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But remember, Mr. Perkwite don't seem to be watching anything. We're just going in for a bottle of ale, and talking business together. "Whatever you recommend," said Perkwite. He followed his companion down the street to the tavern, a joyless and shabby place, the bar-parlour of which, a dark and smoke-stained room was just then empty, and looked over its torn half-blind across the way.
"If I may say a word or two," he remarked diffidently. "I don't understand matters about this John Ashton. The barrister who asked me questions Mr. Millington-Bywater, is it said that he, or somebody, had positive proof that Mr. Ashton had my papers in his possession for some time previous to his death. Is that really so?" Mr. Carless pointed to Mr. Perkwite. "This is the gentleman whom Mr.
"I'm going off to the police!" Millwaters put out a detaining hand. "Don't, Mr. Perkwite!" he said. "To get police into a quarter like this is as bad as putting a light to dry straw. I'll tell you a better plan than that, sir find the nearest telephone-box and call up our people call Mr. Carless, tell him what you've seen and get him to come down and bring somebody with him.
And now he's evidently making for the City." "Well, I'm after him," remarked Millwaters. He leaned out of his window, called the chauffeur, and gave him some further instructions. "Intelligent chap, this, Mr. Perkwite," he said as he sat down again. "He understands some of 'em are poor hands at this sort of game."
Millington-Bywater could have put in the box this morning to prove that," he replied. "Mr. Perkwite, of the Middle Temple a barrister-at-law, Mr. Cave. Mr. Perkwite met Mr. Ashton some three months ago at Marseilles, and Mr.
"He merely told me that he was a man who had lived in Melbourne for some time and had known Marketstoke and himself very intimately had left Melbourne just after Marketstoke's death, and had settled in London. No, he did not mention his name." "Disappointing!" muttered Mr. Pawle. "That's the nearest approach to a clue that we've had, Perkwite. If we only knew who that man was!
Martincole's place, Mr. Viner," answered Millwaters. "Mr. Perkwite and I traced Mr. Cave here early in the afternoon; he went in, but he's never come out; we saw you enter here you are. We saw Miss Wickham and Mrs. Killenhall there's Miss Wickham, but where's the other lady? And where " Viner stopped the clerk's questions with a glance, and he laughed a little as he gave him his answer.
Much obliged to you, Perkwite. It shall be done I'll see to it at once. Yes, to be sure, that will put this fellow in a tight corner." "Don't be surprised if he hasn't some very clever explanation to give," said the barrister warningly. "The whole thing is evidently a well-concocted conspiracy. But when is the adjourned inquest?" "Day after tomorrow," replied Mr.
"I can, if Your Worship desires it, put a witness in the box who can prove beyond doubt that the papers of which we have just heard this remarkable story, were recently in the possession of John Ashton," he said. "He is Mr. Cecil Perkwite, of the Middle Temple a member of my own profession." But the magistrate, who appeared unusually thoughtful, shook his head.
Perkwite says that Ashton showed him at Marseilles a certain marriage certificate and a birth certificate." Mr. Carless started. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "I had forgotten that. Um! However, don't let us forget, just now, that our main object in meeting was to do something towards tracking these people who gave Mr. Cave these papers. Now, Mr. Cave, you got no information out of the woman?"
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