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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Drillford found on Cortelyon the papers which are missing from those which Ashton had evidently kept together with a view to proving his ward's right to the title and estates.
That diamond that Ashton used to carry about, the other ring that Ashton was wearing when he was murdered, and perhaps most important of all certain papers which he'd no doubt taken from Ashton's body." "What are they?" demanded Viner. Drillford glanced at Miss Wickham.
Ashton's property his watch, chain, the other ring, his purse, and wasn't there a pocketbook? How is it this man wasn't found in possession of them?" "Easy enough for him to hide all those things, Mr. Viner," said Drillford, with an indulgent smile. "What easier? You don't know as much of these things as I do he could quite easily plant all those articles safely during the night.
Bigglesforth, when he'd got to know the main features of the case, was willing enough to help, and your aunt immediately brought him round here to see me. And I knew at once that we'd got right there!" "Yes but how, exactly?" asked Viner. "Bigglesforth," answered Drillford, "told me that he'd supplied stationery to Dr.
If Hyde took the whole lot, do you think he would ever have been such a consummate ass as to wait until next morning to pawn that ring in Edgware Road? The idea is preposterous!" "And why, pray?" demanded Drillford, obviously nettled at the turn which the conversation was taking. "I wonder your own common sense doesn't tell you," said Viner with intentional directness.
"I'm not required to believe anything, sir, unless I've good proof of it," said Drillford with a significant smile. "If there is any mystery in this murder, well let's hope something will clear it up." Viner went away troubled and thoughtful. He remembered Hyde well enough now, though so many years had elapsed since their last meeting.
He led Viner down a corridor, through one or two locked doors, and motioning him to tread softly, drew back a sliding panel in the door of a cell and silently pointed. Viner, with a worse sickness than before, stole up and looked through the barred opening. One glance at the man sitting inside the cell, white-faced, staring at the drab, bare wall, was enough; he turned to Drillford and nodded.
Drillford nodded too, and led him back to the office. "That's the man I saw," said Viner. "Of course!" assented Drillford. "I'd no doubt of it. Well, it's been a far simpler thing than I'd dared to hope. I'll tell you how we got him.
Viner they'll have taken him to the mortuary by now, and I should like to hear what our divisional surgeon has to say, and what our people actually found on the body." As Viner and the Inspector walked into the police-station, Dr. Cortelyon came out. Drillford stopped him. "Found out anything more, Doctor?" he asked. "Nothing beyond what I said at first," replied Cortelyon.
Nothing had been seen or heard, in the way hinted at by Drillford, when, an hour later, Viner, waiting in the neighbouring police-court, was aware that the humdrum, sordid routine was about to be interrupted by something unusual.
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