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【英文原版】甲壳虫(The Beetle) / Richard Marsh [复制链接]

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Book IV. In Pursuit +pcpb)VL  
Chapter XL. What Miss Coleman Saw Through the Window S: IhJQ4K  
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  As Miss Coleman had paused, as if her narrative was approaching a conclusion, I judged it expedient to make an attempt to bring the record as quickly as possible up to date. OPVF)@"ptM  
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'I take it, Miss Coleman, that you have observed what has occurred in the house to-day.' BlwAD  
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She tightened her nut-cracker jaws and glared at me disdainfully, --her dignity was ruffled. o >wty3l:  
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'I'm coming to it, aren't I?--if you'll let me. If you've got no manners I'll learn you some. One doesn't like to be hurried at my time of life, young man.' wZUZ"Y}9  
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I was meekly silent;--plainly, if she was to talk, every one else must listen. cy64xR BB  
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'During the last few days there have been some queer goings on over the road,--out of the common queer, I mean, for goodness knows that they always have been queer enough. That Arab party has been flitting about like a creature possessed,--I've seen him going in and out twenty times a day. This morning--' `.g'bZ<v/  
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She paused,--to fix her eyes on Lessingham. She apparently observed his growing interest as she approached the subject which had brought us there,--and resented it. k*r G^imX  
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'Don't look at me like that, young man, because I won't have it. And as for questions, I may answer questions when I'm done, but don't you dare to ask me one before, because I won't be interrupted.' g)}q3-<AK>  
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Up to then Lessingham had not spoken a word,--but it seemed as if she was endowed with the faculty of perceiving the huge volume of the words which he had left unuttered. \SBAk h  
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'This morning--as I've said already,--' she glanced at Lessingham as if she defied his contradiction--'when that Arab party came home it was just on the stroke of seven. I know what was the exact time because, when I went to the door to the milkman, my clock was striking the half hour, and I always keep it thirty minutes fast. As I was taking the milk, the man said to me, "Hollo, Miss Coleman, here's your friend coming along." "What friend?" I says, --for I ain't got no friends, as I know, round here, nor yet, I hope no enemies neither. U\q?tvn'J  
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'And I looks round, and there was the Arab party coming tearing down the road, his bedcover thing all flying in the wind, and his arms straight out in front of him,--I never did see anyone go at such a pace. "My goodness," I says, "I wonder he don't do himself an injury." "I wonder someone else don't do him an injury," says the milkman. "The very sight of him is enough to make my milk go sour." And he picked up his pail and went away quite grumpy,-- though what that Arab party's done to him is more than I can say. --I have always noticed that milkman's temper's short like his measure. I wasn't best pleased with him for speaking of that Arab party as my friend, which he never has been, and never won't be, and never could be neither. 9z(h8H  
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'Five persons went to the house after the milkman was gone, and that there Arab party was safe inside,--three of them was commercials, that I know, because afterwards they came to me. But of course they none of them got no chance with that there Arab party except of hammering at his front door, which ain't what you might call a paying game, nor nice for the temper but for that I don't blame him, for if once those commercials do begin talking they'll talk for ever. 0N3S@l#,\A  
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'Now I'm coming to this afternoon.' T1r^.;I:  
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I thought it was about time,--though for the life of me, I did not dare to hint as much. ;1 02ddRV  
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'Well, it might have been three, or it might have been half past, anyhow it was thereabouts, when up there comes two men and a woman, which one of the men was that young man what's a friend of yours. "Oh," I says to myself, "here's something new in callers, I wonder what it is they're wanting." That young man what was a friend of yours, he starts hammering, and hammering, as the custom was with every one who came, and, as usual, no more notice was taken of him than nothing,--though I knew that all the time the Arab party was indoors.' Dyj5a($9"{  
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At this point I felt that at all hazards I must interpose a question. RTNUHz;{L  
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'You are sure he was indoors?' qbkvwL9  
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She took it better than I feared she might. hZ.Sj~> 7`  
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'Of course I'm sure,--hadn't I seen him come in at seven, and he never hadn't gone out since, for I don't believe that I'd taken my eyes off the place not for two minutes together, and I'd never had a sight of him. If he wasn't indoors, where was he then?' 0[xum  
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For the moment, so far as I was concerned, the query was unanswerable. She triumphantly continued: 4/S 4bk*8  
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'Instead of doing what most did, when they'd had enough of hammering, and going away, these three they went round to the back, and I'm blessed if they mustn't have got through the kitchen window, woman and all, for all of a sudden the blind in the front room was pulled not up, but down--dragged down it was, and there was that young man what's a friend of yours standing with it in his hand. 05LVfgJ'q  
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'"Well," I says to myself, "if that ain't cool I should like to know what is. If, when you ain't let in, you can let yourself in, and that without so much as saying by your leave, or with your leave, things is coming to a pretty pass. Wherever can that Arab party be, and whatever can he be thinking of, to let them go on like that because that he's the sort to allow a liberty to be took with him, and say nothing, I don't believe." u&/q7EBfP  
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'Every moment I expects to hear a noise and see a row begin, but, so far as I could make out, all was quiet and there wasn't nothing of the kind. So I says to myself, "There's more in this than meets the eye, and them three parties must have right upon their side, or they wouldn't be doing what they are doing in the way they are, there'd be a shindy." L@HPU;<  
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'Presently, in about five minutes, the front door opens, and a young man--not the one what's your friend, but the other--comes sailing out, and through the gate, and down the road, as stiff and upright as a grenadier,--I never see anyone walk more upright, and few as fast. At his heels comes the young man what is your friend, and it seems to me that he couldn't make out what this other was a-doing of. I says to myself, "There's been a quarrel between them two, and him as has gone has hooked it." This young man what is your friend he stood at the gate, all of a fidget, staring after the other with all his eyes, as if he couldn't think what to make of him, and the young woman, she stood on the doorstep, staring after him too. /x,gdZPX  
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'As the young man what had hooked it turned the corner, and was out of sight, all at once your friend he seemed to make up his mind, and he started off running as hard as he could pelt,--and the young woman was left alone. I expected, every minute, to see him come back with the other young man, and the young woman, by the way she hung about the gate, she seemed to expect it too. But no, nothing of the kind. So when, as I expect, she'd had enough of waiting, she went into the house again, and I see her pass the front room window. After a while, back she comes to the gate, and stands looking and looking, but nothing was to be seen of either of them young men. When she'd been at the gate, I daresay five minutes, back she goes into the house,--and I never saw nothing of her again.' Gdmh#pv  
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'You never saw anything of her again?--Are you sure she went back into the house?' Py7!_TX  
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'As sure as I am that I see you.' S Y\ UuZ  
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'I suppose that you didn't keep a constant watch upon the premises?' Jf\lnJTyU8  
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'But that's just what I did do. I felt something queer was going on, and I made up my mind to see it through. And when I make up my mind to a thing like that I'm not easy to turn aside. I never moved off the chair at my bedroom window, and I never took my eyes off the house, not till you come knocking at my front door.' 8 vNgePn  
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'But, since the young lady is certainly not in the house at present, she must have eluded your observation, and, in some manner, have left it without your seeing her.' >}QRMn|@H  
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'I don't believe she did, I don't see how she could have done,-- there's something queer about that house, since that Arab party's been inside it. But though I didn't see her, I did see someone else.' P8NKp O\  
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'Who was that?' c 5P52_@  
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'A young man.' +WPi}  
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'Yes, a young man, and that's what puzzled me, and what's been puzzling me ever since, for see him go in I never did do.' h(/|`   
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'Can you describe him?' P\2QH@p@t  
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'Not as to the face, for he wore a dirty cloth cap pulled down right over it, and he walked so quickly that I never had a proper look. But I should know him anywhere if I saw him, if only because of his clothes and his walk.' ;OdUH   
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'What was there peculiar about his clothes and his walk?' Ft>ixn  
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'Why, his clothes were that old, and torn, and dirty, that a ragman wouldn't have given a thank you for them,--and as for fit, --there wasn't none, they hung upon him like a scarecrow--he was a regular figure of fun; I should think the boys would call after him if they saw him in the street. As for his walk, he walked off just like the first young man had done, he strutted along with his shoulders back, and his head in the air, and that stiff and straight that my kitchen poker would have looked crooked beside of him.' &1?Q]ZRp  
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'Did nothing happen to attract your attention between the young lady's going back into the house and the coming out of this young man?' 7dakj>JM  
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Miss Coleman cogitated. i3~!ofTb  
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'Now you mention it there did,--though I should have forgotten all about it if you hadn't asked me,--that comes of your not letting me tell the tale in my own way. About twenty minutes after the young woman had gone in someone put up the blind in the front room, which that young man had dragged right down, I couldn't see who it was for the blind was between us, and it was about ten minutes after that that young man came marching out.' UtutdkaS  
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'And then what followed?' 6?lg 6a/eO  
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'Why, in about another ten minutes that Arab party himself comes scooting through the door.' L1xD$wl  
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'The Arab party?' }tZAU\z  
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'Yes, the Arab party! The sight of him took me clean aback. Where he'd been, and what he'd been doing with himself while them there people played hi-spy-hi about his premises I'd have given a shilling out of my pocket to have known, but there he was, as large as life, and carrying a bundle.' r)]CZ])  
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'A bundle?' XQJ^)d00h  
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'A bundle, on his head, like a muffin-man carries his tray. It was a great thing, you never would have thought he could have carried it, and it was easy to see that it was as much as he could manage; it bent him nearly double, and he went crawling along like a snail,--it took him quite a time to get to the end of the road.' i$JG^6,O  
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Mr Lessingham leaped up from his seat, crying, 'Marjorie was in that bundle!' UbY~xs7_  
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'I doubt it,' I said. YY#s=  
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He moved about the room distractedly, wringing his hands. M82.khm~jM  
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'She was! she must have been! God help us all!' B$cOssl  
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'I repeat that I doubt it. If you will be advised by me you will wait awhile before you arrive at any such conclusion.' F"!agc2!  
