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Jervis wish to know about it?" Seeing that she was terrified lest some new and dreadful surprise should be sprung upon her, I hastened to reassure her. "My colleague, Dr. Thorndyke, is anxious to examine it. He is directing your nephew's defence, you know." "Yes, yes," said Mrs. Hornby. "Juliet told me about him. She says he is a dear. Do you agree with her?"
Graves may even now be alive. I shall make it my very especial business to ascertain whether he is or not. And if he is not, I shall take it to myself as a sacred duty to lay my hand on the man who has compassed his death." I looked at Thorndyke with something akin to awe.
Greg was a man of seven or eight and twenty, had graduated with distinction at Cambridge, but, having no influence, had no prospects of promotion, and the offer almost bewildered him. "I should be grateful indeed, Mr. Thorndyke," he said. "It would be a boon to us. Will you excuse me for a moment?"
But the existence of the thumb-print narrows the inquiry down to Reuben or some person having access to his finger-prints." "Yes, I see. Then you consider my theory of John Hornby as the perpetrator of the robbery as quite a tenable one?" "Quite," replied Thorndyke. "I have entertained it from the first; and the new facts that you have gathered increase its probability.
I promised to do so, though with no very lively expectations as to the result, and with this, the subject was allowed, for the present, to drop. The Portrait The state of mind which Thorndyke had advised me to cultivate was one that did not come easily. However much I endeavoured to shuffle the facts of the Blackmore case, there was one which inevitably turned up on the top of the pack.
As I have said, no alteration in the testator's circumstances had taken place at the time the new will was executed. <i>But</i> only two days before his death, his sister, Mrs. Edmund Wilson, died; and on her will being proved it appeared that she had bequeathed to him her entire personalty, estimated at about thirty thousand pounds." "Heigho!" exclaimed Thorndyke. "What an unfortunate affair!"
Blackmore used to take it in with him when he happened to be passing." "It was not delivered at his chambers, then?" "No, sir. Mr. Blackmore was a very studious gentleman and he didn't like to be disturbed. A studious gentleman would naturally not like to be disturbed." Thorndyke cordially agreed with these very proper sentiments and finally wished the porter "good night."
"Yes," answered Thorndyke; and he gave the constable a brief account of the occurrence, which the latter listened to, notebook in hand. "Well," said he when the narrative was concluded, "if those hooligan boys are going to take to catapults they'll make things lively all round." "You ought to run some of 'em in," said the caretaker.
The object of the porter's quest gave me considerable mental occupation. I had not seen Thorndyke drop any thing, and it was not his way to finger carelessly any object of value. I was about to question him on the subject, when, turning sharply round into Cotman Street, he drew up at the doorway of number six, and began attentively to read the names of the occupants.
The irresistible conclusion is that these four sheets came from the same packet." The inspector started up from his chair, and faced Thorndyke. "Who is this Mr. Barlow?" he asked. "That," replied Thorndyke, "is for you to determine; but I can give you a useful hint. There is only one person who benefits by the death of Alfred Hartridge, but he benefits to the extent of twenty thousand pounds.
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