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"To say nothing of leaving Van Nant to rub along as best he could without any assistance from Carboys," commented Cleek. "I think I can guess a portion of what resulted, Mr. Narkom. Van Nant did not, of course, in these circumstances have any tender regard for Miss Morrison." "No, he did not.
"Has anybody else entered or attempted to enter the house?" "Not a soul," replied Miss Lorne. "I didn't trust anybody to do the watching, Mr. Narkom. I watched myself." "Good. Where are the jewels? In that safe?" "No," replied Sir Horace.
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 worlds." "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 his little lordship's excessive fondness for sugared violets, and is aware that Lady Chepstow once did have a maid named Jane Catherboys."
The French have a proverb which says: "It is always the unexpected that happens." And it was the unexpected that happened in this case. In the midst of his dejection, in the very depths of returning despair, there came to him this note from Mr. Narkom: "My Dear Cleek, "Kindly refrain from going out this evening.
"Without Good Heaven! My dear Cleek, you were serious, then? You meant it? You you really believe that suspicion points to Sir Gilbert Morford?" "Not any more than it points to Sir Gilbert Morford's grandson, Mr. Narkom." "Good Lord! To him? To that boy?
Narkom blushed exceedingly, and the ice was broken as Cleek had intended it should be. They adjourned to the smoking-room, where a huge log-fire burnt in the grate, and easy chairs invited.
Narkom made his appearance. But, contrary to the expectations of the three occupants of the little drawing-room, he was quite alone. "So sorry I couldn't come earlier," he said, as he came in, looking and acting like the bearer of great good news; "but you will appreciate the delay when I tell you what caused it. What's that, Mr. Van Nant? Headland? No, he's not with me.
"There is a way to put such craft and cunning to account; a way to fight the devil with his own weapons and crush him under the weight of his own gifts, and that way I'll take! "Mr. Narkom" he whirled and walked toward the superintendent, his hand outstretched, his eager face aglow "Mr. Narkom, help me! Take me under your wing. Give me a start, give me a chance, give me a lift on the way up!"
"And so you have absolutely nothing to go by. Poor Mr. Narkom! The path of Law and Justice is by no means an easy one to tread, is it? Of course you can count upon me to help you in every way. That goes without saying. But I can't help thinking that this news from the War Office with regard to English gold in Belgium has something to do with these bank robberies, my friend.
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