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And after that, my boy, you and I'll put our heads together, as you suggest, and see if we can't do a bit of detective work of our own. See you tomorrow at the usual in Fleet Street." Then Triffitt went along to the Argus office, and spent the rest of the afternoon in writing up a breezy and brilliant column about the scene at the inquest, intended to preface the ordinary detailed report.
Not so much so, in fact. You see " But at that moment a taxi-cab came speeding round the corner, and from it presently emerged Carver and Davidge. The detective, phlegmatic, quiet as ever, nodded familiarly to Triffitt and lifted his hat to Trixie. "Evening, Mr. Triffitt," he said quietly.
The confidential secretary took another look at Triffitt, and allowed himself to be reluctantly convinced of his earnestness. "All right!" he said. "I'll shove it under his nose when he comes in at four o'clock." Triffitt went back to his work, excited, yet elated. It was no easy job to get speech of Markledew. Markledew, as everybody in Fleet Street knew, was a man in ten thousand.
"What are the two things?" asked Triffitt, cautiously. "Perhaps I've got 'em in mind also." "The first's this," replied Carver. "Somebody some taxi-cab driver or somebody of that sort must have brought the man who personated old Jacob Herapath back to, or to the neighborhood of, the office that morning. How is it that somebody hasn't been discovered?
"Ain't no harm in a man doing his best for his-elf, guv'nor, I hope," said the would-be informant. "If I don't look after myself, who's a-going to look after me I asks you that, now?" "And I ask you how much?" said Triffitt. "Out with it!" The taxi-cab driver considered, eyeing his prospective customer furtively. "The other gent told you what it is I can tell, guv'nor?" he said at last.
Of course, I ain't seen nothing of him never since I called there, and he gave me a couple o' quid, and told me to expect more only the more's a long time o' coming, and if I do see my way to turning a honest penny by what I knows, why, then, d'ye see " "I see, very well," assented Triffitt. "And what might your idea of an honest penny be, now?"
What about Burchill?" "Speak his name softly," answered Triffitt. "Well, my son, I suddenly saw him this morning, and I just as suddenly remembered that I'd seen him before!" "You had, eh?" said Carver. "Where?" Triffitt sank his voice to a still lower whisper. "Where?" he said. "Where? In the dock!" Carver arrested the progress of a lump of bread and cheese and turned in astonishment.
If Triffitt had only known it, the Goddesses of Chance and Fortune were already close at hand, hovering lovingly and benignly above the crown of his own Trilby hat. These men were many in number; some of them were known to Triffitt, some were not. He knew Mr. Fox-Crawford, an Under-Secretary of State, who represented the Government; he knew Mr. Dayweather and Mr. Encilmore, and Mr. Camford and Mr.
The truth was that Triffitt had headed his column: "MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF MR. HERAPATH, M.P. IS IT SUICIDE OR MURDER?" and as this also appeared in great staring letters on the contents bills which the newsboys were carrying about with them, and as Herapath had been well known in that district, there was a vast amount of interest aroused thereabouts by the news.
Then, indeed, the detective had roused himself almost to eagerness, and now he was coming to see him, Triffitt, quietly and unobtrusively. Why? "All the same," mused Triffitt, "I shall maybe prove a small cog in the bigger mechanism, and that's something. And Markledew was satisfied, anyway, so far. And if I don't get something out of that chap Davidge tonight, write me down an ass!"
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