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"What's to be done?" asked Neale. The tinker slowly coiled up his ropes, and laid them in order by the crowbar. "There's only one thing to be done," he answered, after a reflective pause. "We shall have to get him up. That'll be a job! Do you and the young lady go back to Scarnham, and tell Polke what we've found, and let him come out here with a man or two.
As the Scarnham clocks were striking twelve that morning, Gabriel and Joseph Chestermarke looked up from their desks to see Shirley's eyes, large with excitement, gazing at them from the threshold of their private parlour. "Well?" demanded the senior partner. The clerk moved nearer to his principal's desk. "Mr.
"I telephoned Polke to keep an eye on him, anyway, if he did arrive at either Scarnham or the Warren," answered Starmidge, still grimly determined. "And it's my impression that he has come down to see that nephew of his. Easleby! they're both in at it. Both!" Again the elder detective made no answer.
"Let Polke and his men have their way, my lord," replied Gabriel, with a wave of his hand. "My impression of police methods is that those who follow them can only follow that particular path. We are not looking for Horbury here. He's elsewhere." "So, by this time, are your lordship's jewels," added Joseph significantly. "They, one may be sure, are not going to be found in or about Scarnham."
Stipp's face showed a little surprise at this announcement, and he glanced from one man to the other as if he were puzzled. "Oh!" he said. "Dear me! Why what has Mrs. Lester called you in for?" Easleby, who had brought another marked newspaper with him, laid it on the manager's desk. "You've no doubt read of this Scarnham affair, Mr. Stipp?" he asked, pointing to his own blue pencillings.
"I nudged Hollis's arm, and we turned back with Joseph towards Scarnham, crossing the Hollow in another direction, by a track which leads straight from a point exactly opposite the Warren to the foot of Scarnham Bridge, near the wall of Joseph Chestermarke's house. It is not a very long way half an hour's sharp walk.
"'An important witness gave evidence this afternoon at the adjourned inquest held at Scarnham on the body of Mr. Frederick Hollis, solicitor, of London, who was recently found lying dead at the bottom of one of the old lead-mines in Ellersdeane Hollow. It will be remembered that the circumstances of this discovery already familiar to our readers allied with the mysterious disappearance of Mr.
He led the way through the thick gorse and heather until he came to a narrow track which wound across the moor in the direction of the town. There he paused, pointing towards Ellersdeane on the one hand, towards Scarnham on the other. "You see this track, mister?" he said. "You'll notice that it goes to Ellersdeane village that way, and to Scarnham this.
I've had a dozen ideas but they're a bit mixed at present. Have you after what we've found out?" "What sort of banking business is it the Chestermarkes carry on down there at Scarnham?" asked Easleby. "I suppose you'd get a general idea." "Usual thing in a small country town," replied Starmidge. "Highly respectable, county family business, I should say, from what I saw and heard."
John Horbury, the manager of Chestermarke's Bank at Scarnham, pointed out to him when he left school, he needed more than three pounds a week if he wished to live comfortably and like a gentleman. Still, a hundred and fifty a year of sure and settled income was a fine thing, an uncommonly fine thing all that was necessary was to supplement it.
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