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Manderton resumed, looking round the group and emphasising the "did," "was his will and this letter ..." he held up a typewritten sheet of slatey-blue paper "which, a straightforward business communication in appearance, was in reality a threat against his life. It was with these two documents that Mr. Parrish spent the last few hours before he was found dead in this room.
Robin laughed cynically. "Manderton doesn't worry me any," he said cheerfully. "The man's the victim of an idee fixe. He believes Parrish killed himself just as firmly as he believes that I frightened or bullied Parrish into doing it ..." "Don't be too sure about that, Robin," said the boy, dropping the curtain and coming back to Robin's chair. "He may want you to think that.
Manderton," she said, "if you are satisfied, then, believe me, I am!" The detective bowed. "Miss Trevert," he said, and he spoke perfectly respectfully though his words were blunt, "I can well believe that!" The girl looked up quickly. She scanned his face rather apprehensively. "What do you mean?" she asked, "I don't understand...."
That will leave me time to get my passport stamped at the Dutch Consulate, to catch the air mail, and be in Rotterdam by tea-time! And, Manderton, I shall go to the Grand Hotel. That's where my friend stopped. Wire me there if there's any news ..."
Parrish had a Maxim silencer on his gun ..." Mr. Manderton was now thoroughly alert. "How did you find that out?" he asked. "Jay, Parrish's man, came forward and volunteered this evidence ..." "He said nothing about it when I questioned him," grumbled the detective. Robin laughed.
They had reached the lodge-gates at the beginning of the drive and turned to retrace their steps to the house. "Then we shall never know exactly why Mr. Parrish did this thing?" hazarded Mary. Mr. Manderton darted her a surreptitious glance. "We shall see about that," he said. There was menace in his voice. Mary Trevert stopped. She put her hand on the detective's arm. "Mr.
"If you will come to Harkings with me the day after to-morrow, sir, I shall hope to show you exactly how Mr. Parrish met his death ..." "No, no, Manderton," responded the Chief; "I can't leave here for a bit. There are bigger murderers than Jeekes at liberty in Holland to-day ..." The detective slapped his thigh.
Robin led the way boldly under the porch and laid a hand on the doorknob. The door opened easily and the next moment the four men were in the hall. As Robin moved to the wall to find the electric light switch, a torch was silently thrust into his hand. "Better have this, sir," whispered Manderton.
"And what about the evidence of Bude, who said he heard voices in the library...." Mr. Manderton gave his shoulders the merest suspicion of a shrug, raised his hands, and dropped them to his sides. "I had hoped, my lady," he said, throwing a glance at Lady Margaret, "and you, Miss, that I had made it clear that in the circumstances we need not pursue that matter any further...."
You mustn't say you come from me. And if you ask boldly for the letter, they won't give it to you. Jeekes might, if he's there and you approach him cautiously. But, for Heaven's sake, don't try any diplomacy on Manderton ... that's the Scotland Yard man. He's as wary as a fox and sharp as needles." Bruce Wright buttoned up his coat with an air of finality.
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