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"I nudged Hollis's arm, and we turned back with Joseph towards Scarnham, crossing the Hollow in another direction, by a track which leads straight from a point exactly opposite the Warren to the foot of Scarnham Bridge, near the wall of Joseph Chestermarke's house. It is not a very long way half an hour's sharp walk.
As it was highly important that the jury should know at once if Mr. Horbury and Mr. Hollis called at the Warren on Saturday evening last, he, the Coroner, had sent for Mr. Chestermarke's butler, who would doubtless be able to give information on that point. They would adjourn for an hour until the witness attended." "That's the end of it in that paper," remarked Starmidge.
Polke led him out of the room, and Starmidge turned to Neale. "We're gradually getting at something, Mr. Neale," he said. "All this leads somewhere, you know. Now, since we found that incomplete cheque, there's a question I wanted to ask you. You've left Chestermarke's Bank now, and under the circumstances we're working in you needn't have any delicacy about answering questions about them.
"It's odd, anyway, that his body should be found half-way, as it were, between Gabriel Chestermarke's place and Joseph Chestermarke's house isn't it now? But, Lord bless you! we're only on the fringe of this business as yet. Well just take a look at him." Neale walked within the group of bystanders, feeling an intense dislike and loathing of the whole thing.
Neale never heard him mention Mr. Frederick Hollis by name at any time. And there's now staying in the town Mr. Horbury's niece, Miss Fosdyke; she, too, never heard her uncle speak of any Mr. Hollis. Then, as to business the partners at Chestermarke's Bank declare that they know nothing whatever of your brother Mr. Gabriel, the senior partner, has seen the poor gentleman, and didn't recognize him.
"I know of all recent banking transactions at Chestermarke's, and I can't think I've been thinking since we saw that cheque of anything that the cheque had to do with." "Well it's a queer thing," remarked the detective meditatively. "I'll lay anything Hollis brought that cheque down here for some specific purpose and who on earth is there in this place that he could bring it to but Chestermarke's?
Polke held up a finger to the one who had answered Joseph Chestermarke's summons to the parlour that morning. "Here!" he said, "a word with you. Now, exactly when did Mrs. Carswell go out? You needn't be afraid of speaking, my girl it'll go no further, and you know who I am." "Not so very long after that young lady was here, Mr. Polke," answered the girl, readily enough.
That lane led nowhere else than to the Warren it was locally called the lane, but it was really a sort of carriage-drive to Mr. Chestermarke's front door, and there was a gate at the high-road entrance to it. He saw Mr. Horbury and his companion enter that gate; he heard it clash behind them. "'Questioned by Mr.
Had the three young men waiting in that hall not been so familiar with him by reason of daily and hourly acquaintance, the least observant amongst them would surely have paused in whatever task he was busied with, if Mr. Gabriel Chestermarke had crossed his path for the first time. The senior partner of Chestermarke's Bank was a noticeable person.
"Not known to me," he said, in answer to an inquiring glance from Polke. "Hollis, I suppose, of course." He went off again as suddenly as he had come and Starmidge drew Neale aside. "Mr. Neale!" he whispered, with a nearer approach to excitement than Neale had yet seen in him. "Did you see Gabriel Chestermarke's eyes? He's a liar! As sure as my name's Starmidge, he's a liar! Mr.
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