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Accordingly he put himself up at a cheap hotel, and when he had taken what its proprietors called a meat tea, he strolled out and made for that part of the town in which his friend Myler had set up housekeeping in a small establishment wherein there was just room for a couple of people to turn round.
Wilchester was four hundred miles away, far off in the south; ninety-nine out of every hundred persons in Highmarket had never heard the name of Wilchester. But Stoner had quite apart from the history books, and the geography books, and map of England. Stoner himself was a Darlington man. He had a close friend, a bosom friend, at Darlington, named Myler David Myler.
You'll be safe as houses in doing that but there'd be an awful risk about t'other, Bert. Be wise! you'll get no better counsel." Stoner knew that his sagacious friend was right, and he was prepared to abide by his counsel as long as Myler was at his elbow. But when he had got away from him, his mind began to wobble.
"And what brings you here, anyway? Business?" "Just a bit of business," answered Stoner. "Nothing much, though only a call to make, later on. I'm stopping the night, though." "Wish we could ha' put you up here, old sport!" said Myler, ruefully. "But we don't live in a castle, yet. All full here! unless you'd like a shakedown on the kitchen table, or in the wood-shed.
The police had a habit, said Myler, of working like moles underground. How did Stoner know that some of the Norcaster and London detectives weren't on the job already? They knew by that time that old Kitely was an ex-detective; they'd be sure to hark back on his past doings, in the effort to trace some connexion between one or other of them and his murder.
There was Myler, of course, and old Pursey, and the sweethearting couple: there were other witnesses, railway folks, medical experts, and townspeople who could contribute some small quota of testimony.
In fact Myler gave it as his decided opinion, though, as he explained, he wasn't a lawyer he didn't know but what Stoner, in that case, would be drawn in as an accessory after the fact. "Keep to the law, Bert, old man!" counselled Myler, as they parted. "You'll be all right then. Stick to my advice see Tallington at once this very afternoon! and put in for the five hundred.
Now David Myler was a commercial traveller a smart fellow of Stoner's age. He was in the service of a Darlington firm of agricultural implement makers, and his particular round lay in the market-towns of the south and south-west of England.
Those questions were speedily answered for Mallalieu. He kept his immovable attitude, his immobile expression, while Myler told the story of Stoner's visit to Darlington, and of the revelation which had resulted.
After Wicklow lane the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him. He stood looking in at the two puckers stripped to their pelts and putting up their props. From the sidemirrors two mourning Masters Dignam gaped silently. Myler Keogh, Dublin's pet lamb, will meet sergeantmajor Bennett, the Portobello bruiser, for a purse of fifty sovereigns.
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