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All at once there was a tapping at the window pane. Atherton was staring at us from without. %;7.9%  
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He shouted through the glass, 'Come out of that, you fossils!-- I've news for you!' V>Fesm"aq  
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Book IV. In Pursuit X ><?F|#7T  
Chapter XLI. The Constable,--His Clue,--and the Cab 'VlDh`<W  
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  Miss Coleman, getting up in a fluster, went hurrying to the door. =W BTm  
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'I won't have that young man in my house. I won't have him! Don't let him dare to put his nose across my doorstep.' j"'(sW-  
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I endeavoured to appease her perturbation. MvWaB  
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'I promise you that he shall not come in, Miss Coleman. My friend here, and I, will go and speak to him outside.' JA'h4AXk  
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She held the front door open just wide enough to enable Lessingham and me to slip through, then she shut it after us with a bang. She evidently had a strong objection to any intrusion on Sydney's part. k-HCeZ  
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Standing just without the gate he saluted us with a characteristic vigour which was scarcely flattering to our late hostess. Behind him was a constable. LwK+:4$  
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'I hope you two have been mewed in with that old pussy long enough. While you've been tittle-tattling I've been doing,--listen to what this bobby's got to say.' +Wx{:  
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The constable, his thumbs thrust inside his belt, wore an indulgent smile upon his countenance. He seemed to find Sydney amusing. He spoke in a deep bass voice,--as if it issued from his boots. >^Yq|~[  
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'I don't know that I've got anything to say. $F/EJ>  
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It was plain that Sydney thought otherwise. %"X-&1vV  
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'You wait till I've given this pretty pair of gossips a lead, officer, then I'll trot you out.' He turned to us. 7Mx6  
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'After I'd poked my nose into every dashed hole in that infernal den, and been rewarded with nothing but a pain in the back for my trouble, I stood cooling my heels on the doorstep, wondering if I should fight the cabman, or get him to fight me, just to pass the time away,--for he says he can box, and he looks it,--when who should come strolling along but this magnificent example of the metropolitan constabulary.' He waved his hand towards the policeman, whose grin grew wider. 'I looked at him, and he looked at me, and then when we'd had enough of admiring each other's fine features and striking proportions, he said to me, "Has he gone?" I said, "Who?--Baxter?--or Bob Brown?" He said, "No, the Arab." I said, "What do you know about any Arab?" He said, "Well, I saw him in the Broadway about three-quarters of an hour ago, and then, seeing you here, and the house all open, I wondered if he had gone for good." With that I almost jumped out of my skin, though you can bet your life I never showed it. I said, "How do you know it was he?" He said, "It was him right enough, there's no doubt about that. If you've seen him once, you're not likely to forget him." "Where was he going?" "He was talking to a cabman,--four-wheeler. He'd got a great bundle on his head,--wanted to take it inside with him. Cabman didn't seem to see it." That was enough for me,-- I picked this most deserving officer up in my arms, and carried him across the road to you two fellows like a flash of lightning.' + q''y  
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Since the policeman was six feet three or four, and more than sufficiently broad in proportion, his scarcely seemed the kind of figure to be picked up in anybody's arms and carried like a 'flash of lightning,' which,--as his smile grew more indulgent, he himself appeared to think. `BnP[jF  
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Still, even allowing for Atherton's exaggeration, the news which he had brought was sufficiently important. I questioned the constable upon my own account. oA~4p(  
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'There is my card, officer, probably, before the day is over, a charge of a very serious character will be preferred against the person who has been residing in the house over the way. In the meantime it is of the utmost importance that a watch should be kept upon his movements. I suppose you have no sort of doubt that the person you saw in the Broadway was the one in question?' yx0Q+Sm1:  
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'Not a morsel. I know him as well as I do my own brother,--we all do upon this beat. He's known amongst us as the Arab. I've had my eye on him ever since he came to the place. A queer fish he is. I always have said that he's up to some game or other. I never came across one like him for flying about in all sorts of weather, at all hours of the night, always tearing along as if for his life. As I was telling this gentleman I saw him in the Broadway,--well, now it's about an hour since, perhaps a little more. I was coming on duty when I saw a crowd in front of the District Railway Station,--and there was the Arab, having a sort of argument with the cabman. He had a great bundle on his head, five or six feet long, perhaps longer. He wanted to take this great bundle with him into the cab, and the cabman, he didn't see it.' l7Lj[d<n  
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'You didn't wait to see him drive off.' %|jzEBz@  
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'No,--I hadn't time. I was due at the station,--I was cutting it pretty fine as it was.' u6p5:oJj,  
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'You didn't speak to him,--or to the cabman?' l3BD <PB2S  
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'No, it wasn't any business of mine you understand. The whole thing just caught my eye as I was passing.' c%jsu"  
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'And you didn't take the cabman's number?' 3%_ 4+zd  
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'No, well, as far as that goes it wasn't needful. I know the cabman, his name and all about him, his stable's in Bradmore.' h9w@oRp`~  
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I whipped out my note-book. jf$JaY  
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'Give me his address.' *23m-  
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'I don't know what his Christian name is, Tom, I believe, but I'm not sure. Anyhow his surname's Ellis and his address is Church Mews, St John's Road, Bradmore,--I don't know his number, but any one will tell you which is his place, if you ask for Four-Wheel Ellis,--that's the name he's known by among his pals because of his driving a four-wheeler.' bR>o!(M'Z\  
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'Thank you, officer. I am obliged to you.' Two half-crowns changed hands. 'If you will keep an eye on the house and advise me at the address which you will find on my card, of any thing which takes place there during the next few days, you will do me a service.' WTV3p,;6a  
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We had clambered back into the hansom, the driver was just about to start, when the constable was struck by a sudden thought. DmXDg7y7s  
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'One moment, sir,--blessed if I wasn't going to forget the most important bit of all. I did hear him tell Ellis where to drive him to,--he kept saying it over and over again, in that queer lingo of his. "Waterloo Railway Station, Waterloo Railway Station." "All right," said Ellis, "I'll drive you to Waterloo Railway Station right enough, only I'm not going to have that bundle of yours inside my cab. There isn't room for it, so you put it on the roof." "To Waterloo Railway Station," said the Arab, "I take my bundle with me to Waterloo Railway Station,--I take it with me." "Who says you don't take it with you?" said Ellis. "You can take it, and twenty more besides, for all I care, only you don't take it inside my cab,--put it on the roof." "I take it with me to Waterloo Railway Station," said the Arab, and there they were, wrangling and jangling, and neither seeming to be able to make out what the other was after, and the people all laughing.' '.h/Y/oz  
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'Waterloo Railway Station,--you are sure that was what he said?' %B {D  
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'I'll take my oath to it, because I said to myself, when I heard it, "I wonder what you'll have to pay for that little lot, for the District Railway Station's outside the four-mile radius."' As we drove off I was inclined to ask myself, a little bitterly--and perhaps unjustly--if it were not characteristic of the average London policeman to almost forget the most important part of his information,--at any rate to leave it to the last and only to bring it to the front on having his palm crossed with silver. |7'yk__m  
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As the hansom bowled along we three had what occasionally approached a warm discussion. :Ye#NPOI  
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'Marjorie was in that bundle,' began Lessingham, in the most lugubrious of tones, and with the most woe-begone of faces. {_X1&&>8/  
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'I doubt it,' I observed. QRh4f\fY  
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'She was,--I feel it,--I know it. She was either dead and mutilated, or gagged and drugged and helpless. All that remains is vengeance.' Qbpl$L  
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'I repeat that I doubt it.' 'J0s%m|j  
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Atherton struck in. P]{.e UB@c  
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'I am bound to say, with the best will in the world to think otherwise, that I agree with Lessingham.' Lf M(DK  
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'You are wrong.' t}l<#X5  
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'It's all very well for you to talk in that cock-sure way, but it's easier for you to say I'm wrong than to prove it. If I am wrong, and if Lessingham's wrong, how do you explain his extraordinary insistance on taking it inside the cab with him, which the bobby describes? If there wasn't something horrible, awful in that bundle of his, of which he feared the discovery, why was he so reluctant to have it placed upon the roof?' 2&#iHv  
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'There probably was something in it which he was particularly anxious should not be discovered, but I doubt if it was anything of the kind which you suggest.' $MHc4FE[  
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'Here is Marjorie in a house alone--nothing has been seen of her since,--her clothing, her hair, is found hidden away under the floor. This scoundrel sallies forth with a huge bundle on his head,--the bobby speaks of it being five or six feet long, or longer,--a bundle which he regards with so much solicitude that he insists on never allowing it to go, for a single instant, out of his sight and reach. What is in the thing? don't all the facts most unfortunately point in one direction?' KT}}=st%  
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Mr Lessingham covered his face with his hands, and groaned. p 7sYgz  
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'I fear that Mr Atherton is right.' 6(wpf^br2  
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'I differ from you both.' h!$W^Tm2g  
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Sydney at once became heated. UT+B*?,h  
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'Then perhaps you can tell us what was in the bundle?' 3w#kvtDVm  
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'I fancy I could make a guess at the contents.' <sE0426 {  
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'Oh you could, could you, then, perhaps, for our sakes, you'll make it,--and not play the oracular owl!--Lessingham and I are interested in this business, after all.' :80!-F*\  
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'It contained the bearer's personal property: that, and nothing more. Stay! before you jeer at me, suffer me to finish. If I am not mistaken as to the identity of the person whom the constable describes as the Arab, I apprehend that the contents of that bundle were of much more importance to him than if they had consisted of Miss Lindon, either dead or living. More. I am inclined to suspect that if the bundle was placed on the roof of the cab, and if the driver did meddle with it, and did find out the contents, and understand them, he would have been driven, out of hand, stark staring mad.' ?4vf 2n@  
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Sydney was silent, as if he reflected. I imagine he perceived there was something in what I said. FaS}$-0  
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'But what has become of Miss Lindon?' 1HOYp*{#wP  
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'I fancy that Miss Lindon, at this moment, is--somewhere; I don't, just now, know exactly where, but I hope very shortly to be able to give you a clearer notion,--attired in a rotten, dirty pair of boots; a filthy, tattered pair of trousers; a ragged, unwashed apology for a shirt; a greasy, ancient, shapeless coat; and a frowsy peaked cloth cap.' o#(z*v@  
