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Whiteside became the brilliant parliamentary orator and Chief Justice; Tennant a baronet and Governor of Ceylon; and Forster himself the distinguished writer and critic, the friend and biographer of Dickens. It was a remarkable trio certainly. Chitty, the veteran conveyancer, his old master, he never forgot, and was always delighted to have him to dinner, to do him honour in every way.
I'm for down-town now; and I will communicate with you at the earliest moment. Meanwhile, the man is in your charge." "Yes, Mr. Harleston!" Whiteside answered. "I want some breakfast!" snapped Crenshaw. "The officer will order from the cafe whatever you wish," Harleston replied; and picking up his stick he departed, the letter and the photograph in the sealed envelope in his inside pocket.
After inspecting the coast from Seaford past Spindrift to the more populated areas on the north, Rick swung inland to inspect the woods near Whiteside. He didn't know exactly what to look for, except possibly unexplained campfires that could be investigated later. He landed at Spindrift and went at once to the house. Cap'n Mike didn't have a phone, but Rick knew how to get a message to him.
He come runnin' in so proud wi's hands in's pockets. 'I'm a gradely mon now, he says, 'same's my feyther." She dropped his hands and wiped her eyes. "My word, mother," said Mrs. Whiteside reprovingly, "how ye do run on! Was my brother well, mester, when ye see him last?" "Quite well," responded the stranger gruffly. "Well and hearty." "Thank God for that!" cried the old woman.
The Whiteside Morning Record was in the heart of town, only a block away. Next to the parking lot was a hardware store where Rick planned to buy batteries, and diagonally across the street was the Sports Center. Nothing in Whiteside was far from anything else; it was a typical small town. It took only a moment to buy a box of batteries; they were the type used in hearing aids.
"I'm sure," put in Mrs. Whiteside indignantly, "I can't think what you're droppin' hints o' that mak' for, sir. A woman has to follow her husband, an' when his business takes him to London he takes her too. Doin' very well, he is, i' th' coal business, an' I'm sure I make my mother as comfortable an' as happy as I can.
Whiteside was for thirty years principal of the Ivy Street school and during the first ten years of the existence of the State Association she was the only teacher who dared avow herself a member, as the very name of suffrage was so odious to the public.
"Then a woman and a man came; then the bare-footed one came, because the blood is over the first women's footmarks." "How do you know which was the first woman and which was the second?" asked Whiteside, interested in spite of himself. "The first woman's foot was wet," said Ling Chu. "But there had been no rain," said the detective in triumph.
"You're excused until morning," said the Chief curtly. The detective saluted and went out. "I am exceedingly sorry I overlooked Whiteside when I escaped from Crenshaw's garrote in the Chateau," Harleston remarked. "The simple fact is, I clean forgot him until I was talking with you on the telephone." "It's just as well, Mr. Harleston," Ranleigh replied. "It served him right.
"To be exact," corrected Whiteside, "it was discovered by Lyne's valet a man named Cole, who seems to be a very honest person, against whom no suspicion could be attached. I had him here this morning early to make further inquiries into Lyne's movements on the night of the murder. He's in the next room, by-the-way. I'll bring him in."
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