Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
When I go back to the office to write out this stuff, I'm going to have that extremely rare thing with any of our lot an interview with the old man." "Gad! I thought your old man was unapproachable!" exclaimed Carver. "To all intents and purposes, he is," assented Triffitt. "But I'll see him and today. And after that but you'll see. Now, as to you, old man.
Milsey snapped open the lid of his case, and revealed, instead of spoon or fork or knife a number of shining keys, of all sorts and sizes and strange patterns, all of delicate make and of evidently superior workmanship. He pushed the case across the table to the corner at which Triffitt was sitting, and Davidge regarded it fondly in transit. "Pretty things, ain't they?" he said.
"Tell you what it is," he said suddenly. "We'll have to go for the police!" "How go for the police?" asked Carver doubtfully. "Throw out some careful hints that the police know more than they'll tell at present," answered Triffitt, importantly. "That's what I shall do, anyhow I've got carte blanche on our rag, and I'll make the public ear itch and twitch by breakfast-time tomorrow morning!
Then Davidge, cursing his men and his luck, took Barthorpe Herapath away, and Triffitt rushed headlong to Fleet Street, seething with excitement and brimming with news. The Argus came out in great style next morning, and it and Triffitt continued to give its vast circle of readers a similar feast of excitement for a good ten days.
Don't do it again, my son! you mean well, but the police know their job better than you do. If they want to keep quiet for a while in this matter, they've good reasons for it. So no more hints. See?" "So they do know something?" muttered Triffitt sourly. "Then I was right, after all!" "You'll be wrong, after all, if you stick your nose where it isn't wanted," said the news editor.
As soon as I've taken action, or run him to earth, I'll ring up Scotland Yard, and then " "He's going," announced Carver, who had taken advantage of the many mirrors to keep his eye on Burchill. "He's off! I understand " Triffitt was already leading his sweetheart quietly out. In the gloom of the street he saw Burchill's tall figure striding away towards Cromwell Road.
Stillwater," he continued, "has gone abroad for four months, and he'd be glad to let his flat, furnished, in his absence. That's it it contains, you see, a nice sitting-room, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small kitchen all contained within the flat, of course. It is well and comfortably furnished, and available at once." Triffitt bent over the plan.
The absent Mr. Stillwater's rooms were comfortable and pleasant; one glance around them decided Triffitt. "This place will suit me very well," he said. "Now I'll give you satisfactory references about myself, and pay you a month's rent in advance, and if that's all right to you, I'll come in today.
He contended that he had been to look for her; he proved that he had often been to look for her in that way; moreover, as to the footprints, he, like everybody in the house, constantly used that path in going to the town." "Aye, to be sure;" said Carver. "He'd a good case, I'm thinking." "He had and so I thought at the time," continued Triffitt.
There was nothing here of the furtive slink, the frightened slouch of the criminal escaped from justice; the man's entire bearing was that of fearlessness; he strode across Kensington High Street in the full glare of light before the Town Hall and under the noses of several policemen. Five minutes later Triffitt pulled himself and Trixie up with a gasp.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking