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"The young lady's been here." "And has no doubt told you everything?" remarked the Earl, as he dropped into the chair which the superintendent drew forward. "Has she?" "Pretty well, my lord," replied Polke, with a chuckle. "She's not one to let much grass grow under her feet, I think." "Given you the facts, I suppose?" asked the Earl.
Polke hastily followed the policeman from the room to return immediately with a quiet-looking elderly gentleman in whom Neale and Starmidge saw a distinct likeness to the dead man. "His brother!" whispered Polke, as he handed a chair to the visitor. "So you've seen about this in the newspapers, sir?" he went on, turning to Mr. Leonard Hollis. "And you thought you'd better come over, I suppose?"
"But Mr. Joseph came to speak to her." "When?" demanded Polke. "Just after the young lady had gone. He called her out of the kitchen, and they stood talking in the passage there a bit," answered the elder woman. "Of course, Mr. Polke, we didn't hear naught but we saw 'em." "What happened after that?" asked Polke. "Naught! but that Mr.
I'll stake my reputation as a detective officer that Mr. Gabriel Chestermarke has seen that dead man before. He mayn't know him personally. He may never have spoken to him. But he knew him! He'd seen him!" "Will your conviction of that help at all?" inquired Neale. "It'll help me," replied the detective quickly. "I'm gradually getting some ideas. But I shan't tell Polke nor anybody else of it.
"Not known to me," he said, in answer to an inquiring glance from Polke. "Hollis, I suppose, of course." He went off again as suddenly as he had come and Starmidge drew Neale aside. "Mr. Neale!" he whispered, with a nearer approach to excitement than Neale had yet seen in him. "Did you see Gabriel Chestermarke's eyes? He's a liar! As sure as my name's Starmidge, he's a liar! Mr.
But Starmidge was not in the mood for saying anything more just then, and he put his questioner off, asking him, at the same time, to keep the matter of the cheque to himself. Presently Hollis went away with Neale, to whom he wished to talk, and Starmidge, after a period of what seemed to be profound thought, turned to Polke. "Superintendent!" he said earnestly.
Pellworthy and Betty and made an excuse to go out of the room after the housemaid, who had just brought in the tea for which Polke had asked. He caught her at the foot of the staircase, and treated her to one of his most ingratiating smiles. "I say!" he said, "Mr. Polke's just been telling me about what you and the cook told him about Mrs. Carswell you know.
We've made inquiries at each of the neighbouring villages without result. Have the police heard anything? I've only just come into town." "You haven't seen Polke, then?" said Betty. "Oh, well, he heard something last night." She went on to tell the Earl of the meeting with the tinker, and of Mrs. Pratt's account of the mysterious stranger, and of what Starmidge was now doing.
And Starmidge thanked them profusely and in his best manner after which he turned them politely out and locked the door. Meanwhile Polke went to the police-station and rang up the Ecclesborough police on the telephone. He gave them a full, accurate, and precise description of Mrs.
"But I've been here three years and I've never seen a rat in the place." "Nor me!" agreed the housemaid. "And it wasn't rats. I heard a door shut twice. Plain as I'm speaking to you, Mr. Polke." Polke reflected a minute and then turned away. "All right, my lasses!" he said. "Well, keep all this to yourselves. Here I'll tell you what you can do.
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