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Lester, "I heard no more or anything until I read of this Scarnham affair in the newspapers." "And now that you have read it, ma'am, and have heard what I have to tell," said Starmidge, "do you connect it in any way with Mr. Guy Lester's affair?" Mrs. Lester looked puzzled. She considered the detective's proposition in silence for a time. "No!" she answered at last. "Really, I don't!"
He led his companion out of the town by way of Scarnham Bridge, pointing out Joseph Chestermarke's gloomy house to her as they passed it. "I'd give a lot," he remarked, as they turned on to the open moor which led towards Ellersdeane Hollow, "to know if either of the Chestermarkes really did know anything about that chap Hollis coming to the town on Saturday.
He lighted it carefully, and smoked for a minute or two in silence. Then he looked at Polke. "Well, there's a very obvious question to put to Mr. Simmons after all that," he remarked. "Have you any idea," he continued, turning to the clerk, "of any reason that would bring Mr. Hollis to Scarnham?" Simmons shook his head more vigorously than before. "Not the ghost of an idea!" he exclaimed.
If he keeps it from the man who does his business for him here in London, he'd go to any length to keep it safe if it was threatened by his manager at Scarnham. Is that clear, my lad?"
Joseph glanced at Betty, who was still staring indignantly at him. "You hear?" he said quietly. "Now you'd better go away. You are not going in there." Betty suddenly turned and walked out. She was across the Market-Place and at the door of the Scarnham Arms before her self-possession had come back to her.
Starmidge was a young man of ideas as well as of ability, and without exactly shaping his thought in so many words, he felt vaguely perhaps, but none the less strongly that just as you can size up some men by the clothes they wear, so you can get an idea of others by the outer look of the houses which shelter them. Cornmarket in Scarnham lay at the further end of the street called Finkleway.
The secret of all this affair isn't in anything that's been done here and lately it's in something deep down. And how to get at it, and to find out about my uncle, I don't know." Neale felt it worse than idle to offer more theories speculation was becoming useless. He left Betty at the Scarnham Arms, and went round to the police-station to meet Starmidge: together they went over to the mortuary.
He just found out what he wanted to know and went away." "And, evidently, next day travelled to Scarnham," observed Easleby. "Now, Mr. Stipp, have you any idea whether his visit to Scarnham was in connection with the money affair of yours and young Lester's?" Again the look of undoubted surprise; again the appearance of genuine perplexity. "I?" exclaimed Mr. Stipp. "Not the least!
Neither the police-superintendent nor the detective had the slightest doubt after hearing Simmons' story that the man who presented himself at the Station Hotel at Scarnham on the evening of John Horbury's disappearance was Mr. Frederick Hollis, solicitor, of Gray's Inn. If they had still retained any doubt it would have disappeared next morning when they took the clerk down to see Mrs. Pratt.
Case of a strange disappearance bank manager isn't it?" "It's more than that, sir," replied Easleby. "It's a case of all sorts of things. Now you're wondering, Mr. Castlemayne, why we come to you? I'll explain. You'll see there, sir, the name blue-pencilled Gabriel Chestermarke. Mr. Gabriel Chestermarke is a banker at Scarnham. You don't happen to know him, Mr. Castlemayne?"
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