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He thought he had heard a low moan, and catching the eye of Whiteside, he saw that the Scotland Yard man had detected the same sound. "Sounds like somebody groaning," he said. "Listen!" He bent his head and waited, and presently it came again. In two strides Tarling was at the door of Ling Chu's sleeping place, but it was locked. He stooped to the key-hole and listened, and again heard the moan.
"That's curious," said Whiteside, pointing to the sideboard, and Tarling saw a deep glass vase half filled with daffodils. Two or three blossoms had either fallen or had been pulled out, and were lying, shrivelled and dead, on the polished surface of the sideboard. "Humph!" said Tarling. "I don't like this very much."
"This is remarkable," said Whiteside, and read "When the patient escaped, he had bare feet. He takes a very small size in shoes, probably four or five. A kitchen knife is missing and the patient may be armed. Boot-makers should be warned...." "Bare feet!" Tarling rose from the table with a frown on his face. "Sam Stay hated Odette Rider." The two men exchanged glances.
"He had queer tastes a bad poet, as is evidenced by his one slim volume of verse. He was a poseur, proof of which is to be found in his patronage of Sam Stay who, by the way, has escaped from the lunatic asylum; I suppose you know that?" "I know that," said Tarling. "Go on." "Lyne falls in love with a pretty girl in his employ," continued Whiteside.
It was half-past seven when the little parcel was deposited on Tarling's table. He stripped the package of its paper, opened the lid of the cardboard box, and took out a distorted-looking slipper which had seen better days. "A woman's, undoubtedly," he said. "Do you note the crescent-shaped heel." "Look!" said Whiteside, pointing to some stains on the whitey-brown inner sock.
Whiteside was at home, and, under his skillful treatment Tom was soon out of danger. His heart action was properly started, and then it was only a question of time. As the doctor had plenty of room it was decided to let the lad remain that night, and Tom was soon installed in a spare bedroom, with the doctor's pretty daughter to wait on him occasionally.
"Atom bomb ticking in the library or something?" Barby made a heroic effort to be casual. "I just thought you might be interested. The houseboat is anchored in North Cove." Rick was very much interested! North Cove was between Spindrift and Whiteside pier. He felt a tingle of excitement. Was the enemy closing in? "Did you see it?" he asked. "No, but Dad did.
How long was it since he had sat him down at such a board as this, and tasted bread, pure and sweet and wholesome, such as cannot be bought in shops, with the fruit of the moor for condiment? "I doubt it's hard," said Mrs. Whiteside commiseratingly, "and you're not eatin' a bit neither, mother. Come, fall to." "Eh, I canna eat nought fur thinkin' o' yon lad o' mine.
"What is it?" asked Whiteside, but the other shook his head. He was not for the moment prepared to reveal his theory. Whiteside leaned back in his chair and for a moment cogitated. "The case from the very beginning is full of contradictions," he said. "Thornton Lyne was a rich man by-the-way, you're a rich man, now, Tarling, and I must treat you with respect." Tarling smiled. "Go on," he said.
Three fourths of the company to which Lincoln belonged ranged themselves with him, and long afterward he used to say that no other success in life had given him such pleasure as did this one. The company was attached to the Fourth Illinois Regiment, commanded by Colonel Samuel Thompson, in the brigade of General Samuel Whiteside.
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