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There's two men that I know of who are dead in love with Mrs, Embury and I daresay there are a lot more, who can see a silver lining in this cloud!" "What what do you mean?" Shane was fascinated by the lovely personality of Mrs, Desternay, and he began to think that she might be of some real help to him.
These are merely and only that he is to follow Hanlon, keeping a few steps behind him, and mentally will the blindfolded man to go in the right direction to find the hidden knife." "Isn't it wonderful, Sanford," breathed Miss Abby, her eyes shining with the delight of the mystery. "Poppycock!" and Embury smiled at her as a gullible child.
"Yes," agreed Hendricks; "that must have been the way of it. Dr. Crowell, if you're sure this is a a oh, it isn't! Who would kill Embury? Your theory presupposes a motive. What was it? Robbery? Is anything missing?" Nobody could answer this question, and Ferdinand, as one familiar with his master's belongings was sent into the room of death to investigate.
Yourself, Mrs. Embury." The arraignment was complete. Driscoll's quiet, even tones carried a sort of calm conviction. "And so, Eunice," Mason Elliott spoke up, "I'm going to try one more chance. I've persuaded Mr. Driscoll to wait a day or two before progressing any further, and let me get Fleming Stone on this case." "Very well," said Eunice, listlessly. "Who is he?" "A celebrated detective. Mr.
Go ahead." "Here goes, then," Fibsy made a quick decision, that Hanlon was too keen to stand for any lie. "I'm engaged on the Embury murder case." "I know that's true though it's hard to believe." Fibsy chose to ignore this dig, and went on. "I'm here because I want to see how you're mixed up in it." "Oh, you do! Why not ask me?" "All right, I ask you.
When his wife grew angry, Sanford Embury grew more so and by harder words and more scathing sarcasms he as he expressed it took the wind out of her sails and rendered her helplessly vanquished. And yet they were a congenial pair. Their tastes were similar; they liked the same people, the same books, the same plays.
Stone, those footmen pick up a lot of information overhearing here and there and from the private servants kept by the tenants." "That's true, Fibs; there must be a mine of information available in that way." "There is, sir. And I caught onto a good deal and specially, I learned that Mr. Patterson is in the faction or whatever you call it that didn't want Mr. Embury to be president of that club."
We came home together Mr. Embury called for me in our own car. On reaching home, we had no angry words and as it was late, we retired at once. That is all. Mr. Embury closed the door between our bedrooms, and that is the last I ever saw of him until this morning " She did not break down, but she seemed to think she had told all and she ceased speaking. "And then he was dead," Shane mused.
But Mrs, Embury in that case, where is the intruder now? How did he get out?" "Rubbish!" cried Miss Ames, caustically. "There never was any intruder I mean, not in our rooms. Ridiculous! Of course, the doors were not locked they were unintentionally left open I don't believe they're locked half the time! and your intruder came in through these other rooms."
They were both fond of entertaining and never was there a word of protest from him as to the amounts charged by florists and caterers. And yet, by reason of some crank, crotchet or perverse notion, Embury was unwilling to give his wife what is known as "pin money."
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