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"He's in there!" exclaimed Triffitt, grabbing Davidge's arm and pointing wildly to the brilliantly lighted entrance, wherein two or three uniformed servants lounged about to open doors and attend to elevators. "Walked in as if the whole place belonged to him! You know Burchill!" "Ah, just so!" responded Davidge unconcernedly. "Quite so I wouldn't name no names in the street if I were you, Mr.
This fact was not unpleasing to Triffitt; it argued that he would have small difficulty in finding a lodgment within the walls which sheltered the man he wanted to watch. And in pursuance of his scheme, which, as a beginning, was to find out exactly where Burchill was located, he walked into the main entrance and looked about him, hoping to find an address-board.
Triffitt went off to Kensal Green, scowling and cogitating. Of course the police knew something! But what? What they knew would doubtless come out in time, but Triffitt had a strong desire to be beforehand with them. In spite of the douche of cold water which the news editor had just administered, Triffitt knew his Argus.
"F. B., eh?" muttered Carver. "Same initials as " "Precisely," said Triffitt, "and to anticipate same man. But to proceed in due order. Old Ferguson died rather suddenly but in quite an above-board and natural fashion, about six months after this Bentham came to him. The widow kept on the school, and retained Bentham's services.
Triffitt recognized him as a fellow-scribe, one of the youthful bloods of an opposition journal, whom he sometimes met on the cricket-field; he also remembered that he had caught a glimpse of him in the Coroner's Court, and he hastened to make room for him. "Hullo!" said Triffitt. "What-ho!" responded the pink young gentleman.
If he had consulted his own personal inclination he would have demanded to be led straight to the taxi-cab driver. But Triffitt knew himself to be the expender of the Markledew money, and the knowledge made him unduly cautious. "It comes to this," he said at last, "this chap knows something which he's already told to this Mr. Tertius. Mr.
You made a point of asking for him in the Argus. Do you know what I think? I think he has been discovered, and he's being kept out of the way. That's point one." "Good!" muttered Triffitt. "And point two?" "Point two is where is the man who came out of the House of Commons with Jacob Herapath that night, the man that the coachman Mountain described?
Triffitt. Ah! to be sure, now. Well, of course, he would have to go in somewhere, wouldn't he? as well here as anywhere, perhaps. Yes. Now, if this young lady would join the other young lady in the cab, Mr. Carver'll escort 'em home, and then he can come back here if he likes we might have a bit of a job for him. And when the ladies retire, you and me can do our bit of business, d'ye see, Mr.
The news editor stared at Triffitt as if that young gentleman had suddenly become an archangel. "What's this mean?" he demanded. "Obvious and sufficient," retorted Triffitt. And he turned, hands in pockets, and strolled out, leaving the proof lying unheeded. That was the first time he had scored off his news editor, and the experience was honey-like and intoxicating.
Triffitt, in fact, went almost foodless and sleepless; there was so much to do. To begin with, there was the daily hue and cry after Burchill, who had disappeared as completely as if his familiar evil spirits had carried him bodily away from the very door of Halfpenny and Farthing's office.
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