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They stared at me, opened-eyed. Atherton was the first to speak. &S\q*H=}i  
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'What on earth do you mean?' fC!]MhA"i  
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'I mean that it seems to me that the facts point in the direction of my conclusions rather than yours--and that very strongly too. Miss Coleman asserts that she saw Miss London return into the house; that within a few minutes the blind was replaced at the front window; and that shortly after a young man, attired in the costume I have described, came walking out of the front door. I believe that young man was Miss Marjorie Lindon.' #N`~. 96  
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Lessingham and Atherton both broke out into interrogations, with Sydney, as usual, loudest. /|{Yot e  
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'But--man alive! what on earth should make her do a thing like that? Marjorie, the most retiring, modest girl on all God's earth, walk about in broad daylight, in such a costume, and for no reason at all! my dear Champnell, you are suggesting that she first of all went mad.' v,t&t9}/  
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'She was in a state of trance.' uSSnr#i^j  
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'Good God!--Champnell!' ;=X6pK  
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'Well?' vTN/ho,H  
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'Then you think that--juggling villain did get hold of her?' \{J gjd  
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'Undoubtedly. Here is my view of the case, mind it is only a hypothesis and you must take it for what it is worth. It seems to me quite clear that the Arab, as we will call the person for the sake of identification, was somewhere about the premises when you thought he wasn't.' 3 D,PbAd  
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'But--where? We looked upstairs, and downstairs, and everywhere-- where could he have been?' G/_#zIN`8M  
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'That, as at present advised, I am not prepared to say, but I think you may take it for granted that he was there. He hypnotised the man Holt, and sent him away, intending you to go after him, and so being rid of you both--' <M nzR  
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'The deuce he did, Champnell! You write me down an ass!' 'Fo*h6=  
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'As soon as the coast was clear he discovered himself to Miss Lindon, who, I expect, was disagreeably surprised, and hypnotised her.' Fj"g CBaR  
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'The hound!' ,]i ^/fT  
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'The devil!' 8js5/G+  
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The first exclamation was Lessingham's, the second Sydney's. O_ nk8  
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'He then constrained her to strip herself to the skin--' &vj+3<2  
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'The wretch!' c[sC 2  
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'The fiend!' sFSrMI#R  
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'He cut off her hair; he hid it and her clothes under the floor where we found them--where I think it probable that he had already some ancient masculine garments concealed--' *eUL1m8Y  
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'By Jove! I shouldn't be surprised if they were Holt's. I remember the man saying that that nice joker stripped him of his duds,--and certainly when I saw him,--and when Marjorie found him!--he had absolutely nothing on but a queer sort of cloak. Can it be possible that that humorous professor of hankey-pankey--may all the maledictions of the accursed alight upon his head!--can have sent Marjorie Lindon, the daintiest damsel in the land!--into the streets of London rigged out in Holt's old togs!' 35&&*$Jm  
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'As to that, I am not able to give an authoritative opinion, but, if I understand you aright, it at least is possible. Anyhow I am disposed to think that he sent Miss Lindon after the man Holt, taking it for granted that he had eluded you.--' `P# h?tZ  
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'That's it. Write me down an ass again!' A Ys<IMQ  
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'That he did elude you, you have yourself admitted.' -5E%f|U  
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'That's because I stopped talking with that mutton-headed bobby,-- I'd have followed the man to the ends of the earth if it hadn't been for that.'  \ 1|T  
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'Precisely; the reason is immaterial, it is the fact with which we are immediately concerned. He did elude you. And I think you will find that Miss Lindon and Mr Holt are together at this moment.' 5\qoZs*e  
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'In men's clothing?' C:$lH  
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'Both in men's clothing, or, rather, Miss Lindon is in a man's rags.' SJj0*ry:  
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'Great Potiphar! To think of Marjorie like that!' C3hnX2";  
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'And where they are, the Arab is not very far off either.' n!~{4 uUW  
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Lessingham caught me by the arm. +D& W!m  
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'And what diabolical mischief do you imagine that he proposes to do to her?' n9B1NM5 \  
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I shirked the question. ?*zRM?*  
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'Whatever it is, it is our business to prevent his doing it.' zFmoo4P/  
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'And where do you think they have been taken?' #9uNJla  
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'That it will be our immediate business to endeavour to discover, --and here, at any rate, we are at Waterloo.' Ib3n%AG  
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Book IV. In Pursuit N'`*#UI+  
Chapter XLII. The Quarry Doubles S,8zh/1y  
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I turned towards the booking-office on the main departure platform. As I went, the chief platform inspector, George Bellingham, with whom I had some acquaintance, came out of his office. I stopped him. Sph+kiy|  
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'Mr Bellingham, will you be so good as to step with me to the booking-office, and instruct the clerk in charge to answer one or two questions which I wish to put to him. I will explain to you afterwards what is their exact import, but you know me sufficiently to be able to believe me when I say that they refer to a matter in which every moment is of the first importance.' hnZHu\EJ  
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He turned and accompanied us into the interior of the booking- case. ah92<'ix  
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'To which of the clerks, Mr Champnell, do you wish to put your questions?' Cf7\>U->  
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'To the one who issues third-class tickets to Southampton.' 3kCbD=yF  
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Bellingham beckoned to a man who was counting a heap of money, and apparently seeking to make it tally with the entries in a huge ledger which lay open before him,--he was a short, slightly-built young fellow, with a pleasant face and smiling eyes. !rg0U<bO!  
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'Mr Stone, this gentleman wishes to ask you one or two questions.' fsJTwSI["  
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'I am at his service.' Iz?W tm }  
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I put my questions. 0K$WSGB?6j  
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'I want to know, Mr Stone, if, in the course of the day, you have issued any tickets to a person dressed in Arab costume?' ozVpfs  
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His reply was prompt. <Uf|PFVj$  
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'I have--by the last train, the 7.25,--three singles.' R \ia6  
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Three singles! Then my instinct had told me rightly. Nvhy3  
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'Can you describe the person?' oCbpK  
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Mr Stone's eyes twinkled. mTJ"l(,3  
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'I don't know that I can, except in a general way,--he was uncommonly old and uncommonly ugly, and he had a pair of the most extraordinary eyes I ever saw,--they gave me a sort of all-overish feeling when I saw them glaring at me through the pigeon hole. But I can tell you one thing about him, he had a great bundle on his head, which he steadied with one hand, and as it bulged out in all directions it's presence didn't make him popular with other people who wanted tickets too.' &wb9_? ir-  
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Undoubtedly this was our man. EHhd;,;O  
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'You are sure he asked for three tickets?' Onw24&  
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'Certain. He said three tickets to Southampton; laid down the exact fare,--nineteen and six--and held up three fingers--like that. Three nasty looking fingers they were, with nails as long as talons.' K'Spbn!nC  
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'You didn't see who were his companions?' = UUd8,C/  
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'I didn't,--I didn't try to look. I gave him his tickets and off he went,--with the people grumbling at him because that bundle of his kept getting in their way.' PkJcd->  
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Bellingham touched me on the arm. C fSl 54  
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'I can tell you about the Arab of whom Mr Stone speaks. My attention was called to him by his insisting on taking his bundle with him into the carriage,--it was an enormous thing, he could hardly squeeze it through the door; it occupied the entire seat. But as there weren't as many passengers as usual, and he wouldn't or couldn't be made to understand that his precious bundle would be safe in the luggage van along with the rest of the luggage, and as he wasn't the sort of person you could argue with to any advantage, I had him put into an empty compartment, bundle and all.' 6qDfcs  
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'Was he alone then?' !3 ?yG  
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'I thought so at the time, he said nothing about having more than one ticket, or any companions, but just before the train started two other men--English men--got into his compartment; and as I came down the platform, the ticket inspector at the barrier informed me that these two men were with him, because he held tickets for the three, which, as he was a foreigner, and they seemed English, struck the inspector as odd.' ,0h3x$l)   
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'Could you describe the two men?' ze ?CoDx2  
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'I couldn't, not particularly, but the man who had charge of the barrier might. I was at the other end of the train when they got in. All I noticed was that one seemed to be a commonplace looking individual and that the other was dressed like a tramp, all rags and tatters, a disreputable looking object he appeared to be.' 9W$m D w6f  
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'That,' I said to myself, 'was Miss Marjorie Lindon, the lovely daughter of a famous house; the wife-elect of a coming statesman.' ,.J<.#D3J  
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To Bellingham I remarked aloud: fQ2!sV  
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'I want you to strain a point, Mr Bellingham, and to do me a service which I assure you you shall never have any cause to regret. I want you to wire instructions down the line to detain this Arab and his companions and to keep them in custody until the receipt of further instructions. They are not wanted by the police as yet, but they will be as soon as I am able to give certain information to the authorities at Scotland Yard,--and wanted very badly. But, as you will perceive for yourself, until I am able to give that information every moment is important.--Where's the Station Superintendent?' e'}ePvN  
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'He's gone. At present I'm in charge.' h4$OXKme?  
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'Then will you do this for me? I repeat that you shall never have any reason to regret it.' RT_Pd\(qD  
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'I will if you'll accept all responsibility.' YCLD!S/?  
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'I'll do that with the greatest pleasure.' Cak/#1  
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Bellingham looked at his watch. qD>Y}Z !  
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'It's about twenty minutes to nine. The train's scheduled for Basingstoke at 9.6. If we wire to Basingstoke at once they ought to be ready for them when they come.' d_|v=^;  
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'Good!' 8l,hP.  
