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As soon as he knew for certain that Powell was dead and that the money was coming to Daisy, he came down to Rickwell on the errand of serving the summons, and then had lured the girl outside of the church to kill her. But for Anne following him, he would have disappeared into the night and no one would have been the wiser. But the appearance of his daughter in the library upset his plans.
"Are you sure?" said Steel, and Giles fancied he saw a smile play round his rather full lips. "Yes, sir. Mr. Morley on the evening he went away called at the Priory and had a quarrel with Mr. Franklin, sir. They came to blows, sir, and Mr. Franklin's leg is broken." "Then he has not left Rickwell?" "No, sir. He's laid up with the broken leg and his daughter is nursing him.
He did not intend to tell him about Anne, thinking that the detective might arrest her if he knew of her whereabouts. But he desired to know if Steel had discovered anything in connection with the Scarlet Cross. Also, since Steel knew Olga so well, he might be able to explain why she had come down with her mother to Rickwell, and why the elder Princess had called on Franklin.
"Nearly always. I like to know what's going on. Mr. Wilson said I should make myself acquainted with everything." "I'm sure he did," muttered Steel ironically. "Did you read any letter saying that Miss Kent had inherited a fortune? Miss Daisy Kent, who lived with Mr. Morley at Rickwell?" Alexander thought for a moment. "Yes, I did. It was a letter to some lawyers in Sydney." "Did you tell Mr.
Denham, who calls himself by my husband's name pretends to be Anne's father, was the man who went down to Rickwell." "The man whom Anne helped to escape." "Yes. Under the belief that he is her father, poor child." "Then there is no Walter Franklin. He is a myth?" The Princess nodded. "Invented to throw you off the scent." "And Denham, who calls himself George Franklin, really killed Daisy?"
She was beginning to show signs of fatigue again, but still kept on with her explanation in the most plucky manner. "Dane came. He is a handsome young fellow and was well dressed. I led him on to talk about Anne. He told me more than he should have done." "Told you what?" "That Denham had come in for money and was living at Rickwell.
Do you know where she is?" Giles shook his head. He was not going to betray Anne to her enemy, as Steel in his detective capacity assuredly was. "I wish I did," he said. "I have been at Rickwell trying to find out things. I'll tell you of my discoveries later. Meantime " "You want to hear about mine," cried the detective eagerly and full of his subject. "Well, the murder can wait.
It was one of them called Scott who told me of Dane's coming on the motor-bicycle to Rickwell. But later on you shall hear all. Let me round off the case by arresting Denham." Here Steel scratched his head and smiled ruefully. "But I fear the case will not be finished till Morley is caught, and where am I to look for him? I wish I had had him watched. He has been too clever for me.
"It is a a lie!" screamed Louis Vorlange, but his looks belied him. "It is the truth, gentlemen, he is the man who once sported under the name of Captain Mull. But that is not all." "What else, Pawnee?" "Some years ago a man by the name of Andrew Rickwell was murdered in the Last Chance hotel at Creede. At that time Creede was but a small place and Captain Mull ran the hotel.
"Where was this crime committed?" "In Creede, Colorado at the time the camp was started." "Who was killed?" "A miner named Rickwell. He was once a partner of a man named Burch, of whom you have no doubt heard ere this." "Yes, Burch left us the property you know all about, since you stole the deeds to it.
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