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It occurred about this very hour if the doctor's calculations are well founded." Theydon rose. "I shall be most interested," he said. "By the way, Mr. Furneaux, yours is a French name. Are you a Frenchman, may I ask?" "A Jersey man. You think I am adopting some of the methods of the French juge d'instruction, eh?" "No. I cannot bring myself to believe that you regard me as a murderer."
He found Furneaux seated on the lowermost step at the entrance; the Jerseyman was crying as if his heart would break, and Trenholme was trying to comfort him, but in vain. "What's up now?" inquired the Superintendent, thinking at the moment that his friend and comrade was giving way to hysteria indirectly owing to the blow he had received. Furneaux looked up.
The square of light from Mr. Grant's room is reflected in it, and any sudden increase in the illumination caused by opening the window or pulling the curtains aside would certainly have caught my eye." "You have an unshakable witness in Miss Martin," said Furneaux, stabbing a finger at Grant. "Now, I'll hurry off. You and I, Mr. Grant, meet at Philippi, otherwise known as the crowner's quest."
Am I a necromancer, a wizard, or eke a thought reader?" Trenholme favored the vexed little man with a contemplative look. "I think you are all those, and a jolly clever art critic as well," he said. Furneaux was discomfited, and Winter nearly laughed. But the matter at issue was too important to be treated with levity. "Tell us now what you saw, Mr. Trenholme," he said.
"We are not invited to the family circle, at any rate," said Winter. "Well, you will not suffer on that account," announced Tomlinson genially. "Of course, I shall not have the pleasure of sharing the meal with you, but dinner will be served at a quarter to eight. Mr. Furneaux knows his way about the house, so, with your permission, I'll leave you at present.
"We'll solve every part of the puzzle in time," said Furneaux slowly, moistening his thin lips with his tongue as if he were about to taste another glass of rare old-vintage wine. "I mentioned the fact of the gun being missing to show you how unwise you were this morning. You shouldn't have bolted off as you did when Mr. Winter requested you to remain. I haven't the least doubt, Mr.
I'll be there without fail." "Thank you. We have a good many inquiries to make in the meantime. Goodby, for the present." The two made off. Winter had done all the talking, but Theydon was far too disturbed to pay heed to the trivial fact that Furneaux, after one swift glance, seemed to regard him as a negligible quantity.
At last, having found the torch, Furneaux collected his scattered wits. "Now don't be scared and run away, you two," he said sarcastically, producing an automatic pistol. "I'm only going to tell Mr. Winter that we've bungled the job."
Winter maintained stoutly that the police must triumph in the long run, whereas Furneaux held, with even greater tenacity, that although the gang would undoubtedly be broken up, that much-desired end might have been attained after, and not before, a dire tragedy occurred in the Forbes household. The pros and cons of the argument were equally numerous and weighty. They cannot be marshaled here.
"Perhaps, taking one consideration with another, it's the best thing he could have done." "He is almost bound to enter London by the Edgware Road," said Furneaux instantly. "Just so. I noticed the make and number of his machine. A plain-clothes man on an ordinary bicycle can follow him easily from Brondesbury onwards. Time him, and get on the telephone while I keep Hilton in talk.
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