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The wire was sent. ~ ?_Z!eS  
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We were shown into Bellingham's office to await results Lessingham paced agitatedly to and fro; he seemed to have reached the limits of his self-control, and to be in a condition in which movement of some sort was an absolute necessity. The mercurial Sydney, on the contrary, leaned back in a chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, his hands thrust deep into his trouser pockets, and stared at Lessingham, as if he found relief to his feelings in watching his companion's restlessness. I, for my part, drew up as full a precis of the case as I deemed advisable, and as time permitted, which I despatched by one of the company's police to Scotland Yard. m"}G-#  
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Then I turned to my associates. &y+eE?j  
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'Now, gentlemen, it's past dinner time. We may have a journey in front of us. If you take my advice you'll have something to eat.' -6\9B>qa  
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Lessingham shook his head. E_P]f%  
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'I want nothing.' R)v`ZF,/b  
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'Nor I,' echoed Sydney. ?h5Y^}8Qg  
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I started up. {BF$N#7  
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'You must pardon my saying nonsense, but surely you of all men, Mr Lessingham, should be aware that you will not improve the situation by rendering yourself incapable of seeing it through. Come and dine.' ,Q^.SHP8  
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I haled them off with me, willy nilly, to the refreshment room, I dined,--after a fashion; Mr Lessingham swallowed with difficulty, a plate of soup; Sydney nibbled at a plate of the most unpromising looking 'chicken and ham,'--he proved, indeed, more intractable than Lessingham, and was not to be persuaded to tackle anything easier of digestion. )[>{ Ie2  
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I was just about to take cheese after chop when Bellingham came hastening in, in his hand an open telegram. O(#DaFJv  
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'The birds have flown,' he cried. bi~1d"j  
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'Flown!--How?' > zA*W<g  
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In reply he gave me the telegram. I glanced at it. It ran: T {:8,CiW  
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'Persons described not in the train. Guard says they got out at Vauxhall. Have wired Vauxhall to advise you.' T*z*x=<5  
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'That's a level-headed chap,' said Bellingham. 'The man who sent that telegram. His wiring to Vauxhall should save us a lot of time,--we ought to hear from there directly. Hollo! what's this? I shouldn't be surprised if this is it.' +w?-#M#  
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As he spoke a porter entered,--he handed an envelope to Bellingham. We all three kept our eyes fixed on the inspector's face as he opened it. When he perceived the contents he gave an exclamation of surprise. hcpe~spz9|  
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'This Arab of yours, and his two friends, seem rather a curious lot, Mr Champnell.' PzT@q\O  
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He passed the paper on to me. It took the form of a report. Lessingham and Sydney, regardless of forms and ceremonies, leaned over my shoulder as I read it. &XW ~l>!+  
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'Passengers by 7.30 Southampton, on arrival of train, complained of noises coming from a compartment in coach 8964. Stated that there had been shrieks and yells ever since the train left Waterloo, as if someone was being murdered. An Arab and two Englishmen got out of the compartment in question, apparently the party referred to in wire just to hand from Basingstoke. All three declared that there was nothing the matter. That they had been shouting for fun. Arab gave up three third singles for Southampton, saying, in reply to questions, that they had changed their minds, and did not want to go any farther. As there were no signs of a struggle or of violence, nor, apparently, any definite cause for detention, they were allowed to pass. They took a four- wheeler, No. 09435. The Arab and one man went inside, and the other man on the box. They asked to be driven to Commercial Road, Limehouse. The cab has since returned. Driver says he put the three men down, at their request, in Commercial Road, at the corner of Sutcliffe Street, near the East India Docks. They walked up Sutcliffe Street, the Englishmen in front, and the Arab behind, took the first turning to the right, and after that he saw nothing of them. The driver further states that all the way the Englishman inside, who was so ragged and dirty that he was reluctant to carry him, kept up a sort of wailing noise which so attracted his attention that he twice got off his box to see what was the matter, and each time he said it was nothing. The cabman is of opinion that both the Englishmen were of weak intellect. We were of the same impression here. They said nothing, except at the seeming instigation of the Arab, but when spoken to stared and gaped like lunatics. F6\4[B  
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'It may be mentioned that the Arab had with him an enormous bundle, which he persisted, in spite of all remonstrances, on taking with him inside the cab.' fp`m>} -  
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As soon as I had mastered the contents of the report, and perceived what I believed to be--unknown to the writer himself-- its hideous inner meaning, I turned to Bellingham. B7S)L#l_\  
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'With your permission, Mr Bellingham, I will keep this communication,--it will be safe in my hands, you will be able to get a copy, and it may be necessary that I should have the original to show to the police. If any inquiries are made for me from Scotland Yard, tell them that I have gone to the Commercial Road, and that I will report my movements from Limehouse Police Station.' )Q<u0AxAn  
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In another minute we were once more traversing the streets of London,--three in a hansom cab. ph3dm\U.  
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Book IV. In Pursuit 9V66~Bf5  
Chapter XLIII. The Murder at Mrs 'Enderson's [Kj:~~`T   
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It is something of a drive from Waterloo to Limehouse,--it seems longer when all your nerves are tingling with anxiety to reach your journey's end; and the cab I had hit upon proved to be not the fastest I might have chosen. For some time after our start, we were silent. Each was occupied with his own thoughts. 8sIrG  
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Then Lessingham, who was sitting at my side, said to me, .NkAD-k`  
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'Mr Champnell, you have that report.' :,kU#eZ$-  
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'I have.' W|dpFh`  
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'Will you let me see it once more?' A&?}w_|9  
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I gave it to him. He read it once, twice,--and I fancy yet again. I purposely avoided looking at him as he did so. Yet all the while I was conscious of his pallid cheeks, the twitched muscles of his mouth, the feverish glitter of his eyes,--this Leader of Men, whose predominate characteristic in the House of Commons was immobility, was rapidly approximating to the condition of a hysterical woman. The mental strain which he had been recently undergoing was proving too much for his physical strength. This disappearance of the woman he loved bade fair to be the final straw. I felt convinced that unless something was done quickly to relieve the strain upon his mind he was nearer to a state of complete mental and moral collapse than he himself imagined. Had he been under my orders I should have commanded him to at once return home, and not to think; but conscious that, as things were, such a direction would be simply futile, I decided to do something else instead. Feeling that suspense was for him the worst possible form of suffering I resolved to explain, so far as I was able, precisely what it was I feared, and how I proposed to prevent it. q7,^E`5EgU  
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Presently there came the question for which I had been waiting, in a harsh, broken voice which no one who had heard him speak on a public platform, or in the House of Commons, would have recognised as his. QH~Jy*\+PX  
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'Mr Champnell,--who do you think this person is of whom the report from Vauxhall Station speaks as being all in rags and tatters?' b9Y_!Qe  
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He knew perfectly well,--but I understood the mental attitude which induced him to prefer that the information should seem to come from me. W7=V{}b+  
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'I hope that it will prove to be Miss Lindon.' DN8}gl VxV  
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'Hope!' He gave a sort of gasp. :aAEJ  
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'Yes, hope,--because if it is I think it possible, nay probable, that within a few hours you will have her again enfolded in your arms.' _fk#<  
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'Pray God that it may be so! pray God!--pray the good God!' S0,R_d')  
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I did not dare to look round for, from the tremor which was in his tone, I was persuaded that in the speaker's eyes were tears. Atherton continued silent. He was leaning half out of the cab, staring straight ahead, as if he saw in front a young girl's face, from which he could not remove his glance, and which beckoned him on. 1d"Z>k:mn  
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After a while Lessingham spoke again, as if half to himself and half to me. ](tx<3h  
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'This mention of the shrieks on the railway, and of the wailing noise in the cab,--what must this wretch have done to her? How my darling must have suffered!' ,yd MU\so(  
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That was a theme on which I myself scarcely ventured to allow my thoughts to rest. The notion of a gently-nurtured girl being at the mercy of that fiend incarnate, possessed--as I believed that so-called Arab to be possessed--of all the paraphernalia of horror and of dread, was one which caused me tangible shrinkings of the body. Whence had come those shrieks and yells, of which the writer of the report spoke, which had caused the Arab's fellow-passengers to think that murder was being done? What unimaginable agony had caused them? what speechless torture? And the 'wailing noise,' which had induced the prosaic, indurated London cabman to get twice off his box to see what was the matter, what anguish had been provocative of that? The helpless girl who had already endured so much, endured, perhaps, that to which death would have been preferred!--shut up in that rattling, jolting box on wheels, alone with that diabolical Asiatic, with the enormous bundle, which was but the lurking place of nameless terrors,--what might she not, while being borne through the heart of civilised London, have been made to suffer? What had she not been made to suffer to have kept up that continued 'wailing noise'? I^oE4o  
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It was not a theme on which it was wise to permit one's thoughts to linger,--and particularly was it clear that it was one from which Lessingham's thoughts should have been kept as far as possible away. /r12h|  
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'Come, Mr Lessingham, neither you nor I will do himself any good by permitting his reflections to flow in a morbid channel. Let us talk of something else. By the way, weren't you due to speak in the House to-night?' JWA@+u*k  
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'Due!--Yes, I was due,--but what does it matter?' \P1=5rP  
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'But have you acquainted no one with the cause of your non- attendance?' CkswJ:z)sc  
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'Acquaint!--whom should I acquaint?' jgS%1/&  
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'My good sir! Listen to me, Mr Lessingham. Let me entreat you very earnestly, to follow my advice. Call another cab,--or take this! and go at once to the House. It is not too late. Play the man, deliver the speech you have undertaken to deliver, perform your political duties. By coming with me you will be a hindrance rather than a help, and you may do your reputation an injury from which it never may recover. Do as I counsel you, and I will undertake to do my very utmost to let you have good news by the time your speech is finished.' Q!,<@b)  
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He turned on me with a bitterness for which I was unprepared. TO,rxf  
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'If I were to go down to the House, and try to speak in the state in which I am now, they would laugh at me, I should be ruined.' zm9TvoC%}  
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'Do you not run an equally great risk of being ruined by staying away?' TY;U2.Ud  
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He gripped me by the arm. jeN1eM8 WI  
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'Mr Champnell, do you know that I am on the verge of madness? Do you know that as I am sitting here by your side I am living in a dual world? I am going on and on to catch that--that fiend, and I am back again in that Egyptian den, upon that couch of rugs, with the Woman of the Songs beside me, and Marjorie is being torn and tortured, and burnt before my eyes! God help me! Her shrieks are ringing in my ears!' ":WYcaSi  
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He did not speak loudly, but his voice was none the less impressive on that account. I endeavoured my hardest to be stern. :::>ro*R  
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'I confess that you disappoint me, Mr Lessingham. I have always understood that you were a man of unusual strength; you appear instead, to be a man of extraordinary weakness; with an imagination so ill-governed that its ebullitions remind me of nothing so much as feminine hysterics, Your wild language is not warranted by circumstances. I repeat that I think it quite possible that by to-morrow morning she will be returned to you.' !QTPWA  
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'Yes,--but how? as the Marjorie I have known, as I saw her last,-- or how?' #W^_]Q=5R'  
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That was the question which I had already asked myself, in what condition would she be when we had succeeded in snatching her from her captor's grip? It was a question to which I had refused to supply an answer. To him I lied by implication. +ruj  
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'Let us hope that, with the exception of being a trifle scared, she will be as sound and hale and hearty as even in her life.' mxZ4 HD{  
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'Do you yourself believe that she'll be like that,--untouched, unchanged, unstained?' hwc:@'  
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Then I lied right out,--it seemed to me necessary to calm his growing excitement. Cij$GYkv  
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'I do.' fzq'S]+  
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'You don't!' VuJfo9 `E  
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'Mr Lessingham!' }QApeZd+q  
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'Do you think that I can't see your face and read in it the same thoughts which trouble me? As a man of honour do you care to deny that when Marjorie Lindon is restored to me,--if she ever is!--you fear she will be but the mere soiled husk of the Marjorie whom I knew and loved?' @Z=y'yc'y.  
