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Lyne's face went red, and then he laughed. "You know more about me than I know about you, Tarling," he said, with a note of asperity in his voice, and turned again to his subordinate. "I have reason to believe that there has been money stolen in this business by one of my cashiers," he said. "Impossible, sir!" said the shocked Mr. Milburgh. "Wholly impossible! Who could have done it?
He had called up Lyne's Store that morning on the telephone to discover whether there had been any inquiries for him and had heard from his chief assistant that a number of articles of clothing had been ordered to be sent to this address for Miss Rider's use.
He would have suffered himself to be torn limb from limb if in his agony he could have brought ease or advancement to the man who, to him, was one with the gods. Originally, Thornton Lyne had found Sam whilst that artist was engaged in burgling the house of his future benefactor. It was a whim of Lyne's to give the criminal a good breakfast and to evince an interest in his future.
By-the-way, when did he buy these books?" "Yesterday," said Whiteside, "early in the morning, before Lyne's opened. How did your interview with Miss Rider go off?" Tarling shrugged his shoulders. He felt a strange reluctance to discuss the girl with the police officer, and realised just how big a fool he was in allowing her sweetness to drug him.
This was an exact description of Thornton Lyne's machine which had been found near the place where his body was discovered. The hood of the car was up when it was seen in the mews and the time apparently was between ten and eleven on the night of the murder.
"To be exact," corrected Whiteside, "it was discovered by Lyne's valet a man named Cole, who seems to be a very honest person, against whom no suspicion could be attached. I had him here this morning early to make further inquiries into Lyne's movements on the night of the murder. He's in the next room, by-the-way. I'll bring him in."
I don't think there's much use in bringing her down here. And, by-the-way, Tarling, all the accounts of Lyne's Stores have been placed in the hands of a clever firm of chartered accountants Dashwood and Solomon, of St. Mary Axe.
She started and went white. "Mr. Lyne's death?" she stammered. "Has he died? That young man?" "He was murdered in Hyde Park yesterday morning," said Tarling, and she staggered back and collapsed into a chair. "Murdered! Murdered!" she whispered. "Oh, God! Not that, not that!"
"After I had left Lyne's Store," she said, "I had decided to go to mother to spend two or three days with her before I began looking for work. Mr. Milburgh only went to Hertford for the weekends, and I couldn't stay in the same house with him, knowing all that I knew. "I left my flat at about half-past six that evening, but I am not quite sure of the exact time.
Cresswell settled himself back in his chair and ticked off on his fingers the points as he made them. "You know that around Lyne's chest a silk night-dress was discovered?" Tarling nodded. "Under the night-dress, made into a pad, evidently with the object of arresting the bleeding, were two handkerchiefs, neatly folded, as though they had been taken from a drawer.
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