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"He didn't correspond with you at all after you left him at Marseilles?" asked Mr. Pawle. "No," replied the barrister. "No I never heard of or from him until I read of his murder." Pawle turned to Viner. "I think we'd better tell Perkwite of all that's happened, within our own ken," he said, and proceeded to give the visitor a brief account of the various important details.
Millwaters knew Mr. Perkwite very well as a promising young barrister whom Carless and Driver sometimes favoured with briefs. Mr. Perkwite's presence did not disturb him; he moved into the farther corner, and Mr. Perkwite slipped inside. The car moved off in pursuit of the one in front. "So you're on that game, Mr. Perkwite?" remarked Millwaters. "Ah!
Millwaters and I heard from a denizen of these unlovely parts that there was a back entrance. We'd tried in vain for admittance at the front " "But they've got in now, Mr. Perkwite!" exclaimed Millwaters suddenly. "See, there's Mr. Carless at a back window, waving to us to come in. I suppose we can get in by the back, Mr. Viner?"
"Here's a taxicab coming along and slowing up for somewhere about here," he whispered. "And Lord, if there aren't two ladies in it in a spot like this! And whew!" he went on excitedly. "Do you see 'em, Mr. Perkwite? The young un's Miss Wickham, who came to our office about this Ashton affair. I don't know who the old un is but she evidently knows her way."
We happened to get into conversation on the night of my arrival, and we afterwards spent most of our time together. And finding out that I was a barrister, he confided certain things to me and asked my advice." "Aye and on what, now?" enquired the old lawyer. "It was the last night we were together," replied Mr. Perkwite.
The berry-faced landlord had now shut down the hatch, and his two bar-parlour customers were alone and unobserved. Perkwite drew away from the window, pulling Millwaters by the sleeve. "Careful!" he said. "There's something seriously wrong here, Millwaters! What's Miss Wickham being brought down here for? See, they've gone into that surgery, and the car's going off.
And who might have got you on to it, if one may ask?" "You know that I was at your people's office yesterday?" said Perkwite. "Saw you there," replied Millwaters. "It was about this business," said the barrister. "Did you see me in the police-court this morning?" "I did listening for all you were worth," answered the clerk. "And I dare say you saw me go with the rest of them to Mr.
Perkwite, this is most important. Did Ashton tell you the name of this man?" The old lawyer was tremulous with excited interest, and Mr. Perkwite was obviously sorry to disappoint him. "Unfortunately, he did not!" he replied.
"Nice neighbourhood, too! I know something of it. Now, Mr. Perkwite, if you please, we'll separate. You take the right of that street I'll take the left. Keep a look out for my gentleman's Homburg hat grey, with a black band and keep the tail of your eye on me, too." Cave's headgear was easily followed down the squalid street.
Perkwite pulled up, and Millwaters went down the dismal street in pursuit of the Homburg hat. This excellent indication of its owner's presence suddenly vanished from Perkwite's sight, and presently Millwaters came back. "Ran him to earth for the time being, anyway," he said. "He's gone into a surgery down there a Dr. Martincole's. Number 23 brass plate on door next to a drug-shop.
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