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"Thank you," the Prime Minister said. "Was there anything about you in the same paper by any chance?" "Nothing particularly abusive," Sir Edward answered blandly. "By the bye, the police declare that they have a definite clue this time, and are going to arrest the murderer of Hamilton Fynes and poor dicky Vanderpole tonight or tomorrow." "Excellent!" the Duke declared.
Ever since then I have been followed about by reporters." The young man whistled softly. "Say, Penelope!" he exclaimed. "Who was this fellow, anyhow, and what were you doing lunching with him?" "That doesn't matter," she answered. "You don't tell me all your secrets, Mr. Dicky Vanderpole, and it isn't necessary for me to tell you all mine, even if we are both foreigners in a strange country.
Richard Vanderpole. The news of the reward came to us at Scotland Yard this morning. Its unusual amount led me to make some injuries at the Home Office. I found that what I partly expected was true. I found, sir, that your department has shown some interest in the apprehension of these two men." Sir Edward inclined his head slowly. "Well?" he said.
The taxicab started from here. Mr. Vanderpole had been visiting some one in the hotel. There was not the slightest difficulty in ascertaining that the person for whom he asked, and with whom he spent some twenty minutes in this very room, was Mr. James B. Coulson of New York." "Seated on this very couch, sir!" Mr.
"His profession," the Inspector repeated. "Mr. Vanderpole was attached to the American Embassy, was he not?" "I believe so," Penelope answered. "Mr. Hamilton Fynes," the Inspector continued, "might almost have been said to have followed the same occupation." "Surely not!" Penelope objected. "I always understood that Mr.
Richard Vanderpole was to have dined and gone to the theatre on the night of his decease." Penelope shivered, and half closed her eyes. "Don't you think," she said, "that the shock of this coincidence, as you call it, has been quite sufficient, without having you come here to remind me of it?" "Madam," Mr. Jacks said, "I have not come here to gratify any personal curiosity.
"No," he said. "I had a caller whose manner I did not quite understand. She seemed to have something at the back of her head about me." "She! Was it a woman?" the young man asked quickly. Coulson nodded. "A young lady," he said, "Miss Penelope Morse, she called herself." Mr. Richard Vanderpole stood quite still for a moment. "Ah!" he said softly. "She might have been interested."
"It isn't like Dicky Vanderpole in the least," Penelope said. "Since he began to tread the devious paths of diplomacy, he has brought exactness in the small things of life down to a fine art." "He isn't half so much fun as he used to be," Lady Grace declared. "Fun!" Penelope exclaimed. "Sometimes I think that I never knew a more trying person."
"Neither in the case of Mr. Hamilton Fynes or in the case of Mr. Richard Vanderpole?" Sir Edward asked. Mr. Coulson shook his head. "Quite out of my line," he declared. "Notwithstanding the fact," Sir Edward reminded him quietly, "that you were probably the last person to see Vanderpole alive? He came to the Savoy to call upon you before he got into the taxicab where he was murdered.
Richard Vanderpole, that you were," he continued, knocking the ash off his cigar and speaking a little more slowly, "the last person, except the driver of the taxicab, to have seen him alive." Mr. Coulson turned slowly around and faced his companion. "Now, how the devil do you know that?" he asked. The Inspector smiled tolerantly. "Well," he said, "that is very simple.
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