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Easleby bought a copy of this issue as soon as he and Starmidge returned to town, and carefully blue-pencilled the cross-headed columns and the staring capitals above them.
It's a mere matter of form we shall get the warrant at once. Then Starmidge and I will go and execute it. Miss Fosdyke just do what I suggest, if you please. Mr. Neale will take you to Mr. Pellworthy, the solicitor he was your uncle's solicitor, and a friend of his. Tell him all about your visit to the bank this morning.
For according to the story of the landlady of the Station Hotel, it was on that river-bank that the mysterious stranger was to meet whoever it was that he spoke to over the telephone, and so far Starmidge had not had an opportunity of examining its geography. There was not much to examine.
Like all the gardens which stretched from the backs of the Market-Place houses to the river-bank, it was rich in trees high elms and beeches rose from its lawns, and made deep shadows across them. But Starmidge was not so much interested in those trees, fine as they were, as in a building; obviously modern, which was set in their midst, completely isolated.
Polke?" demanded Gabriel. Polke produced a formal-looking document and held it before the banker's eyes. "Merely to show you that, Mr. Chestermarke," he answered. "That's a search-warrant, sir! It empowers me and Mr. Starmidge here to search but I needn't read it to you, Mr. Chestermarke, I think. I suppose we can go into the house now?"
In obedience to Starmidge's wish, he looked steadily at the dead man and turned away. "You don't know him? never saw him during the five years you were at the bank?" whispered the detective. "Think! make certain, now." "Never saw him in my life!" declared Neale, stepping back. "I neither know him nor anything about him." "I wanted you to make sure," said Starmidge.
He mentioned to me that he only did business for old clients." "Do you think he'd be likely to have a sum of ten thousand pounds lying at his bankers?" inquired Starmidge. Hollis looked sharply at the detective and then shook his head. "Not unless it was for some special purpose," he answered. "He might have such a sum if he'd been selling out securities for re-investment.
"Don't know him at all," remarked Starmidge. "What's his particular line of practice?" "Conveyancing," said Simmons. "Then, naturally, I shouldn't," observed Starmidge. "My acquaintance is chiefly with police-court solicitors. And you say he'd private rooms some where? Where, now?" "Paper Buildings, Temple," replied the clerk. "He'd a suite of rooms there he's had 'em for years."
"Chestermarke, of course!" he suggested. "Well what!" "I happened to catch sight of him this evening," replied Gandam. "Sheer accident it was but there's no mistaking him. Half-past six I was coming along Piccadilly, and I saw him leaving the Camellia Club. He " "What sort of a club's that, now?" asked Starmidge.
And so, when I read that description in the papers this evening, I caught the first express I could get down here at least to Ecclesborough I had to motor from there." "That description describes Mr. Hollis, then?" asked Starmidge. "Exactly! I'm sure it's Mr. Hollis it's him to a T!" answered the clerk. "I recognized it at once."
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