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"About a quarter of a mile from the stables John Straker's overcoat was flapping from a furze-bush. Immediately beyond there was a bowl-shaped depression in the moor, and at the bottom of this was found the dead body of the unfortunate trainer.
Straker as to the dress without her knowing it, and having satisfied myself that it had never reached her, I made a note of the milliner's address, and felt that by calling there with Straker's photograph I could easily dispose of the mythical Derbyshire. "From that time on all was plain. Straker had led out the horse to a hollow where his light would be invisible.
On the other hand, there was no wound upon his person, while the state of Straker's knife would show that one at least of his assailants must bear his mark upon him. There you have it all in a nutshell, Watson, and if you can give me any light I shall be infinitely obliged to you."
Straker's request that Hand should repair the car, the manager found him tinkering in the carriage shed near the church. The car was jacked up on a horse-block, while one wheel lay near the road. Mr. Hand was as grimy and oily as the law allows, working over the machinery with a sort of vicious earnestness. Mr.
It had its serious side, too, for Agatha, of course, but for the moment she put off thinking about that. Lizzie, however, had borne the brunt of Mr. Straker's vexation, and, in that lumber-box she called her mind, she regarded the matter solely as her personal cue to come more prominently upon the stage.
"He'll charge you two dollars an hour, including time on the road," solemnly announced Little Simon, unimpressed by any mention of the long-yellow. Had Little Simon "liked," he could probably have mended the car himself, but Mr. Straker's manner, so effective on Broadway, was not to the taste of these country people.
"You will find us at poor Straker's house when you have finished your walk, and we can drive together into Tavistock." He turned back with the Inspector, while Holmes and I walked slowly across the moor.
It had to be cranked, which required some seconds, but presently they were off Hand and the sheriff, in hot pursuit after Straker's car. Chamberlain and Aleck, triumphantly leading the horse, came back in time to see the settling cloud of dust. "Mr. Chamberlain Mr. Van Camp!" cried Agatha. "They've gone! They've got away!" "Who's got away?" demanded Chamberlain.
Aleck and Chamberlain sprang through the window, the sheriff went as far as the lawn after them, and in that instant Chatelard slipped like an eel through the open door and out to the gate to Straker's machine, still chugging. The sheriff saw him as he jumped in. "Hey, there!" he shouted, and made a lively run for the gate.
"I'm not going to give him any third degree, not a bit of it. 'Hero! Saved a Princess! and all that. That's what's coming to him as soon as the newspapers get hold of it. But I want to know how he did it, and what he did it for. Tell him to buck up." Jimmy did buck up, though Mr. Straker's message still remains to be delivered.
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