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Updated: June 11, 2025
"And of course you issue these tickets on their paper I've seen 'em before. You fill up particulars on a form and a counterfoil, don't you? And you send a copy of those particulars to the Royal Atlantic offices at Liverpool?" Murgatroyd nodded silently this was much more than he bargained for, and he did not know how much further it was going. And Prydale gave him a sudden searching look.
"Pratt is there! and something extraordinary is going on: the butler wants the police. We're off at once there's Prydale in a motor, waiting for me. Will you follow?" He darted away again, and Eldrick looking round for a car, suddenly recognized the Mallathorpe livery. "Great Scott!" he said. "There's Miss Mallathorpe just driving in. Better tell her!"
"Can you show us the counterfoil in this instance?" he asked. Murgatroyd flushed. But he managed to get out a fairly quick reply. "No, I can't," he answered, "I sent that book back at the end of the year." "Oh, well they'll have it at Liverpool," observed Prydale. "We can get at it there. Of course, they'll have your record of the entire transaction.
He must see Murgatroyd again at once. Half-way along Peel Row, Pratt stopped, suddenly and with sudden fear. Out of a side street emerged a man, a quiet ordinary-looking man whom he knew very well indeed Detective-Sergeant Prydale. He was accompanied by a smart-looking, much younger man, whom Pratt remembered to have seen in Beck Street that afternoon a stranger to him and to Barford.
But I confess I'm a bit doubtful and anxious now, on that score. Because, when Prydale and I got down from Whitcliffe half an hour ago where the body's now lying, at the Green Man, awaiting the inquest we found Murgatroyd hanging about the police station. He'd come to make a clean breast of it about Pratt.
He'd be down on their passenger list under the name of Parsons, I think, Mr. Murgatroyd?" "He gave me that name," said Murgatroyd. Prydale gave Byner a look and both rose. "I think that's about all," said the detective. "Of course, our next inquiry will be at Liverpool -at the Royal Atlantic. Thank you, Mr. Murgatroyd much obliged."
A moment later, he and Collingwood had joined Nesta in her carriage, and the horses' heads were turned in the direction towards which Byner and Prydale were already hastening. Esther Mawson, leaving Pratt to enjoy his sherry and sandwiches at his leisure, went away through the house, out into the gardens, and across the shrubbery to the stables.
"And and will the police give me now what they found on that woman?" she whispered. "I have no doubt they will," replied Eldrick. "It's yours." Mrs. Mallathorpe drew a sigh of relief. She looked at the solicitor steadily for a moment then without another word she turned and went away to find Prydale. Eldrick turned to Nesta.
But just then Prydale came in, shaking his head. "I'm afraid he's off!" he announced. "I'd a man watching for him outside his lodgings from an early hour this morning, but he never came out, and finally my man made an excuse and asked for him there, and then he heard that he'd never been home last night. And his office is closed." "What steps are you taking?" asked Byner.
Prydale looked at Byner and at his fellow-detectives. Then he turned to the butler. "Come on!" he said brusquely. "Take us there at once!" He glanced at Eldrick. "I'm beginning to see through it, Mr. Eldrick!" he whispered. "This maid's caught Pratt for us. Let's hope he's still "
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