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'Even supposing that there may be a modicum of truth in what you say,--which I am far from being disposed to admit--what good purpose do you propose to serve by talking in such a strain?' 4{;8 ]/.a  
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'None,--no good purpose,--unless it be the desire of looking the truth in the face. For, Mr Champnell, you must not seek to play with me the hypocrite, nor try to hide things from me as if I were a child. If my life is ruined--it is ruined,--let me know it, and look the knowledge in the face. That, to me, is to play the man.' ,aj+mlZd2  
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I was silent. >p#d;wK4_  
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The wild tale he had told me of that Cairene inferno, oddly enough--yet why oddly, for the world is all coincidence!--had thrown a flood of light on certain events which had happened some three years previously and which ever since had remained shrouded in mystery. The conduct of the business afterwards came into my hands,--and briefly, what had occurred was this: a ZCZ/  
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Three persons,--two sisters and their brother, who was younger than themselves, members of a decent English family, were going on a trip round the world. They were young, adventurous, and--not to put too fine a point on it--foolhardy. The evening after their arrival in Cairo, by way of what is called 'a lark,' in spite of the protestations of people who were better informed than themselves, they insisted on going, alone, for a ramble through the native quarter. qBrZg  
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They went,--but they never returned. Or, rather the two girls never returned. After an interval the young man was found again,-- what was left of him. A fuss was made when there were no signs of their re-appearance, but as there were no relations, nor even friends of theirs, but only casual acquaintances on board the ship by which they had travelled, perhaps not so great a fuss as might have been was made. Anyhow, nothing was discovered. Their widowed mother, alone in England, wondering bow it was that beyond the receipt of a brief wire, acquainting her with their arrival at Cairo, she had heard nothing further of their wanderings, placed herself in communication with the diplomatic people over there,-- to learn that, to all appearances, her three children had vanished from off the face of the earth. ;XuE Mq,Di  
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Then a fuss was made,--with a vengeance. So far as one can judge the whole town and neighbourhood was turned pretty well upside down. But nothing came of it,--so far as any results were concerned, the authorities might just as well have left the mystery of their vanishment alone. It continued where it was in spite of them. zwK;6&(W  
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However, some three months afterwards a youth was brought to the British Embassy by a party of friendly Arabs who asserted that they had found him naked and nearly dying in some remote spot in the Wady Haifa desert. It was the brother of the two lost girls. He was as nearly dying as he very well could be without being actually dead when they brought him to the Embassy,--and in a state of indescribable mutilation. He seemed to rally for a time under careful treatment, but he never again uttered a coherent word. It was only from his delirious ravings that any idea was formed of what had really occurred. C =U4|h~W  
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Shorthand notes were taken of some of the utterances of his delirium. Afterwards they were submitted to me. I remembered the substance of them quite well, and when Mr Lessingham began to tell me of his own hideous experiences they came back to me more clearly still. Had I laid those notes before him I have little doubt but that he would have immediately perceived that seventeen years after the adventure which had left such an indelible scar upon his own life, this youth--he was little more than a boy--had seen the things which he had seen, and suffered the nameless agonies and degradations which he had suffered. The young man was perpetually raving about some indescribable den of horror which was own brother to Lessingham's temple and about some female monster, whom he regarded with such fear and horror that every allusion he made to her was followed by a convulsive paroxysm which taxed all the ingenuity of his medical attendants to bring him out of. He frequently called upon his sisters by name, speaking of them in a manner which inevitably suggested that he had been an unwilling and helpless witness of hideous tortures which they had undergone; and then he would rise in bed, screaming, 'They're burning them! they're burning them! Devils! devils!' And at those times it required all the strength of those who were in attendance to restrain his maddened frenzy. l[k$O$jo  
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The youth died in one of these fits of great preternatural excitement, without, as I have previously written, having given utterance to one single coherent word, and by some of those who were best able to judge it was held to have been a mercy that he did die without having been restored to consciousness. And, presently, tales began to be whispered, about some idolatrous sect, which was stated to have its headquarters somewhere in the interior of the country--some located it in this neighbourhood, and some in that--which was stated to still practise, and to always have practised, in unbroken historical continuity, the debased, unclean, mystic, and bloody rites, of a form of idolatry which had had its birth in a period of the world's story which was so remote, that to all intents and purposes it might be described as pre-historic. C+5nft6:  
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While the ferment was still at its height, a man came to the British Embassy who said that he was a member of a tribe which had its habitat on the banks of the White Nile. He asserted that he was in association with this very idolatrous sect,--though he denied that he was one of the actual sectaries. He did admit, however, that he had assisted more than once at their orgies, and declared that it was their constant practice to offer young women as sacrifices--preferably white Christian women, with a special preference, if they could get them, to young English women. He vowed that he himself had seen with his own eyes, English girls burnt alive. The description which he gave of what preceded and followed these foul murders appalled those who listened. He finally wound up by offering, on payment of a stipulated sum of money, to guide a troop of soldiers to this den of demons, so that they should arrive there at a moment when it was filled with worshippers, who were preparing to participate in an orgie which was to take place during the next few days. _q 8m$4  
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His offer was conditionally accepted. He was confined in an apartment with one man on guard inside and another on guard outside the room. That night the sentinel without was startled by hearing a great noise and frightful screams issuing from the chamber in which the native was interned. He summoned assistance. The door was opened. The soldier on guard within was stark, staring mad,--he died within a few months, a gibbering maniac to the end. The native was dead. The window, which was a very small one, was securely fastened inside and strongly barred without. There was nothing to show by what means entry had been gained. Yet it was the general opinion of those who saw the corpse that the man had been destroyed by some wild beast. A photograph was taken of the body after death, a copy of which is still in my possession. In it are distinctly shown lacerations about the neck and the lower portion of the abdomen, as if they had been produced by the claws of some huge and ferocious animal. The skull is splintered in half-a-dozen places, and the face is torn to rags. |NI0zd  
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That was more than three years ago. The whole business has remained as great a mystery as ever. But my attention has once or twice been caught by trifling incidents, which have caused me to more than suspect that the wild tale told by that murdered native had in it at least the elements of truth; and which have even led me to wonder if the trade in kidnapping was not being carried on to this very hour, and if women of my own flesh and blood were not still being offered up on that infernal altar. And now, here was Paul Lessingham, a man of world-wide reputation, of great intellect, of undoubted honour, who had come to me with a wholly unconscious verification of all my worst suspicions! Xy._&&pt  
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That the creature spoken of as an Arab,--and who was probably no more an Arab than I was, and whose name was certainly not Mohamed el Kheir!--was an emissary from that den of demons, I had no doubt. What was the exact purport of the creature's presence in England was another question, Possibly part of the intention was the destruction of Paul Lessingham, body, soul and spirit; possibly another part was the procuration of fresh victims for that long-drawn-out holocaust. That this latter object explained the disappearance of Miss Lindon I felt persuaded. That she was designed by the personification of evil who was her captor, to suffer all the horrors at which the stories pointed, and then to be burned alive, amidst the triumphant yells of the attendant demons, I was certain. That the wretch, aware that the pursuit was in full cry, was tearing, twisting, doubling, and would stick at nothing which would facilitate the smuggling of the victim out of England, was clear. Cd4G&(=  
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My interest in the quest was already far other than a merely professional one. The blood in my veins tingled at the thought of such a woman as Miss Lindon being in the power of such a monster. I may assuredly claim that throughout the whole business I was urged forward by no thought of fee or of reward. To have had a share in rescuing that unfortunate girl, and in the destruction of her noxious persecutor, would have been reward enough for me. [L:,A{rve  
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One is not always, even in strictly professional matters, influenced by strictly professional instincts.  3= PRe  
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'Drive me to Limehouse Police Station.' SSxp!E'  
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We were driven there. I made my way to the usual inspector behind the usual pigeon-hole. #9gx4U  
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'My name is Champnell. Have you received any communication from Scotland Yard to-night having reference to a matter in which I am interested?' aX`uF<c9  
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'Do you mean about the Arab? We received a telephonic message about half an hour ago.' x>}ml\R  
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'Since communicating with Scotland Yard this has come to hand from the authorities at Vauxhall Station. Can you tell me if anything has been seen of the person in question by the men of your division?' pR$(V4>  
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I handed the Inspector the 'report.' His reply was laconic. lI<jYd 0fZ  
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'I will inquire.' F\m^slsu7=  
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He passed through a door into an inner room and the 'report' went with him. CD&a_-'z$K  
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'Beg pardon, sir, but was that a Harab you was a-talking about to the Hinspector?' &]TniQH  
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The speaker was a gentleman unmistakably of the gutter-snipe class. He was seated on a form. Close at hand hovered a policeman whose special duty it seemed to be to keep an eye upon his movements. =X'[r  
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'Why do you ask?' huZ5?'/Fg  
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'I beg your pardon, sir, but I saw a Harab myself about a hour ago,--leastways he looked like as if he was a Harab.' ]Sj;\Iz  
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'What sort of a looking person was he?' 8g:VfzaHu  
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'I can't 'ardly tell you that, sir, because I didn't never have a proper look at him,--but I know he had a bloomin' great bundle on 'is 'ead. ... It was like this, 'ere. I was comin' round the corner, as he was passin', I never see 'im till I was right atop of 'im, so that I haccidentally run agin 'im,--my heye! didn't 'e give me a downer! I was down on the back of my 'ead in the middle of the road before I knew where I was and 'e was at the other end of the street. If 'e 'adn't knocked me more'n 'arf silly I'd been after 'im, sharp,--I tell you! and hasked 'im what 'e thought 'e was a-doin' of, but afore my senses was back agin 'e was out o' sight,--clean!' q{G8 Po$z'  
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'You are sure he had a bundle on his head?' WJ-.?   
