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Updated: June 16, 2025
"You wrote a note to Miss Trevert at her hotel warning her that she was in danger. I want to know why you warned her. What led you to suppose that she was threatened?" Herr Schulz made a little gesture of the hand. "Wass I not right to warn her?" "Indeed, you were," Robin asserted with conviction. "She was spirited away and drugged." The German started.
"My name is Greve," he began rather hurriedly. "I understand you received a visit to-day from a young English lady, a Miss Trevert ..." The German let his eyes travel slowly from Robin to the doctor and back again. He did not offer them a chair and all three remained standing. "Ye-es, and what if I did?" Robin felt his temper rising.
"Of Rotterdam?" enquired the other sharply. "That's right! Do you know them?" "I've heard the name. They do a big business. But hadn't Miss Trevert better tell her story herself?" Mary told him of the death of Hartley Parrish and of the letter she had found upon his desk. She said nothing of the part played by Robin Greve. "Hmph!" said Dulkinghorn. "You think it might be blackmail, eh?
"There's only one possible explanation, I think," Robin went on, "and that is that Parrish was shot by a pistol of exactly the same calibre as his own. For the murderer to have killed Parrish with his own weapon would have been difficult without a struggle. But Miss Trevert heard no struggle.
He felt against his wrist the warm softness of her travelling-coat, and it seemed to him that, though the girl made no sign, some slight answering pressure met his touch. So they leaned upon the rail for a space watching the water fall hissing from the vessel's side as the steamer, jarring and quivering, met the long steady roll from the open sea. Then Mary Trevert spoke.
Parrish has left directions for the payment of an allowance I may say, a most handsome allowance to Lady Margaret Trevert during her ladyship's lifetime. This is a provision over which Miss Trevert's decision, of course, can have no influence. I would only remark that, according to Mr.
He cleared the sofa with a sweep of his arm which sent the books flying on to the floor. "Ernest," said MacTavish, "I want you to give Miss Trevert here a letter to some reliable fellow in Rotterdam who can assist her in making a few enquiries of a very delicate nature!" "What sort of enquiries?" asked Dulkinghorn bluntly. "About a firm called Elias van der Spyck," replied Euan.
A wooden fence ran down it on either side, with doors at intervals apparently giving on the back yards of the houses in the street. There was no sign of Mr. Jeekes's double, so she retraced her steps and returned to her hotel without further incident. She had not been back more than half an hour when a waiter came in to the lounge where she was sitting. "Miss Trevert?" he said.
Greve obtained in Rotterdam, but I have reason to believe that he kept his interest in Hornaway's and his ahem! other activities entirely separate. If this can be definitely established to my own satisfaction and to yours, my dear Miss Trevert, I see no reason why you should not modify your decision at least in respect of Mr. Parrish's interest in Hornaway's."
But it was into a house in turmoil that Mary Trevert stepped when she left the drawing-room and passed along the corridor to go to her room. Doors slammed and there was the heavy thud of footsteps on the floor above. The glass door leading into the gardens was open, as Mary passed it, swinging in the gusts of cold rain.
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