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I might have heard their names, in a business way, some time but I don't recall them at all." "You said that Mr. Markham was here yesterday," suggested Starmidge. "Did you tell him you'll excuse my asking, but it's important did you tell him that Hollis had called last Friday on behalf of Mrs. Lester?" "I just mentioned it," replied Mr. Stipp.
As a matter of fact, I am about the only relation he had except some half-cousins, or something of that sort." "Can you tell us anything about your brother's position?" asked Starmidge. "The clerk said he didn't practise very much, and had means of his own." "Quite true," assented Hollis. "I believe he had a comfortable income, apart from his practice perhaps five or six hundred a year.
"Frankly, I should!" replied Hollis, with a smile. "That is, if it was on his private account." "Do you happen to know who kept his private account?" inquired Starmidge. "Yes," answered Hollis. "He banked with an old private firm called Vanderkiste, Mullineau & Company, of Lombard Street."
He knew Detective-Sergeant Starmidge well enough by name and reputation. He was the man who had unravelled the mysteries of the Primrose Hill murder a particularly exciting and underground affair. It was he who had been intimately associated with the bringing to justice of the Camden Town Gang a group of daring and successful criminals which had baffled the London police for two years.
Markham is not in town, gentlemen," he said, in a quick, business-like fashion, which convinced Starmidge that the speaker was not uttering any mere excuse. "He was here yesterday for an hour or two, but he will be away for some days now. Can I do anything for you? his manager." Easleby handed over the two professional cards which he had in readiness, and leaned across the counter.
For look here !" he drew Polke further away from the two doors between which they were standing, and lowered his voice to a whisper "Supposing," he went on, "supposing there is any secret understanding between this Mrs. Eh?" "Good notion!" agreed Polke. "Well we can watch him." "I'm beginning to think we must watch him thought so for the last two hours," said Starmidge.
"His own house!" said Starmidge, catching at an idea which presented itself. "You know where he lives in London, then, Mr. Castlemayne?" "Do I know where my own mother lives!" exclaimed the lessee. "I should think I do! He's a neighbour of mine lives close by me, up Primrose Hill way. Nice little bachelor establishment he has Oakfield Villa.
Starmidge hastily pulled some garments about him, and flinging a travelling-coat over his shoulders, hurried downstairs, to find a sleepy-looking policeman in the hall. "How did this man get here at this time of night?" he asked, as they set off towards the police-station. "Came in a taxi-cab from Ecclesborough," answered the policeman. "I haven't heard any particulars, Mr.
The slightest quiver of a lip the least bit of light in an eye the merest twitch of a little finger ah! don't I know 'em all, and know what they mean! And, when Gabriel Chestermarke stepped up to look at that body, I was watching that face of his as I've never watched mortal man before!" "And you saw what?" asked Neale. "I saw Recognition!" said Starmidge. "Recognition, sir!
"And I should say, Starmidge, that it was private business brought him down here if he's the man, as he certainly seems to be. But whose?" Starmidge turned again to the clerk. "You've a good memory, I can see," he said. "Now, did you ever hear Mr. Hollis mention the name of Horbury?" "Never!" replied Simmons. "Did you ever hear him speak of Chestermarke's Bank?" asked Starmidge. "No never!
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