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'I noticed it most particular.' Nz3+yxv1  
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'How long ago do you say this was? and where?' ?mC'ZYQI  
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'About a hour ago,--perhaps more, perhaps less.' VfJ{);   
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'Was he alone?' E]&N'+T  
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'It seemed to me as if a cove was a follerin' 'im, leastways there was a bloke as was a-keepin' close at 'is 'eels,--though I don't know what 'is little game was, I'm sure. Ask the pleesman--he knows, he knows everything the pleesman do.' jZidT9[g  
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I turned to the 'pleesman.' ~v/` `s  
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'Who is this man?' pG* W>F  
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The 'pleesman' put his hands behind his back, and threw out his chest. His manner was distinctly affable. 11fV|b%  
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'Well,--he's being detained upon suspicion. He's given us an address at which to make inquiries, and inquiries are being made. I shouldn't pay too much attention to what he says if I were you. I don't suppose he'd be particular about a lie or two.' $O;a~/T  
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This frank expression of opinion re-aroused the indignation of the gentleman on the form. O3p<7`K<4  
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'There you hare! at it again! That's just like you peelers,-- you're all the same! What do you know about me?--Nuffink! This gen'leman ain't got no call to believe me, not as I knows on,-- it's all the same to me if 'e do or don't, but it's trewth what I'm sayin', all the same.' @.v{hkM`  
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At this point the Inspector re-appeared at the pigeon-hole. He cut short the flow of eloquence. {&)E$ M  
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'Now then, not so much noise outside there!' He addressed me. 'None of our men have seen anything of the person you're inquiring for, so far as we're aware. But, if you like, I will place a man at your disposal, and he will go round with you, and you will be able to make your own inquiries.'  u~j&g  
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A capless, wildly excited young ragamuffin came dashing in at the street door. He gasped out, as clearly as he could for the speed which he had made: 5s=L5]]r_j  
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'There's been murder done, Mr Pleesman,--a Harab's killed a bloke.' h(3ko An  
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'Mr Pleesman' gripped him by the shoulder. K1*]6x,  
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'What's that?' s`Z'5J;S  
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The youngster put up his arm, and ducked his head, instinctively, as if to ward off a blow. cun&'JOH?U  
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'Leave me alone! I don't want none of your 'andling!--I ain't done nuffink to you! I tell you 'e 'as!' |)vC^=N{+  
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The Inspector spoke through the pigeon-hole. 5@kNvi  
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'He has what, my lad? What do you say has happened?' fVXZfq6  
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'There's been murder done--it's right enough!--there 'as!--up at Mrs 'Enderson's, in Paradise Place,--a Harab's been and killed a bloke!' 2d#3LnO  
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Book IV. In Pursuit XKWq{,Ks  
Chapter XLIV. The Man Who Was Murdered p>tkRA?lk  
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The Inspector spoke to me. x9 > ho  
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'If what the boy says is correct it sounds as if the person whom you are seeking may have had a finger in the pie.' @7nZjrH  
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I was of the same opinion, as, apparently, were Lessingham and Sidney. Atherton collared the youth by the shoulder which Mr Pleesman had left disengaged. 9Kd=GL_  
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'What sort of looking bloke is it who's been murdered?' Y7S1^'E 3  
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'I dunno! I 'aven't seen 'im! Mrs 'Enderson, she says to me! "'Gustus Barley," she says, "a bloke's been murdered. That there Harab what I chucked out 'alf a hour ago been and murdered 'im, and left 'im behind up in my back room. You run as 'ard as you can tear and tell them there dratted pleese what's so fond of shovin' their dirty noses into respectable people's 'ouses." So I comes and tells yer. That's all I knows about it.' UI=v| <'-  
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We went four in the hansom which had been waiting in the street to Mrs Henderson's in Paradise Place,--the Inspector and we three. 'Mr Pleesman' and ''Gustus Barley' followed on foot. The Inspector was explanatory. < R"Y^]P=  
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'Mrs Henderson keeps a sort of lodging-house,--a "Sailors' Home" she calls it, but no one could call it sweet. It doesn't bear the best of characters, and if you asked me what I thought of it, I should say in plain English that it was a disorderly house.' 3B[tbU(  
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Paradise Place proved to be within three or four hundred yards of the Station House. So far as could be seen in the dark it consisted of a row of houses of considerable dimensions,--and also of considerable antiquity. They opened on to two or three stone steps which led directly into the street. At one of the doors stood an old lady with a shawl drawn over her head. This was Mrs Henderson. She greeted us with garrulous volubility. v3~`1MM  
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'So you 'ave come, 'ave you? I thought you never was a-comin' that I did.' She recognised the Inspector. 'It's you, Mr Phillips, is it?' Perceiving us, she drew a little back 'Who's them 'ere parties? They ain't coppers?' *ax&}AHK[/  
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Mr Phillips dismissed her inquiry, curtly. /jc; 2  
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'Never you mind who they are. What's this about someone being murdered.' eeUEqM$7EX  
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'Ssh!' The old lady glanced round. 'Don't you speak so loud, Mr Phillips. No one don't know nothing about it as yet. The parties what's in my 'ouse is most respectable,--most! and they couldn't abide the notion of there being police about the place.' ,6T3:qkkvF  
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'We quite believe that, Mrs Henderson.' Jbqm?Fy4X  
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The Inspector's tone was grim. Ga#5xAI{a  
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Mrs Henderson led the way up a staircase which would have been distinctly the better for repairs. It was necessary to pick one's way as one went, and as the light was defective stumbles were not infrequent. S[5e,E w  
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Our guide paused outside a door on the topmost landing. From some mysterious recess in her apparel she produced a key. TZYz`l+v  
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'It's in 'ere. I locked the door so that nothing mightn't be disturbed. I knows 'ow particular you pleesmen is.' g:]X '%Ub  
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She turned the key. We all went in--we, this time, in front, and she behind. m(o^9R_=^9  
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A candle was guttering on a broken and dilapidated single washhand stand. A small iron bedstead stood by its side, the clothes on which were all tumbled and tossed. There was a rush-seated chair with a hole in the seat,--and that, with the exception of one or two chipped pieces of stoneware, and a small round mirror which was hung on a nail against the wall, seemed to be all that the room contained. I could see nothing in the shape of a murdered man. Nor, it appeared, could the Inspector either. (YC{BM}  
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'What's the meaning of this, Mrs Henderson? I don't see anything here.' nBkzNb{"AZ  
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'It's be'ind the bed, Mr Phillips. I left 'im just where I found 'im, I wouldn't 'ave touched 'im not for nothing, nor yet 'ave let nobody else 'ave touched 'im neither, because, as I say, I know 'ow particular you pleesmen is.' 'PWX19  
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We all four went hastily forward. Atherton and I went to the head of the bed, Lessingham and the Inspector, leaning right across the bed, peeped over the side. There, on the floor in the space which was between the bed and the wall, lay the murdered man. lS{ ^*(a  
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At sight of him an exclamation burst from Sydney's lips. %^l&:\ hy  
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'It's Holt!' 5!BW!-q  
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'Thank God!' cried Lessingham. 'It isn't Marjorie!' ?kS#g  
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The relief in his tone was unmistakable. That the one was gone was plainly nothing to him in comparison with the fact that the other was left. 7~);,#[ky  
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Thrusting the bed more into the centre of the room I knelt down beside the man on the floor. A more deplorable spectacle than he presented I have seldom witnessed. He was decently clad in a grey tweed suit, white hat, collar and necktie, and it was perhaps that fact which made his extreme attenuation the more conspicuous. I doubt if there was an ounce of flesh on the whole of his body. His cheeks and the sockets of his eyes were hollow. The skin was drawn tightly over his cheek bones,--the bones themselves were staring through. Even his nose was wasted, so that nothing but a ridge of cartilage remained. I put my arm beneath his shoulder and raised him from the floor; no resistance was offered by the body's gravity,--he was as light as a little child. CR;E*I${  
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'I doubt,' I said, 'if this man has been murdered. It looks to me like a case of starvation, or exhaustion,--possibly a combination of both.' CD5% iFy  
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'What's that on his neck?' asked the Inspector,--he was kneeling at my side. gsUF\4A(J  
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He referred to two abrasions of the skin,--one on either side of the man's neck. -84%6p2-  
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'They look to me like scratches. They seem pretty deep, but I don't think they're sufficient in themselves to cause death.' );_/0:  
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'They might be, joined to an already weakened constitution. Is there anything in his pockets?--let's lift him on to the bed.' A+foc5B  
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We lifted him on to the bed,--a featherweight he was to lift. While the Inspector was examining his pockets--to find them empty --a tall man with a big black beard came bustling in. He proved to be Dr Glossop, the local police surgeon, who had been sent for before our quitting the Station House. >`a^E1)  
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His first pronouncement, made as soon as he commenced his examination, was, under the circumstances, sufficiently startling. .zt&HI.F  
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'I don't believe the man's dead. Why didn't you send for me directly you found him?' 6s~B2t:Y  
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The question was put to Mrs Henderson. 2AhfQ%Y=  
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'Well, Dr Glossop, I wouldn't touch 'im myself, and I wouldn't 'ave 'im touched by no one else, because, as I've said afore, I know 'ow particular them pleesmen is.' IaSPwsvt'  
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'Then in that case, if he does die you'll have had a hand in murdering him,--that's all' VvP: }yJ  
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The lady sniggered. 'Of course Dr Glossop, we all knows that you'll always 'ave your joke.' J?Y,3cc.  
