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Suspicious sort of spot, altogether." "Well?" demanded Perkwite. "What next? You know best, Millwaters." The clerk jerked a thumb down the side of the dismal street on which they were standing. "There's a public-house down there," he said, "almost opposite this surgery. Fairly decent place for this neighbourhood bar-parlour looking out on the street. Better slip in there and look quietly out.
"He showed it to me as a sort of curiosity a stone which had some romantic history attaching to it. But I was not half as much interested in that as in the other affair." "All the same," remarked Mr. Pawle, "that diamond is worth some fifty or sixty thousand pounds, Perkwite and it's missing!" Mr. Perkwite looked his astonishment. "You mean he had it on him when he was murdered?" he asked.
Pawle and Viner went away, ruminating over the recent events, and walked to the old lawyer's offices in Bedford Row. Mr. Pawle's own particular clerk met them as they entered. "There's Mr. Roland Perkwite, of the Middle Temple, in your room, sir," he said, addressing his master. "You may remember him, sir we've briefed him once or twice in some small cases. Mr.
Viner's, in Markendale Square?" said Perkwite. "Right again, sir," assented Millwaters. "I did." "This fellow in front," observed Perkwite, "made some statements at Viner's, in answer to your principal, Mr. Carless, which incline me to the opinion that he's an impostor in spite of his carefully concocted stories." "Shouldn't wonder, Mr. Perkwite." said Millwaters. "But that's not my business.
Let's get away, find a taxicab, and go to your but, good heavens!" he went on, breaking off as two men came into the yard. "Here's one of Carless' clerks, and Perkwite the barrister. What are you doing here?" he demanded, as Millwaters and Perkwite hurried up. "Are you after anybody along there in that house the one at the end?" "We're after a good many things and people in Dr.
And who is he?" "There must be some way of finding that out," observed Mr. Perkwite. "If your theory is correct, that this claimant is merely a man who is being put forward, then surely the thing to do is to get at the person or persons behind him, through him!" "Aye, there's that to be thought of," asserted Mr. Pawle. "But it may be a tougher job than we think for.
The barrister looked in front and around and seemed at a loss. "Where is he?" he asked. "Hang it, I've lost him!" "I haven't!" said Millwaters. "He left his car before we left ours. Our man knew what he was after he slowed up and passed him until I saw where he went." He twisted Perkwite round and pointed to the mouth of a street which they had just passed. "He's gone down there," he said.
But in view of the possibility of his setting up her claim, he asked me some questions on legal points, and of course I asked him to let me see the papers of which he had spoken." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Pawle, with a sigh of relieved satisfaction. "Then you saw them?" "Yes he showed me the whole lot," replied Mr. Perkwite. "Not so many, after all those that were really pertinent, at any rate.
And of course I saw your request for information about Ashton and his recent movements." "And you've some to give?" asked Mr. Pawle. "I have some to give," assented Mr. Perkwite, as the three men sat down by Mr. Pawle's desk. "Certainly and I should say it's of considerable importance.
It would have been a tremendous help if Ashton had only mentioned a name to you." "Sorry, but he didn't," said Mr. Perkwite. "You feel," he continued after a moment's silence, "you feel that this affair of the Ellingham succession lies at the root of the Ashton mystery that he was really murdered by somebody who wanted to get possession of those papers?"
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