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However, I'm pinning my faith to you and hoping for the best; Jimmy-the-Snake is cruising whether and whence and wherefore." "Also besides and among!" Harleston laughed. "Seriously, I mean it about The Snake," Ranleigh repeated; "and you'd better have this with you also," taking a small automatic from a drawer of his desk and handing it across.
"Ask her to call me at the Collingwood the moment she comes in," said Harleston. Then he got Ranleigh and told him of the Spencer episode and of Mrs. Clephane's disappearance. "You would better put Mrs. Clephane under lock and key or else stay with her and keep her from rash adventures," Ranleigh commented. "I quite agree with you," said Harleston. "Meanwhile I might inquire where was Mrs.
"I should say that you wouldn't be normal if you didn't notice and comment, too," Ranleigh declared. "And the Department is much indebted to you for the information, and it appreciates the spirit that moves you in the matter." Mrs. Winton arose to go the Superintendent accompanied her into the hall, rang the bell for the elevator, and bowed her into it.
Harleston took a taxi to the Collingwood, arriving just as Ranleigh came up, and the two men went in together. Whiteside was there; gagged and bound to the same chair that had held Crenshaw. The rooms were in confusion. Everything had been gone through; clothes were scattered over the floor, papers were strewn about, drawers stood open. They released Whiteside, and presently he was able to talk.
"This is Ranleigh," came the voice. "We've searched the man, also the cab, and found nothing beyond some innocent personal correspondence. We've retained the correspondence and let the man go." "That, I suppose," Mrs. Spencer remarked as Harleston hung up the receiver, "was to say that Mr. Snodgrass and the cab have been thoroughly searched and nothing suspicious found."
"Won't affect you?" the other retorted. "Maybe it won't and maybe it will!" "We shall try it," Harleston remarked, and picked up the telephone. Crenshaw watched him with a snarling sneer on his lips. Harleston gave the private number of the police superintendent. He himself answered. "Major Ranleigh, this is Harleston. I'd like to have a man report to me at the Collingwood at once.
Judge Ballard, where he would talk of hunting in the shires, of the royal enclosure at Ascot, of Hurlingham and Ranleigh, of Cowes in June, of the excellence of the converts at Chaynes-Wotten. No doubt it was a sort of madness now seized me, consequent upon the lack of shaving utensils. I wondered desperately if there was a true place for me in this life.
"I saw no one but the servants though I didn't look quite all the time," she added with a smile. "I'm not unduly curious, I think, Major Ranleigh, under the, to me, unusual circumstances; and in mitigation of my curiosity, I've told no one of the matter." "You're a woman of rare discretion, Mrs. Winton," the Superintendent replied. "I fear I'm a busy-body," she returned.
"The Superintendent," he said to the sergeant on duty in the outer office. "The Chief has gone home, Mr. Harleston," was the answer. "Home?" "Yes, sir, two hours ago; he'll not be back tonight." "Get him on the telephone," Harleston directed. "Yes, sir, Mr. Harleston.... Here he is, sir you can use the 'phone in the private office." "Hello! Is that you, Ranleigh? Yes, I recognized the voice.
"However, the Burlingame is almost directly across the street from where I found the cab, so her story will be interesting if it's not a plant." "And it may be even more interesting if it is a plant," Ranleigh added. "If you will come in a bit before three, I'll put you where you can see and hear everything that takes place." "I'll do it!" said Harleston.
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