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Tenants of the mansions had pass-keys to the main door, and of all that happened after eleven he would be ignorant. He admitted that he may have gone a little before eleven that night, but even as to this he was not prepared to swear. "In fact," said Whiteside afterwards, "his evidence would lead nowhere.
"My dear Whiteside, how can you say so? Do you not see that by saying such a thing you give yourself away?" etc. Forster, however, more than redeemed himself when he issued his well-known Life of Dickens, a work that was a perfect delight to the world and to his friends. For here is the proper lightness of touch.
"What makes you say that?" asked Tarling. "Well," replied Whiteside, "he has been buying ledgers," and Tarling laughed. "That doesn't seem to be a very offensive proceeding," he said good-humouredly. "What sort of ledgers?" "Those heavy things which are used in big offices. You know, the sort of thing that it takes one man all his time to lift.
"What do you think of the other matter the threat against Odette?" Whiteside nodded. "There may be something in it," he said. "Certainly we cannot take risks. Has anything been heard of Stay?" Tarling told the story of the stolen taxicab. "We'll have him," said Whiteside confidently. "He'll have no pals, and without pals in the motor business it is practically impossible to get a car away."
Accompanied by Inspector Whiteside, he reexamined the flat to which the bloodstained carpet pointed unmistakably as being the scene of the murder. The red thumb prints on the bureau had been photographed and were awaiting comparison with the girl's the moment she was apprehended.
"Let me see it," said Whiteside, springing up. He went to the other's side and looked over his shoulder at the letter in his hand, and whistled. He turned a glowing face upon Tarling and gripped his chief by the shoulder. "We've got him!" he said exultantly. "We've got him as surely as if we had him in the pen!" "What do you mean?" asked Tarling.
He could use a few minutes to gas up, too. There was a pier in Seaford where he could land and get the proper grade of fuel. He taxied out, headed into the wind, and took off. Then, to confuse watchers, he headed straight for Whiteside. As he passed over the cove he saw the houseboat, anchored in the best position for watching the Spindrift-Whiteside boat course.
It was impossible that she could have carried or dragged this man into the open and put him into the car, carried him again from the car and laid him on the grass." "The daffodils puzzle me," said Whiteside. "Why should he be found with daffodils on his chest? And why, if he was murdered here, should she trouble to pay that tribute of her respect?" Tarling shook his head.
They heard his heavy footfall, and presently the door opened and he came weakly into the sitting-room and dropped into a chair. "Do you feel well enough to go out now?" asked Whiteside. "Go out?" said Milburgh, looking up in alarm. "Where am I to go?" "To Cannon Row Police Station," said the practical Whiteside.
Curiously enough, Mr Whiteside, who was about twenty-six years of age, had hitherto employed his talents in making musical instruments, though, having means of his own, he did not depend upon his labour for his subsistence. He had never been to sea, and was ignorant of the power of the ocean.
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