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Updated: June 6, 2025
My own clothes had been returned to me, but before I assumed them I saw that every mark of identity had been purposely removed. Even the trousers buttons which had borne the name of my tailor, a reputable firm in New Bond Street had been substituted. But by whom? On the following afternoon I arrived in London and drove straight to Rivermead Mansions.
I still held that five thousand pounds bribe intact. The accursed notes were at the flat at Rivermead Mansions. My position was now untenable. When that night I retired to my room I realized that the situation was hopeless. How could I support any charge against a man who, being a millionaire, could purchase manufactured evidence as is done every day just as easily as he could purchase a cigar?
Hitherto I had been quick, alert, and full of the enjoyment of living. At Rivermead Mansions Harry Hambledon and I had prided ourselves on our post-war alertness. Where was Harry? What was he doing? Would he be wondering why I was absent from our riparian bachelor home? I was reflecting upon all this when suddenly, without any apparent cause, I once more lost consciousness.
"I wondered what had become of you. I called at Rivermead Mansions three days ago, but I could get no reply when I rang at your flat. The porter said that both you and your friend were out, and he had no idea when you would return. I go back to Paris to-morrow." "Shall you fly across this time?" I asked. "No. I go by train.
In the moment that intervened between his question and her reply her decision was made. "You shall have my answer to-night," she said. He turned from her without a word, and a little wonder quivered through her as to the meaning of his silence. She was glad when they reached Rivermead and she could take refuge in her own room.
An hour later I was back at Rivermead Mansions, where Harry, for whom I had left a note, was awaiting me.
I recollected those crisp Bank of England notes which still reposed in a drawer at Rivermead Mansions the bribe I had so foolishly accepted to become his accomplice in that mysterious crime. Gabrielle Engledue! Who was the girl whose body, because of my false certificate, had been reduced to ashes in order to destroy all evidence of foul play? Who was she and what was the motive?
I stood there upon ground that was historic, and as I gazed around upon that sylvan scene, I wondered what would be the result of our long journey from Rivermead Mansions.
Half an hour after I had stepped from the train, I was back again in my cosy little flat in Rivermead Mansions, after a very strenuous day. On the hall table lay a letter from my solicitors. I tore it open eagerly and read that they regretted to inform me that certain investments I had made a year before, with the money which my aunt had left me, had not realized my expectations.
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