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Updated: May 19, 2025
"Let us take it that this patch of charred grass hides something, or marks the way to something, something buried underneath it, or lying near by. Eh what's that?" "That" was a cat-call ringing out across the misty silences from the direction in which Dollops and Petrie had gone. "They've found something!" cried out Mr. Narkom, in a hoarse whisper of excitement. "Obviously.
"Will I? Won't I!" said Narkom, springing forward and gripping his hand. "Jove! what a detective you will make. Bully boy! Bully boy!" "It's a compact, then?" "It's a compact Cleek." "Thank you," he said in a choked voice. "You've given me my chance; now watch me live up to it. The Vanishing Cracksman has vanished forever, Mr.
"I tell you that Scotland Yard must do something must! must! must!" stormed he as Narkom, resenting that stigma upon the institution, puckered up his lips and looked savage.
"Letter come for you, too, sir, whilst you was out. Envellup wrote in a lady's hand, and directed to 'Captain Burbage. Took it up and laid it on your table, sir." "All right," said Cleek, and resumed his journey up the stairs, passing a moment later into his private room and the presence of Maverick Narkom.
Narkom," said Cleek as he tossed aside his hat and threw the fag-end of his cigarette through the open window. "You merely said 'tea-time, not any particular hour; and I improved the opportunity to take another spin up the river and to talk like a Dutch uncle to a certain young man whom I shall introduce to your notice in due time. It isn't often that duty calls me to a little Eden like this.
Rum, my turning up just after Miss Lorne had written you and at a time when we both are needed, wasn't it?" "Very," said Cleek, pulling out a cigarette and stretching himself full length upon the ground. "Would as soon have expected to run foul of a specimen of the Great Auk endeavouring to rear a family in the neighbourhood of Trafalgar Square. Well, what's it now, Mr. Narkom?
Dol Oh, there you are at last, eh? Pack my portmanteau. Best clothes, best boots, best everything I've got, and look sharp about it. I'm off to Devonshire by the 1.56." And, do all that he might, Narkom could not persuade him to alter his determination.
I've been on his heels ever since he snapped at that conveniently placed taxi after he left Miss Morrison and her father." "You haven't brought them with you, I hope, Mr. Narkom? I wouldn't have that poor girl face the ordeal of what's to be revealed here to-night for words." "No, I've not.
"All of which shows, my dear Cleek," put in Narkom significantly, "that, whatever hand is directing these attempts, it belongs to one who knows more than a mere outsider possibly could. In short, to one who is aware of the little boy's excessive fondness for sugared violets, and is aware that Lady Chepstow once did have a maid named Jane Catherboys."
Narkom, I'm here, and I'll face every charge they can bring against me." "Pardon me, your Grace, but I'm not here for the purpose of apprehending anybody," replied Narkom suavely. "My errand is of a totally different sort, I assure you. Captain Glossop, allow me to make you acquainted with a great friend of mine, Mr. George Headland. Mr.
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