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Updated: June 14, 2025
He had set the table by the side of the bed, and was gliding from the room in that cat-like way of his when Tarling stopped him. "Ling Chu," he said, speaking in the vernacular, "you remember in Shanghai when the 'Cheerful Hearts' committed a crime, how they used to leave behind their hong?" "Yes, master, I remember it very well," said Ling Chu calmly.
"That was my night-dress," she said simply and without hesitation. "Go on, please, Mr. Tarling." He told her of the bloody thumb-prints upon the door of the bureau. "On your bed," he went on, "I found your dressing-case, half-packed." She swayed forward, and threw out her hands, groping blindly. "Oh, how wicked, how wicked!" she wailed "He did it, he did it!" "Who?" demanded Tarling.
I had my doubts and I looked up the Scotland Yard warning which I received a couple of days ago. She's Odette Rider, and she's wanted on a charge of murder." "Got it first time," said Tarling, dropping wearily into a chair. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "Not a bit," said the doctor cheerfully. "I suppose you're taking her with you?" Tarling nodded.
All he knew was that this mysterious benefactor had walked away in an opposite direction to that in which the cab had gone, and had vanished into the night. Tarling frowned. "That's curious," he said. "Get me another taxi." "I'm afraid you'll find that difficult, sir." The hotel porter shook his head.
"And when you went out to telephone, had you your overcoat?" "No, that I am perfectly certain about," said Milburgh readily. "I remember thinking later how foolish it was to bring an overcoat out and not use it." "Go on," said Tarling. "Well, I reached the station, called up the hotel, and to my surprise and annoyance Miss Rider did not answer.
It would serve no useful purpose," said Milburgh with an airy wave of his hand, "if I were to tell you the arguments I intended putting before him." "If they did not include the betrayal of Miss Rider, I'm a Dutchman," said Tarling. "I pretty well know the arguments you intended using." "Then, Mr.
"What time was this?" "They say about midnight, sir," said the porter; "but, of course, it couldn't have happened, because Miss Rider had not been in, and the flat was empty." Here was a disconcerting piece of news for Tarling to carry with him on his railway journey to Hertford.
He was nearer a solution to the latter mystery than either of them knew. His search of the flat completed, he drove to Hyde Park and, guided by Whiteside, made his way to the spot where the body was found. It was on a gravelled sidewalk, nearer to the grass than to the road, and Whiteside described the position of the body. Tarling looked round, and suddenly uttered an exclamation.
On their arrival at the Bond Street flat, Tarling opened the door and went upstairs, followed by the other. The flat was in darkness an extraordinary circumstance, for it was an understood thing that Ling Chu should not leave the house whilst his master was out. And Ling Chu had undoubtedly left. The dining-room was empty.
"Ton't preathe it, my son!" cried Duncan in a voice of agony, as if he saw unfolding a fearful game the arch enemy had been playing for his soul. "Put it cannot pe," he resumed instantly, "for ten how should she pe loving you, my son?" "'Cause ye was in for that afore ye kent wha the puir beastie was." "Ta tarling chilt! she could not haf loved him if he had peen a Cawmill.
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