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'You'll find it a joke if you have to hang, as you ought to, you--' The doctor said what he did say to himself, under his breath. I doubt if it was flattering to Mrs Henderson. 'Have you got any brandy in the house?' ^vSSG5  :  
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'We've got everythink in the 'ouse for them as likes to pay for it,--everythink.' Then, suddenly remembering that the police were present, and that hers were not exactly licensed premises, 'Leastways we can send out for it for them parties as gives us the money, being, as is well known, always willing to oblige.' V,& OO  
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'Then send for some,--to the tap downstairs, if that's the nearest! If this man dies before you've brought it I'll have you locked up as sure as you're a living woman.' oz]3 Tx  
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The arrival of the brandy was not long delayed,--but the man on the bed had regained consciousness before it came. Opening his eyes he looked up at the doctor bending over him. #J5_z#-Q;  
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'Hollo, my man! that's more like the time of day! How are you feeling?' UpSJ%%.n  
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The patient stared hazily up at the doctor, as if his sense of perception was not yet completely restored,--as if this big bearded man was something altogether strange. Atherton bent down beside the doctor. 9CN'2 9c  
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'I'm glad to see you looking better, Mr Holt. You know me don't you? I've been running about after you all day long.' UH\{:@GjNO  
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'You are--you are--' The man's eyes closed, as if the effort at recollection exhausted him. He kept them closed as he continued to speak. zx.SRs$  
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'I know who you are. You are--the gentleman.' 9e vQQN6D|  
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'Yes, that's it, I'm the gentleman,--name of Atherton.--Miss Lindon's friend. And I daresay you're feeling pretty well done up, and in want of something to eat and drink,--here's some brandy for you.' &?Q^i">cZ  
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The doctor had some in a tumbler. He raised the patient's head, allowing it to trickle down his throat. The man swallowed it mechanically, motionless, as if unconscious what it was that he was doing. His cheeks flushed, the passing glow of colour caused their condition of extraordinary, and, indeed, extravagant attentuation, to be more prominent than ever. The doctor laid him back upon the bed, feeling his pulse with one hand, while he stood and regarded him in silence. iF837ng5  
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Then, turning to the Inspector, he said to him in an undertone; Ldv,(ZV,<  
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'If you want him to make a statement he'll have to make it now, he's going fast. You won't be able to get much out of him,--he's too far gone, and I shouldn't bustle him, but get what you can.' fDplYn#  
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The Inspector came to the front, a notebook in his hand. "U4c'iW  
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'I understand from this gentleman--' signifying Atherton--'that your name's Robert Holt. I'm an Inspector of police, and I want you to tell me what has brought you into this condition. Has anyone been assaulting you?' zx=eqN@!@  
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Holt, opening his eyes, glanced up at the speaker mistily, as if he could not see him clearly,--still less understand what it was that he was saying. Sydney, stooping over him, endeavoured to explain. ,~Xe#e M  
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'The Inspector wants to know how you got here, has anyone been doing anything to you? Has anyone been hurting you?' ,{q#U3  
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The man's eyelids were partially closed. Then they opened wider and wider. His mouth opened too. On his skeleton features there came a look of panic fear. He was evidently struggling to speak. At last words came. X!z-J>  
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'The beetle!' He stopped. Then, after an effort, spoke again. 'The beetle!' bg0ix"  
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'What's he mean?' asked the Inspector. GYf{~J  
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'I think I understand,' Sydney answered; then turning again to the man in the bed. 'Yes, I hear what you say,--the beetle. Well, has the beetle done anything to you?' t^6ams$  
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'It took me by the throat!' d|UH AX  
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'Is that the meaning of the marks upon your neck?' Ut2x4$9  
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'The beetle killed me.' 7H[.o~\  
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The lids closed. The man relapsed into a state of lethargy. The Inspector was puzzled;--and said so. s3gT6  
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'What's he mean about a beetle?' 0-A@X>6bs  
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Atherton replied. HrQft1~N  
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'I think I understand what he means,--and my friends do too. We'll explain afterwards. In the meantime I think I'd better get as much out of him as I can,--while there's time.' zQQ=8#]  
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'Yes,' said the doctor, his hand upon the patient's pulse, 'while there's time. There isn't much--only seconds.' ], HF) 21  
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Sydney endeavoured to rouse the man from his stupor. <TL!iM  
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'You've been with Miss Lindon all the afternoon and evening, haven't you, Mr Holt?' Gf(|?" H  
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Atherton had reached a chord in the man's consciousness. His lips moved,--in painful articulation. 8<gYB$* S  
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'Yes--all the afternoon--and evening--God help me!' 7rF )fKW  
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'I hope God will help you my poor fellow; you've been in need of His help if ever man was. Miss Lindon is disguised in your old clothes, isn't she?' v:$Ka@v6  
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'Yes,--in my old clothes. My God!' \LN!k-c  
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'And where is Miss Lindon now?' !l(O$T9 T  
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The man had been speaking with his eyes closed. Now he opened them, wide; there came into them the former staring horror. He became possessed by uncontrollable agitation,--half raising himself in bed. Words came from his quivering lips as if they were only drawn from him by the force of his anguish. (g*mC7 HN  
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'The beetle's going to kill Miss Lindon.' ,{jF)NQaP  
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A momentary paroxysm seemed to shake the very foundations of his being. His whole frame quivered. He fell back on to the bed,-- ominously. The doctor examined him in silence--while we too were still. p7p6~;P  
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'This time he's gone for good, there'll be no conjuring him back again.' ^TqR0a-*  
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I felt a sudden pressure on my arm, and found that Lessingham was clutching me with probably unconscious violence. The muscles of his face were twitching. He trembled. I turned to the doctor. zxy/V^mu  
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'Doctor, if there is any of that brandy left will you let me have it for my friend?' Wf9K+my  
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Lessingham disposed of the remainder of the 'shillings worth.' I rather fancy it saved us from a scene. TDjjaO  
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The Inspector was speaking to the woman of the house.  C#x9RW  
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'Now, Mrs Henderson, perhaps you'll tell us what all this means. Who is this man, and how did he come in here, and who came in with him, and what do you know about it altogether? If you've got anything to say, say it, only you'd better be careful, because it's my duty to warn you that anything you do say may be used against you.' zxt&oT0Q  
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Book IV. In Pursuit 35z]pn%L  
Chapter XLV. All That Mrs 'Enderson Knew /Y5I0Ko Uw  
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Mrs Henderson put her hands under her apron and smirked. i@e.Uzn  
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'Well, Mr Phillips, it do sound strange to 'ear you talkin' to me like that. Anybody'd think I'd done something as I didn't ought to 'a' done to 'ear you going on. As for what's 'appened, I'll tell you all I know with the greatest willingness on earth. And as for bein' careful, there ain't no call for you to tell me to be that, for that I always am, as by now you ought to know.' 8=gr F  
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'Yes,--I do know. Is that all you have to say?' oV ?tp4&  
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'Rilly, Mr Phillips, what a man you are for catching people up, you rilly are. O' course that ain't all I've got to say,--ain't I just a-comin' to it?' $f>WR_F  
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'Then come.' -rH4/Iby  
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'If you presses me so you'll muddle of me up, and then if I do 'appen to make a herror, you'll say I'm a liar, when goodness knows there ain't no more truthful woman not in Limehouse.' +nJ}+|@K  
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Words plainly trembled on the Inspector's lips,--which he refrained from uttering. Mrs Henderson cast her eyes upwards, as if she sought for inspiration from the filthy ceiling. o9~qJnB/O  
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'So far as I can swear it might 'ave been a hour ago, or it might 'ave been a hour and a quarter, or it might 'ave been a hour and twenty minutes--' FF_$)%YUp  
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'We're not particular as to the seconds.' ( ou:"Y  
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'When I 'ears a knockin' at my front door, and when I comes to open it, there was a Harab party, with a great bundle on 'is 'ead, bigger nor 'isself, and two other parties along with him. This Harab party says, in that queer foreign way them Harab parties 'as of talkin', "A room for the night, a room." Now I don't much care for foreigners, and never did, especially them Harabs, which their 'abits ain't my own,--so I as much 'ints the same. But this 'ere Harab party, he didn't seem to quite foller of my meaning, for all he done was to say as he said afore, "A room for the night, a room." And he shoves a couple of 'arf crowns into my 'and. Now it's always been a motter o' mine, that money is money, and one man's money is as good as another man's. So, not wishing to be disagreeable--which other people would have taken 'em if I 'adn't, I shows 'em up 'ere. I'd been downstairs it might 'ave been 'arf a hour, when I 'ears a shindy a-coming from this room--' nn   
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'What sort of a shindy?' )[)]@e  
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'Yelling and shrieking--oh my gracious, it was enough to set your blood all curdled,--for ear-piercingness I never did 'ear nothing like it. We do 'ave troublesome parties in 'ere, like they do elsewhere, but I never did 'ear nothing like that before. I stood it for about a minute, but it kep' on, and kep' on, and every moment I expected as the other parties as was in the 'ouse would be complainin', so up I comes and I thumps at the door, and it seemed that thump I might for all the notice that was took of me.' mVK9NK  
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'Did the noise keep on?' p,iCM?[|  
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'Keep on! I should think it did keep on! Lord love you! shriek after shriek, I expected to see the roof took off.' zNny\Z  
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'Were there any other noises? For instance, were there any sounds of struggling, or of blows?' !ww:O|0  
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'There weren't no sounds except of the party hollering.' H2qf'  
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'One party only?' +I t#Z3  
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'One party only. As I says afore, shriek after shriek,--when you put your ear to the panel there was a noise like some other party blubbering, but that weren't nothing, as for the hollering you wouldn't have thought that nothing what you might call 'umin could 'ave kep' up such a screechin'. I thumps and thumps and at last when I did think that I should 'ave to 'ave the door broke down, the Harab says to me from inside, "Go away! I pay for the room! go away!" I did think that pretty good, I tell you that. So I says, "Pay for the room or not pay for the room, you didn't pay to make that shindy!" And what's more I says, "If I 'ear it again," I says, "out you goes! And if you don't go quiet I'll 'ave somebody in as'll pretty quickly make you!"' ! QM.P t7c  
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'Then was there silence?' Rx7X_A}  
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'So to speak there was,--only there was this sound as if some party was a-blubbering, and another sound as if a party was a- panting for his breath.' ^G&3sF}  
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'Then what happened?' P96pm6H_;  
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'Seeing that, so to speak, all was quiet, down I went again. And in another quarter of a hour, or it might 'ave been twenty minutes, I went to the front door to get a mouthful of hair. And Mrs Barker, what lives over the road, at No. 24, she comes to me and says, "That there Arab party of yours didn't stop long." I looks at 'er, "I don't quite foller you," I says,--which I didn't. "I saw him come in," she says, "and then, a few minutes back, I see 'im go again, with a great bundle on 'is 'ead he couldn't 'ardly stagger under!" "Oh," I says, "that's news to me, I didn't know 'e'd gone, nor see him neither---" which I didn't. So, up I comes again, and, sure enough, the door was open, and it seems to me that the room was empty, till I come upon this pore young man what was lying be'ind the bed,' ECv)v  
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There was a growl from the doctor. McPNB`.H  
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'If you'd had any sense, and sent for me at once, he might have been alive at this moment.' [e1S^pI  
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''Ow was I to know that, Dr Glossop? I couldn't tell. My finding 'im there murdered was quite enough for me. So I runs downstairs, and I nips 'old of 'Gustus Barley, what was leaning against the wall, and I says to him, "'Gustus Barley, run to the station as fast as you can and tell 'em that a man's been murdered,--that Harab's been and killed a bloke." And that's all I know about it, and I couldn't tell you no more, Mr Phillips, not if you was to keep on asking me questions not for hours and hours' t-LG }nv  
