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In a few seconds the cab had disappeared and I dragged myself to the shop and that's all." No news had been received of Ling Chu when Tarling returned to his flat. Whiteside was waiting; and told him that he had put Milburgh into the cells and that he would be charged the following day. "I can't understand what has happened to Ling Chu. He should be back by now," said Tarling.
"That is undoubtedly my pistol, and it is the same that was found in Miss Rider's room at Carrymore Mansions, and I have not the slightest doubt in my mind that it was by a shot fired from this weapon that Thornton Lyne lost his life." There was a long silence. "Well, that beats me," said Whiteside, laying the weapon on the table. "At every turn some new mystery arises.
"Nay, I don't ax it I don't ax for nought. I nobbut want to see his bonny face again." "Happen you wouldn't know it," said Mrs. Whiteside; "he mun be awful altered now." "Know it? Know my own lad! I'd pick him out among a thousand." "I'm not so sure o' that," persisted her daughter. "Ye've seen our Will lately, I s'pose, mester? Can ye tell us what like he is?"
However, she must be kept under observation, because apparently she knows, or think she knows, the person who did commit the murder. She must be watched day and night, and sooner or later, she will lead you to the man upon whom her suspicions rest. "Whiteside had better see her," he said, turning to Tarling. "He may get a new angle of her view.
This case I give on the authority of Mr Whiteside, who, being curious to see a political process in the Roman law, after some trouble procured the following, which, having been compiled under the orders of Pius IX., may be relied on as strictly accurate. Pietro Leoni had acted as official attorney to the poor.
Gladstone had other views of his duty, and probably he was never more firmly intrenched in the confidence of the nation, and more influential in the councils of the Government, than he is at this moment. Mr. Gladstone had hardly taken his seat, when the long and significant silence of the Opposition was broken by Mr. Whiteside.
Harleston took a taxi to the Collingwood, arriving just as Ranleigh came up, and the two men went in together. Whiteside was there; gagged and bound to the same chair that had held Crenshaw. The rooms were in confusion. Everything had been gone through; clothes were scattered over the floor, papers were strewn about, drawers stood open. They released Whiteside, and presently he was able to talk.
"I can't afford to lose any help he may be able to give us." Whiteside was pardonably piqued. "I don't know if your Ling Chu will be able to do very much in the way of trailing a taxicab through London." And then, recognising something of the other's distress, he said more gently, "Though I agree with you that every help we can get we shall need."
Of all these Swift localities I had made little vignette drawings in "wash," which greatly pleased him and were to have been engraved in the book. They are now duly registered and to be seen in the collection at South Kensington. Poor dear Forster! His old friend and class fellow, Whiteside, gave him a dinner to which I attended him, where was the late Dr.
Milburgh slept on a large wooden four-poster. "He's a luxurious devil," said Whiteside. "Look at the thickness of those box springs." He tapped the side of that piece of furniture and looked round with a startled expression. "A bit solid for a box spring, isn't it?" he asked, and continued his investigation, tearing down the bed valance.
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