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Does that help us to finding out what's become of my uncle?" "I suppose one thing's sure to lead to another," said Neale. "That seems to be the detective's notion, anyhow. If Starmidge is so certain that Gabriel Chestermarke knew Hollis, he'll work that for all it's worth. It's my opinion whatever that's worth! that Hollis came down here to see the Chestermarkes. Did he see them?
They're within the law." "What about the Moneylenders' Act?" asked Easleby. "Compulsory registration, you know." "It's this way," explained Starmidge. "The object of that Act was to enable a borrower to know for certain who it was that was lending him the money he borrowed. So registration was made compulsory.
"You know that Gabriel Chestermarke went to the stage-door of the Adalbert Theatre the other night. Go there officially and find out if he called there as Gabriel Chestermarke. That'll solve a lot." "We'll both go!" assented Starmidge. "It's a good notion I hadn't thought of it. Whom shall we try to see?" "Top man of all," counselled Easleby. "Lessee, manager, whatever he is.
Starmidge, though by no means a vain man, felt nettled by such treatment, and he accordingly formed something very like a prejudice against the two partners. That prejudice was quickly followed by suspicion especially in the case of Joseph Chestermarke.
Polke led him out of the room, and Starmidge turned to Neale. "We're gradually getting at something, Mr. Neale," he said. "All this leads somewhere, you know. Now, since we found that incomplete cheque, there's a question I wanted to ask you. You've left Chestermarke's Bank now, and under the circumstances we're working in you needn't have any delicacy about answering questions about them.
But he had scarcely put on his slippers, lighted his pipe, mixed a whisky-and-soda, and picked up a book, when a knock at his outer door sent him to open it and to find Gandam standing in the lobby. Gandam glanced at him with a smile which was half apologetic and half triumphant. "I've been to the office after you, Mr. Starmidge," he said. "They gave me your address, so I came on here."
Full justice to the descriptions of both Horbury and the Station Hotel stranger. Smart work, eh?" "Power of the Press as Parkinson said," answered Starmidge, with a laugh. "It's very useful, the Press: I don't know how they managed without it in the old days of criminal catching, Mr. Polke. Press and telegraph, eh? they're valuable adjuncts."
"What's to be done, then, next?" she inquired, looking from one to the other. "Do let us do something!" "Oh, we'll do a lot, Miss Fosdyke, before the day's out," said Starmidge reassuringly. "I'm going to work just now. Now, the first thing is, publicity! We must have all this in the newspapers at once." He turned to the superintendent.
Polke and his companion returned to the Scarnham Arms, where Starmidge was in consultation with Betty and Neale. "They know nothing at all over there," he reported. "Never heard of Hollis. What's to be done now!" "Mr. Simmons must do the next thing," answered the detective. "Get back to town, Mr. Simmons, and put yourself in communication with every single one of Mr.
Godwin Markham, money-lender, of Conduit Street, is the same person as Gabriel Chestermarke, banker, of Scarnham. That's flat! And now that we've got to know that much, how much nearer am I to finding out the real thing that I'm after?" "Which is exactly what?" asked Easleby. "I was called in," answered Starmidge, "to find out the secret of John Horbury's disappearance.
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