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I would have given it to you at Harkings, but I shoved it in my pocket and forgot all about it until I was in the train coming up to town this morning." Mr. Manderton took the sheet of paper, turned it over, and held it up to the light. Then, without comment, he put it away in the pocket of his jacket. "If Parrish killed himself," Robin went on earnestly, "that letter drove him to it.
Jay looked somewhat uncomfortable. "No, sir." "Why not?" Jay looked at Mary Trevert. "Well, sir, I thought perhaps I'd better tell Miss Trevert first. Bude thought so, too. That there Manderton has made so much unpleasantness in the house with his prying ways that I said to myself, sir ..." Bruce Wright looked at Mary.
Lady Margaret bowed to signify that the interview was at an end. But Mary Trevert left her side and walked to the door. "Will you come downstairs with me, Mr. Manderton," she said. "I should like to speak to you alone for a minute!" She led the way downstairs through the hall and out into the drive.
His was a name to conjure with among the criminal classes, and his career was starred with various sensational tussles with desperate criminals, for Detective-Inspector Manderton, when engaged on a case, invariably "took a hand himself," as he phrased it, when an arrest was to be made.
You stay here and I'll ring you later if there's any news. What do you make of it, Mr. Greve?" "It beats me," was Robin's rueful comment. "And what about the inquest? It's for Tuesday, isn't it? Miss Trevert will have to give evidence, I take it?..." "Oh," said Mr. Manderton, picking up his hat and speaking in an offhand way, "I'm getting that adjourned for a week!" "The inquest adjourned! Why?"
"With the door shut no," answered the detective shortly. "But with the door open ..." He broke off significantly and dropped his eyes to his boots. "Would it be troubling you," Robin struck in, "if we pushed your experiment one step farther?" Manderton lifted his eyes and looked at the young man, Robin met his gaze unflinchingly. "Well?"
Bude looked round wildly. His large, fish-like mouth twitched, and he made a few feeble gestures with his hands. "It was only perhaps an idea of mine, sir," he stammered, "just a sort of idea ... I dare say I was mistaken. My hearing ain't what it was, sir...." "Don't you try to hoodwink me," said Manderton, with sudden ferocity, knitting his brows and frowning at the unfortunate butler.
Parrish's finger-prints on the inside of the window-frame. Outside we found other finger-prints ... Sir Horace's. Sir Horace was good enough to allow his to be taken." The girl looked at the detective quickly. "Were there any other finger-prints except Horace's on the outside?" she asked. Mr. Manderton shook his head. "No, Miss," he answered.
Mary remained in the hall with Manderton while Robin and the Dutch detective went over the house. There was no trace either of Marbran or of the chauffeur. In the two bedrooms which showed signs of occupation the beds had been made up, but the ward-robes were empty. "Marbran's made a bolt for it," said Robin, coming into the office where he had left the Chief, "and taken everything with him ..."
"The police don't know about it yet," replied Bruce; "at least they didn't when I left." Robin shook his head dubiously. "If the servants know it, Manderton will worm it out of them. Hasn't he cross-examined Jay?" "Yes," said Bruce. "But he got nothing out of him about this. Manderton seems to have put everybody's back up. He gets nothing out of the servants ..."
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