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"Smartest thing I ever did," he chortled. "Fixed on the thief within half an hour, and never lost touch till I knew how she had worked the job." "The Bow Street method." "Why didn't you try something of the sort with regard to Fenley's bonds?" "I couldn't be crude, even with a City financier.
Fenley's fault entirely; and he hadn't the the words " "The vocabulary." "That's it, sir. I see you understand." "Tomlinson," interrupted Furneaux, "a famous American writer, Oliver Wendell Holmes, described adjectives of that class as the blank checks of intellectual bankruptcy. You have hit on the same great thought." The butler smiled again. He was beginning to like Furneaux.
It happens that some particles of that identical mud were imbedded in the carpet of Hilton Fenley's sitting-room. I'm sorry to have to say it, because the housemaid is a nice girl." "Never mind the housemaid. Go on." "Exactly what the housemaid would remark if she heard me; only she would giggle, and you look infernally serious.
Tomlinson had bought the White Horse and secured Eliza with the fixtures. Of course, there was talk of the Fenleys, and Winter told how Hilton Fenley's mother had been unearthed in Paris.
A sitting-room on one side was badly scorched, as was a spare room on the other; but the men soon knew that they had checked the further progress of the flames, and were speculating, while they worked, as to the cause of a fire originating in a set of empty apartments, when Parker, Mrs. Fenley's personal attendant, came sobbing and distraught to Sylvia. "Oh, miss!" she cried. "Oh, miss!
I want you," he said, and the quietly spoken words rang in Fenley's ears as if they had been bellowed through a megaphone. Owing to his own delay, there was a clear space in front. He took that way of escape instinctively, though he knew he was doomed, since the ship's officers would seize him at the policeman's call. Then he saw Furneaux, whose foot was already on the lower end of the gangway.
But that it is forbid to tell the secrets of the prison house, it could a tale unfold whose slightest word would harrow up thy soul " Harris, the footman, entered, carrying a decanter. "Mr. Hilton Fenley's compliments, gentlemen, and will you try this port? He says Mr. Tomlinson will recommend it, because Mr. Fenley himself seldom takes wine. Mr.
She was so lost in thought, thought that strayed from crystal-bright imageries to nebulous shapes at once dark and terrifying, that the first intimation she received of Robert Fenley's approach was his stertorous breathing. From a rapid walk he had broken into a jog trot when he saw Trenholme vanish over the wall.
"I saw him doing that," interrupted Trenholme, who, after one glance at the signs of his handiwork on Robert Fenley's left jaw, had devoted his attention to the extraordinary story revealed by the detectives. "You saw him!" And Furneaux wheeled round in sudden wrath. "Why the deuce didn't you tell me that?" "You never asked me." "How could I ask you such a thing?
At the farther end of the room there was a mirror above the fireplace, and as he turned his back on Fenley, by a hardly perceptible inclination of his head he could catch the reflection of his companion's face. The maneuver succeeded, but its result was negative. Hilton Fenley's eyes were downcast.
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