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"Then I'll cheer your melancholy with a bit of real news brightened by imagination," answered Furneaux promptly. "Hilton Fenley couldn't have fired the rifle himself, except by certain bizarre means which I shall lay before the court later; but he planned and contrived the murder, down to the smallest detail.
With his letter two cuttings were enclosed his two messages already published. As I looked at them again a thought flashed across me. Now I knew how it came about that my impenetrable disguise had been discovered. Now I knew how it came about that Alphonse Furneaux had been released from the room where Preston had locked him in his flat.
"Do you want me to believe that he is liable to attack me?" demanded the girl, her naturally courageous spirit coming to her aid. "I do," said Furneaux, speaking with marked earnestness. "Yet you ask me to endure his company if he chooses to force himself on me?" "For a few days." "But it may be a few years?" "No. That is not to be thought of. Leave it to me to devise a way.
Glancing at his watch, he rose when Theydon's revelations came to an end. "I'll just go and ring up the Yard," he said. "There may be news. When Furneaux starts off in full cry it is a wary fox that escapes him. I only wish you and I had traveled from Victoria in company, Mr. Theydon; Wong Li Fu would now have been in custody. However, we'll get him.
Somewhat wonderingly, Elkin rang the bell once more, gave the necessary instructions, and the room was cleared of its art. He was quite sure now that Furneaux was, as he put it, "dotty." The latter, however, sat and enjoyed his tea as though well pleased with his bargain.
He couldn't be in his bedroom and in the Quarry Wood, four hundred yards away, at one and the same moment." Furneaux gazed fixedly at his friend's forehead, presumably the seat of reason. "Sometimes, James, you make me gasp with an amazed admiration," he cooed. "You do, really. You arrive at the same conclusion as I, a thinker, without any semblance of thought process on your part.
"Laying another ghost one with whiskers," said Hart coolly. "I got him, too, I think." "You must be mad, mad!" shrieked the detective, tearing open the window, and vanishing. "For Heaven's sake, Wally, no more shooting!" cried Grant, running after Furneaux. Minnie and her mother appeared at the dining-room door. Finding the place in semi-obscurity, and reeking with gunpowder, they screamed loudly.
It will be an easy thing. If we make a mistake, I bear the responsibility. Now, keep still as mice when they hear a cat." One of the men giggled. Both constables had met Furneaux in the local police station that afternoon, as he had asked the Inspector to parade the pair who would be on duty during the night.
But he made matters easy by pressing Theydon to come and see him on the morrow, either at his office in Old Broad Street or at his residence. On the whole, Theydon did not care who heard what he had said, but it was a relief to find that he had to ring for readmission to No. 17. Furneaux opened the door.
"I'm to behave. Am I to regard myself as a decoy duck?" "A duck, anyhow." She laughed lightly. Furneaux would vouchsafe no further information, it would appear. For a girl of nineteen, Doris was uncommonly gifted with clear, analytical reasoning powers. The detective returned to the Hare and Hounds, and went upstairs. He met Peters on the landing. "The devil!" he cried.
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