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Updated: June 19, 2025
Capella had left Liverpool Street half an hour ago for Beechcroft, and in the same train travelled Ooma. "Are you sure of this?" demanded Brett, excitedly springing from his chair. "Quite certain, sir. Mr. Winter's mate followed him to the station, and told me who the Japanese was. Besides, no one could mistake him who had ever seen either of these two gentlemen." He indicated Robert and David.
Being the central figure in the affair, he was compelled to remain at Beechcroft until Capella and Ooma were interred, and the coroner's jury, at a deferred inquest, had recorded their verdict that the wretched Japanese descendant of the Scottish Jacobite was not only doubly a murderer, but guilty of the heinous crime of felo de se.
We have no time to lose, and we must get to Beechcroft with the utmost speed." Winter and he entered the same hansom. "Why are you so anxious to prevent Capella and Ooma meeting, sir?" asked the detective, as their vehicle sped along Victoria Street. "I do not care whether they meet or not," was the emphatic reply.
He wrote a telegram to Hume: "Where is Fergusson? I want to see him." "What has Fergusson got to do with the business?" asked the detective. "Probably nothing. But he is the oldest available repository of the family secrets. His master has told him to be explicit with me. By questioning him, I may solve the riddle presented by Mr. Ooma. Does the name suggest nothing to you, Winter?"
One would have thought his vengeance would be directed against Brett, whom he must have credited by this time with his capture. No; he singled out a Hume-Frazer for his last attack. The instrument struck a button on Robert's coat and fell to the floor, where it lay twisted out of shape by the force of the impact. It was a hypodermic syringe. Again Ooma uttered that weird cry.
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