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"I have been in the house for two or three days, and I have seen neither Odette nor nor anybody else," she added quickly. Who was she expecting to see, wondered Tarling, and why did she check herself? Was it possible that she had not heard of the murder? He determined to test her. "Your daughter is probably detained in town owing to Mr. Lyne's death," he said, watching her closely.
"None," she said listlessly, "except that he was not a very nice man." "Forgive me asking you, but are you very much interested " He hesitated, and she lifted her head. He did not know how to put this question into words. It puzzled him that the daughter of this woman, who was evidently well off, should be engaged in a more or less humble capacity in Lyne's Store.
The characters may have been different one from the other, but to my unsophisticated eye they all look alike." "You've seen these slips on Lyne's desk?" said Tarling. "Then why did you not tell the police before? You know that the police attach a great deal of importance to the discovery of one of these things in the dead man's pocket?" Mr. Milburgh nodded.
Tarling knew nothing of Lyne's private life, though from his own knowledge of the man during his short stay in Shanghai, he guessed that that life was not wholly blameless. He had been too busy in China to bother his head about the vagaries of a tourist, but he remembered dimly some sort of scandal which had attached to the visitor's name, and puzzled his head to recall all the circumstances.
That was the first impression which Lyne received. He took Lyne's hand in his it was as soft as a woman's. As they shook hands Lyne noticed a third figure in the room. He was below middle height and sat in the shadow thrown by a wall pillar. He too rose, but bowed his head. "A Chinaman, eh?" said Lyne, looking at this unexpected apparition with curiosity. "Oh, of course, Mr.
For example, who is the mysterious man who comes and goes to Hertford, and just why is Mrs. Rider living in luxury whilst her daughter is working for her living at Lyne's Store?" "There's something in that," agreed Whiteside. "Would you like me to come along with you?" "Thanks," smiled Tarling, "I can do that little job by myself." "Reverting to Milburgh," began Whiteside.
He could not know that his hero was lying, and that in his piqué and hurt vanity he was inventing grievances which had no foundation, and offences which had never been committed. He only knew that, because of the hate which lay in Thornton Lyne's heart, justifiable hate from Sam's view, the death of this great man had been encompassed.
The queer little look which had dawned on the Commissioner's face when he learnt that the heir to the murdered Thornton Lyne's fortune was the detective who was investigating his murder, and that Tarling's revolver had been found in the room where the murder had been committed, aroused nothing but an inward chuckle.
Milburgh would not commit suicide, and the information was superfluous that Sam Stay had murdered Mrs. Rider. It was the knowledge that this vengeful lunatic knew where Odette Rider was staying which made Tarling sweat. "Where is Mr. Whiteside?" he asked. "He has gone to Cambours Restaurant to meet somebody, sir," said the sergeant. The somebody was one of Milburgh's satellites at Lyne's Store.
"Does it enhance or depreciate your position?" Milburgh smiled. "Unhappily," he said, "it enhances my position, because it gives me a greater authority and a greater responsibility. I would that the occasion had never arisen, Mr. Tarling." "I'm sure you do," said Tarling dryly, remembering Lyne's accusations against the other's probity. After a few commonplaces the men parted. Milburgh!
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