprise. "I am referring to your Miss Odette Rider and why on earth a grown-up police officer with your experience should blush, I can't imagine."
"It's quite possible," said Tarling coolly, "and even probable. Now, I'm going to be very straightforward with you, Mr. Milburgh. I suspect you know a great deal more about this murder than you have told us, and that you had ever so much more reason for wishing Mr. Lyne was dead than you are prepared to admit at this moment. Wait," he said, as the other opened his mouth to speak.
It came in a flash to Tarling that the man who had thrown the bottle of vitriol at him, who had said he had kept it for years was Sam Stay. Stay, with his scheme for blasting the woman who, he believed, had humiliated his beloved patron. And now for Milburgh, the last link in the chain.
"I will make an inquiry at the Stores, but I don't suppose he will be there either." This surmise proved to be correct. Nobody at Lyne's Store had seen the manager or received word as to his whereabouts. Milburgh had disappeared as though the ground had opened and swallowed him. No time was lost by Scotland Yard in communicating particulars of the wanted man to every police station in England.
He put his hand inside his blouse and Milburgh watched him fascinated, but he produced nothing more deadly than a silver cigarette-case, which he opened. He selected a cigarette and lit it, and for a few minutes puffed in silence, his thoughtful eyes fixed upon Milburgh. Then he rose and went to the cupboard and took out a larger bottle and placed it beside the other.
"My bluff!" said Tarling, in his turn astonished. "What do you mean by bluff?" "I am referring to the warrant which you suggest has been issued for my arrest," said Milburgh. "That's no bluff." It was Whiteside who spoke, and he produced from his pocket a folded sheet of paper, which he opened and displayed under the eyes of the man.
Lyne had lashed himself again into the old fury, and if his vitriolic tongue was directed at Milburgh, his thoughts were centred upon that proud and scornful face which had looked down upon him in his office.
"You've heard him talk about me. Sam Stay why, I worked for two days in your Stores, I did. And you you've only got what he's given you. Every penny you earned he gave you, did Mr. Lyne. He was a friend to everybody to the poor, even to a hook like me." His eyes filled with tears and Mr. Milburgh looked round to see if he was being observed.
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