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I should say Bassett Oliver took it into his head to go off somewhere yesterday on a little game of his own, and that he's turned up at Norcaster by this time, and is safe in his dressing-room, or on the stage. That's my notion." "I wish I could think it the correct one," replied Copplestone. "But we can soon find out if it is there's a telephone in the hall.
Yet I'm so sure that you're wrong, that I'm not even going to ring Norcaster up. Mr. Bassett Oliver has disappeared here!" "Are you a member of his company?" asked Addie, again looking Copplestone over with speculative glances. "Not at all! I'm a humble person whose play Mr. Oliver was about to produce next month, in consequence of which I came down to see him, and to find this state of affairs.
"I think there's what the law folks call a prymer facy case against him," replied Mallalieu. "It's your duty to get him, anyway, and if he can clear himself, why, let him. Get busy with that telephone, and be particular about help from Norcaster we're under-staffed here as it is." The superintendent hurried out of his office and Mallalieu turned to the sergeant. "I understood from Mr.
He would get here just about time for lunch, wouldn't he, and he'd probably turn in there. Also they may have a telephone there, and you can call up the theatre at Norcaster and find out if anything's been heard yet." Stafford smiled approvingly and started out in the direction of the buildings towards which Copplestone had pointed. "Excellent notion!" he said.
When they'd gone Swallow got hold of another taxi, and told its driver to take him to Scarhaven, too. Off they went in a pitch-black night, I'm told " "We know that!" said Vickers with a glance at Copplestone. "We motored from Norcaster just about the same time."
"Well, I'm doing all I can. We've got our own men out, and there's three officers coming over from Norcaster by motor they're on the way now." "Send for me if aught turns up," said Mallalieu. He walked slowly home, his brain still busy with possibilities and eventualities. And within five minutes of his waking at his usual hour of six it was again busy and curious.
"I've no choice, so it seems," remarked Mallalieu, grimly. "You've got me! And now, how much are you reckoning to get out of me what?" "No performance, no pay!" said Miss Pett. "Wait till I've managed things for you. I know how to get you safely away from here leave it to me, and I'll have you put down in any part of Norcaster you like, without anybody knowing.
I'll so contrive that the second van won't be ready to start until after it's dusk. When it is ready the men'll go down to fetch their horses I'll give 'em something to get themselves a drink before they come back that'll delay 'em a bit longer. And while they're away, we'll slip you into the van and I shall go with that van to Norcaster.
But he was about to speak when a gentle tap came at Tallington's door, and before the solicitor could make any response, the door was opened from without, and the police-superintendent walked in, accompanied by two men whom Brereton recognized as detectives from Norcaster. "Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Tallington," said the superintendent, "but I heard Mr. Cotherstone was here. Mr. Cotherstone!
A month in Norcaster gaol will mean nothing to him if he knows there's a chance of that reward or something substantial out of it at the end of his sentence. You must go out to this retreat of his and bring him in we must have him. Better go very early in the morning. "I'll go now," said Copplestone. "It's as easy to go by night as by day."
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