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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Ever hear the voice?" "No." "What do you think of her?" "Good to look at, truthful, sincere." "And her story?" "Simple statement of fact, I take it." "Hum!" said Ranleigh. "Which means?" Harleston asked. "Nothing at present; may be nothing at any time. I never believe a story till its truth is established and then I'm still in a receptive state of mind. However, it does seem true, and Mrs.
Ranleigh asked, pushing back the instrument. Harleston shook his head in negation. "I thought it might be your Lady of Peacock Alley, for it's about the cab matter. She says that she has something to tell me regarding a mysterious cab on Eighteenth Street last night sometime about one o'clock." "There are quite too many women in this affair," Harleston commented.
Major Ranleigh inquired. "Will ten o'clock do?" "Yes." "I'll be there," said Harleston. At ten o'clock Harleston walked into Ranleigh's office. "I just wish to ask," said the Major, "if you want us to pick up the man who met Mrs. Spencer this afternoon. It's against your orders, I know, but this chap can be arrested without resulting complications, I think. He's an American." "Who is he?"
'My compliments to Mr. Harleston when he returns, said Crenshaw, as he went out." "Describe the other man!" said Ranleigh. "Medium sized, slender, dark hair and eyes, good features, looked like a gentleman, wore a blue sack-suit, black silk tie, and stiff straw hat." "It's Sparrow," Harleston remarked. "Did they take anything with them?" "Nothing whatever that I saw, sir."
Something will be done at the French Embassy tonight, I imagine. Finally, at nine o'clock, Marston went to Carpenter's residence and was admitted. He came out fifteen minutes later, and returned to the Chateau. I assume that Carpenter will tell you of this errand." Harleston nodded. "What shall be done as to Snodgrass also as to Mrs. Spencer and one o'clock tomorrow?" Ranleigh asked.
"About what time was it when the cab stopped before the house?" he asked. "About one o'clock, as near as I can judge," she answered. "What was the interval between the driver's going into the house and the man in evening clothes coming out?" "Scarcely any interval not more than a minute." "Do you know how long a minute is?" said Ranleigh, drawing out his watch. "Not exactly!" she admitted.
He will be fortunate if his want of precaution doesn't cost him his job." "No, no!" Harleston objected. "Whiteside has been punished. I intercede for him. Let him continue in his job, please." "Very good, sir," Ranleigh acquiesced. "But he'll be informed that he owes his retention entirely to you."
"Carpenter to explain a Marston proposition," Harleston remarked, pushing back the instrument. "They are muddying the water all around," Ranleigh commented. "So I imagine they are about to make a get-away with the goods." "Try to, Ranleigh, try to," Harleston amended. "They won't make a get-away so long as we have Madame Spencer in our midst.
Meanwhile you might have the cabby look at the fellow in durance at the Collingwood. Possibly he has seen him before; which may give us a lead if we find we want a lead." The telephone buzzed; Ranleigh answered it then raised his hand to Harleston to remain. After a moment, he motioned for Harleston to come closer and held the receiver so that both could hear.
"I can see you at three o'clock," Ranleigh said. "Three o'clock will be very nice," came a feminine voice soft, with a bit of a drawl. "Very well," Ranleigh replied. "If you will give me your name I missed it. Whom am I to expect at three?" "Mrs. Winton, of the Burlingame apartments. I'll be punctual and thank you so much. Good-bye!" "Anything familiar about the voice?"
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