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Copplestone has traced him here, to Scarhaven he was here yesterday, lunching at the inn but he can't get any further news. Did you see anything, or hear anything of him?" Marston Greyle, who had been inspecting the stranger narrowly in the fading light, shook his head. "Bassett Oliver, the actor," he said. "Oh, yes, I saw his name on the bills in Norcaster the other day.
"I shan't let them get out of my sight, any way, after what you've told me, for I expect you're right in your conclusions. What is it?" he asked, as one of the two men who followed behind called him. The man pointed down the Market Place to the doors of the police-station. "Two cars just pulled up there, sir," he said. "Came round the corner just now from the Norcaster road."
Copplestone had been right in surmising that Sir Cresswell Oliver had bestirred himself to find him and his companions. They were presently shown his message. They were to get to Norcaster as quickly as possible, and to wire their whereabouts as soon as they were found.
"Then, sir," replied Christopher, "the thing is to devise a plan by which you can be conveyed to Norcaster without suspicion. That'll have to be arranged between me and my aunt hence our risks on your behalf." "Your aunt said she'd a plan," remarked Mallalieu. "Not quite matured, sir," said Christopher. "It needs a little reflection and trimming, as it were. Now what I advise, Mr.
He lingered a few minutes, chatting to his hostess about old times as he sipped the old Squire's famous port; then he went off to the little station, joined Stafford and his fellow actors and actresses, and returned with them to Norcaster. And at Norcaster Mr.
The police wanted to send for his solicitor from Norcaster; Mallalieu bade them mind their own business. He turned a deaf ear to the superintendent's entreaties to him to see some friend; let him mind his own business too, said Mallalieu. He himself would do nothing until he saw the need to do something. Let him hear what could be brought against him time enough to speak and act then.
And there, in the open air, and with all those staring eyes upon him, he unconsciously indulged in a characteristic action. He had caused his best clothes to be sent to him at Norcaster Gaol the previous night, and he had appeared in them in the dock.
You may say it would take Harborough an hour to get from here to Norcaster, and an hour to return, and that would account for his whereabouts between nine and ten last night, and between five and six this morning. That wouldn't do because, according to the evidence, Kitely left his house just before nine o'clock, and he may have been killed immediately.
Don't be a fool! it'll be known all over the town by now! Come with me and I'll put you where all the police in the county can't find you. But of course, do as you like only, I'm warning you. You haven't a cat's chance if you set foot on that moor. Lord bless you, man! don't they know that there's only two places you could make for Norcaster and Hexendale?
'Twasn't no good going to Hobkin's Hole again now that them chaps knew I was in the neighbourhood they'd soon ha' smoked me out o' there. Once I thought of making for Norcaster here, and going into hiding down by the docks I've one or two harbours o' refuge there. But I had reasons for wishing to stop in my own country for a bit at any rate.
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