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Myerst. "He appeared to be greatly relieved when he found that it was impossible for anyone but himself to take his property from his safe." "Ah!" said Rathbury, winking at Spargo. "So he would, no doubt. And Marbury himself, sir, now? How did he strike you?" Mr. Myerst gravely considered this question. "Mr. Marbury struck me," he answered at last, "as a man who had probably seen strange places.
The official had returned with a dapper-looking gentleman in a frock-coat and silk hat, bearing upon him the unmistakable stamp of the city man, who inspected Rathbury with deliberation and Spargo with a glance, and being seated turned to the detective as undoubtedly the person he desired to converse with. "I understand that you are the officer in charge of the Marbury murder case," he observed.
"Very well," he said. "We've made the enquiry. Rathbury, take the box away with you and lock it up at the Yard." So Spargo went out with Rathbury and the box; and saw excellent, if mystifying, material for the article which had already become the daily feature of his paper.
"Feels like two cards a large and a small one. And the small one's harder than the other. Better cut that lining out, Rathbury." "That," remarked Rathbury, producing a pen-knife, "is just what I'm going to do. We'll cut along this seam."
Anything more in contrast with the modern ideas of a hotel it would have been difficult to find in London, and Ronald Breton said so as he and the others crossed the pavement. "And yet a good many people used to favour this place on their way to and from Southampton in the old days," remarked Rathbury.
He picked up the silver ticket again and turned it over and over. "Look here, Rathbury," he said. "Let me take this silver thing. I know where I can find out what it is. At least, I think I do. "All right," agreed the detective, "but take the greatest care of it, and don't tell a soul that we found it in this box, you know. No connection with the Marbury case, Spargo, remember."
Never set eyes on him in my life, that I know of." Rathbury replaced the cloth. "I didn't suppose you would," he remarked. "Well, I expect we must go on the usual lines. Somebody'll identify him." "You say he was murdered?" said Breton. "Is that certain?" Rathbury jerked his thumb at the corpse. "The back of his skull is smashed in," he said laconically.
"We want a bit of information," answered Rathbury, almost with indifference. "Did anybody of the name of Marbury put up here yesterday elderly man, grey hair, fresh complexion?" Mrs. Walters started, glancing at her husband. "There!" she exclaimed. "I knew some enquiry would be made. Yes a Mr. Marbury took a room here yesterday morning, just after the noon train got in from Southampton.
"Much obliged to you, sir," said Rathbury, with a glance at Spargo. "Whom have I the pleasure of " "My name," replied the visitor, drawing out and laying down a card, "is Myerst Mr. E.P. Myerst, Secretary of the London and Universal Safe Deposit Company. I may, I suppose, speak with confidence," continued Mr. Myerst, with a side-glance at Spargo. "My information is confidential."
"All stories are quite plain when they come out," observed Spargo. "And he kept silence now, I suppose, because he didn't want his daughters to know about his past?" "Just so," agreed Rathbury. "And I don't know that I blame him. He thought, of course, that he'd go scot-free over this Marbury affair. But he made his mistake in the initial stages, my boy oh, yes!"
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