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Now, put up or shut up!" Furneaux peeped in, through a door, always open, which led to the stairs. "Can I have my account, Mr. Tomlin?" he said. "I'm going to town by the next train." "You don't mean to say, Mr. Furneaux, that you are abandoning the case so soon?" broke in Ingerman. "Did I say that?" inquired the detective meekly. "No. One can't help drawing inferences occasionally."
Furneaux said nothing for some reason he did not emphasize the fact to his companion that a sentry should have been found stationed there but a sharp glance at the policeman warned the latter that he ran considerable risk of a subsequent reprimand. Conscious of rectitude, Farrow saluted, and produced his notebook. "I've just made a memo of this, sir," he said, pointing to an entry.
The whole face gives a very pleasant impression of the man, and conveys the idea that it was a good likeness. Omai, a native of Otaheite, was brought to England by Furneaux, was introduced to the King, made much of in Society, was painted by Reynolds, Dance, and Hodges, and seems to have conducted himself fairly well.
Should Fenley seem to leave London by the Edgware Road, which leads to Roxton, have him checked on the way. Here is the number of his cycle," and Winter jotted a memorandum on the back of an envelope. "What about Mr. Furneaux if I am called out almost immediately?" "Give the message to Johnston."
Had the local police been in sole charge I am bound to say you would have passed this night in a cell. Luckily for you, Mr. Furneaux and I set our faces against the notion of your guilt from the beginning. Long before we saw you, we were keeping an eye on the real criminal. When you did appear, your conduct only confirmed our belief in your innocence."
Winter, wishing devoutly that would-be sellers of horseflesh were not so numerous in the district, noted the names and addresses of the local men, and promised to write when he could make an appointment. Then he escaped upstairs, whither Furneaux soon followed. Winter had secured an extra bedroom, overlooking the river, which Tomlin had converted into a sitting-room.
"A score, if you like." "Totting up the average of the murder cases in which Furneaux and you have been engaged, in how many days do you count on spotting your man?" "Sometimes we never get him." "Oh, come a bit closer than that." "Generally, given a clear run, with an established motive, we know who he is within eight days." "Wednesday, in effect?" "Can't say, this time?"
"Well, I suppose we can do no more tonight. I have little else to tell you " "The skull the ivory skull!" put in Furneaux. For an instant an expression of annoyance flitted across the chief inspector's good-humored face. Theydon did not see it, because Furneaux's odd-sounding words caused him to look with astonishment at the man who uttered them. "An ivory skull!" he cried.
Show him in." Furneaux, looking very meek and mild, entered an apartment of the carpet-bag upholstery period. A set of six exceedingly good and rare sporting prints caught his eye. "Good day," he said, finding Elkin drinking tea, and eating a boiled egg. "You're feeling better, I'm glad to see."
"I guess Wong Li Fu will have to round you up some more," was the cryptic answer, and Handyside forthwith plunged airily into some wholly different topic. At Scotland Yard they inquired for Furneaux, and were told he had not reported at headquarters since the early afternoon.
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