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'Then you think it was this man'--with a motion towards the bed-- 'who was shrieking?' WAn'kA  
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'To tell you the truth, Mr Phillips, about that I don't 'ardly know what to think. If you 'ad asked me I should 'ave said it was a woman. I ought to know a woman's holler when I 'ear it, if any one does, I've 'eard enough of 'em in my time, goodness knows. And I should 'ave said that only a woman could 'ave hollered like that and only 'er when she was raving mad. But there weren't no woman with him. There was only this man what's murdered, and the other man,--and as for the other man I will say this, that 'e 'adn't got twopennyworth of clothes to cover 'im. But, Mr Phillips, howsomever that may be, that's the last Harab I'll 'ave under my roof, no matter what they pays, and you may mark my words I'll 'ave no more.' 5cWw7V<m  
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Mrs Henderson, once more glancing upward, as if she imagined herself to have made some declaration of a religious nature, shook her head with much solemnity. A 8 vbQ  
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Book IV. In Pursuit K{, W_ ^  
Chapter XLVI. The Sudden Stopping M3hy5 j(b  
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As we were leaving the house a constable gave the Inspector a note. Having read it he passed it to me. It was from the local office. GQYtH#  
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'Message received that an Arab with a big bundle on his head has been noticed loitering about the neighbourhood of St Pancras Station. He seemed to be accompanied by a young man who had the appearance of a tramp. Young man seemed ill. They appeared to be waiting for a train, probably to the North. Shall I advise detention?' B?/12+sR  
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I scribbled on the flyleaf of the note. |L~gNC  
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'Have them detained. If they have gone by train have a special in readiness.' tX2>a  
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In a minute we were again in the cab. I endeavoured to persuade Lessingham and Atherton to allow me to conduct the pursuit alone, --in vain. I had no fear of Atherton's succumbing, but I was afraid for Lessingham. What was more almost than the expectation of his collapse was the fact that his looks and manner, his whole bearing, so eloquent of the agony and agitation of his mind, was beginning to tell upon my nerves. A catastrophe of some sort I foresaw. Of the curtain's fall upon one tragedy we had just been witnesses. That there was worse--much worse, to follow I did not doubt. Optimistic anticipations were out of the question,--that the creature we were chasing would relinquish the prey uninjured, no one, after what we had seen and heard, could by any possibility suppose. Should a necessity suddenly arise for prompt and immediate action, that Lessingham would prove a hindrance rather than a help I felt persuaded. jC }u>AB  
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But since moments were precious, and Lessingham was not to be persuaded to allow the matter to proceed without him, all that remained was to make the best of his presence. NxRiEe#m  
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The great arch of St Pancras was in darkness. An occasional light seemed to make the darkness still more visible. The station seemed deserted. I thought, at first, that there was not a soul about the place, that our errand was in vain, that the only thing for us to do was to drive to the police station and to pursue our inquiries there. But as we turned towards the booking-office, our footsteps ringing out clearly through the silence and the night, a door opened, a light shone out from the room within, and a voice inquired: =<tEc+!T3  
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'Who's that?' B(NL3WJ  
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'My name's Champnell. Has a message been received from me from the Limehouse Police Station?' =,9'O/br  
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'Step this way.' s4*,ocyBP  
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We stepped that way,--into a snug enough office, of which one of the railway inspectors was apparently in charge. He was a big man, with a fair beard. He looked me up and down, as if doubtfully. Lessingham he recognised at once. He took off his cap to him. s.R(3}/  
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'Mr Lessingham, I believe?' 9UZX+@[F  
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'I am Mr Lessingham. Have you any news for me? Ez )Go6Q  
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I fancy, by his looks,--that the official was struck by the pallor of the speaker's face,--and by his tremulous voice. )Z62xK2  
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'I am instructed to give certain information to a Mr Augustus Champnell.' MQhL>oQ  
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'I am Mr Champnell. What's your information?' Fe8xOo6  
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'With reference to the Arab about whom you have been making inquiries. A foreigner, dressed like an Arab, with a great bundle on his head, took two single thirds for Hull by the midnight express.' I@e{>}  
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'Was he alone?' 8 W79  
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'It is believed that he was accompanied by a young man of very disreputable appearance. They were not together at the booking- office, but they had been seen together previously. A minute or so after the Arab had entered the train this young man got into the same compartment--they were in the front waggon.' Z%E;*R2+:>  
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'Why were they not detained?' 5tfD*j n  
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'We had no authority to detain them, nor any reason, until your message was received a few minutes ago we at this station were not aware that inquiries were being made for them.' n1!hfu7@s  
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'You say he booked to Hull,--does the train run through to Hull?' 9N[(f-`  
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'No--it doesn't go to Hull at all. Part of it's the Liverpool and Manchester Express, and part of it's for Carlisle. It divides at Derby. The man you're looking for will change either at Sheffield or at Cudworth Junction and go on to Hull by the first train in the morning. There's a local service.' C<B+!16  
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I looked at my watch. $! R]!s  
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'You say the train left at midnight. It's now nearly five-and- twenty past. Where's it now?' 6 k+4R<  
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'Nearing St Albans, it's due there 12.35.' l|j}Ggen  
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'Would there be time for a wire to reach St Albans?' svvl`|n%  
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'Hardly,--and anyhow there'll only be enough railway officials about the place to receive and despatch the train. They'll be fully occupied with their ordinary duties. There won't be time to get the police there.' W1_.wN$,5  
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'You could wire to St Albans to inquire if they were still in the train?'  ejc>  
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'That could be done,--certainly. I'll have it done at once if you like. y,/i3^y#_  
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'Then where's the next stoppage?' b;%t*?t  
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'Well, they're at Luton at 12.51. But that's another case of St Albans. You see there won't be much more than twenty minutes by the time you've got your wire off, and I don't expect there'll be many people awake at Luton. At these country places sometimes there's a policeman hanging about the station to see the express go through, but, on the other hand, very often there isn't, and if there isn't, probably at this time of night it'll take a good bit of time to get the police on the premises. I tell you what I should advise.' 0{g*\W*+~  
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'What's that?' wWy;dma#  
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'The train is due at Bedford at 1.29--send your wire there. There ought to be plenty of people about at Bedford, and anyhow there'll be time to get the police to the station.' R7kkth  
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'Very good. I instructed them to tell you to have a special ready,--have you got one?' vR!+ 8sy$  
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'There's an engine with steam up in the shed,--we'll have all ready for you in less than ten minutes. And I tell you what,-- you'll have about fifty minutes before the train is due at Bedford. It's a fifty mile run. With luck you ought to get there pretty nearly as soon as the express does.--Shall I tell them to get ready?' 3iCe5VF  
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'At once.' Dvg'  
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While he issued directions through a telephone to what, I presume, was the engine shed, I drew up a couple of telegrams. Having completed his orders he turned to me. mI&3y9; (  
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'They're coming out of the siding now--they'll be ready in less than ten minutes. I'll see that the line's kept clear Have you got those wires?' (6fD5XtS  
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'Here is one,--this is for Bedford.' m2m ;|rr  
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It ran: R o{xprE1  
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'Arrest the Arab who is in train due at 1.29. When leaving St Pancras he was in a third-class compartment in front waggon. He has a large bundle, which detain. He took two third singles for Hull. Also detain his companion, who is dressed like a tramp. This is a young lady whom the Arab has disguised and kidnapped while in a condition of hypnotic trance. Let her have medical assistance and be taken to a hotel. All expenses will be paid on the arrival of the undersigned who is following by special train. As the Arab will probably be very violent a sufficient force of police should be in waiting. yFd.tQs  
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'AUGUSTUS CHAMPNELL.' @@-TW`G7  
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'And this is the other. It is probably too late to be of any use at St Albans,--but send it there, and also to Luton.' 'Is Arab with companion in train which left St Pancras at 13.0? If so, do not let them get out till train reaches Bedford, where instructions are being wired for arrest.' o%`=+- K  
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The Inspector rapidly scanned them both. /J!:_Nq  
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'They ought to do your business, I should think. Come along with me--I'll have them sent at once, and we'll see if your train's ready.' S++~w9}  
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The train was not ready,--nor was it ready within the prescribed ten minutes. There was some hitch, I fancy, about a saloon. Finally we had to be content with an ordinary old-fashioned first- class carriage. The delay, however, was not altogether time lost. Just as the engine with its solitary coach was approaching the platform someone came running up with an envelope in his hand. YC56] Zp  
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'Telegram from St Albans.' :Ez, GAk  
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I tore it open. It was brief and to the point. lYQ|NL():  
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'Arab with companion was in train when it left here. Am wiring Luton.' x^ f)I|t  
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'That's all right. Now unless something wholly unforeseen takes place, we ought to have them.' ?0VR2Yb${b  
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I went forward with the Inspector and the guard of our train to exchange a few final words with the driver. The Inspector explained what instructions he had given. 6o 3 bq|  
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'I've told the driver not to spare his coal but to take you into Bedford within five minutes after the arrival of the express. He says he thinks that he can do it.' \U~4b_aN  
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The driver leaned over his engine, rubbing his hands with the usual oily rag. He was a short, wiry man with grey hair and a grizzled moustache, with about him that bearing of semi-humorous, frank-faced resolution which one notes about engine-drivers as a class. cpY {o^  
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'We ought to do it, the gradients are against us, but it's a clear night and there's no wind. The only thing that will stop us will be if there's any shunting on the road, or any luggage trains; of course, if we are blocked, we are blocked, but the Inspector says he'll clear the way for us.' E'5*w6  
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'Yes,' said the Inspector, 'I'll clear the way. I've wired down the road already.' w+o5iPLX  
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Atherton broke in. 7T[~~V^x  
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'Driver, if you get us into Bedford within five minutes of the arrival of the mail there'll be a five-pound note to divide between your mate and you.' 5- dt0I@<  
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The driver grinned. /Pjd"  
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'We'll get you there in time, sir, if we have to go clear through the shunters. It isn't often we get a chance of a five-pound note for a run to Bedford, and we'll do our best to earn it.' Fd8nR9A  
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The fireman waved his hand in the rear. \m`IgP*  
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'That's right, sir!' he cried. 'We'll have to trouble you for that five-pound note.' Z9m I%sC[(  
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So soon as we were clear of the station it began to seem probable that, as the fireman put it, Atherton would be 'troubled.' Journeying in a train which consists of a single carriage attached to an engine which is flying at topmost speed is a very different business from being an occupant of an ordinary train which is travelling at ordinary express rates. I had discovered that for myself before. That night it was impressed on me more than ever. A tyro--or even a nervous 'season'--might have been excused for expecting at every moment we were going to be derailed. It was hard to believe that the carriage had any springs,--it rocked and swung, and jogged and jolted. Of smooth travelling had we none. Talking was out of the question;--and for that, I, personally, was grateful. Quite apart from the difficulty we experienced in keeping our seats--and when every moment our position was being altered and we were jerked backwards and forwards up and down, this way and that, that was a business which required care,--the noise was deafening. It was as though we were being pursued by a legion of shrieking, bellowing, raging demons. _2k<MiqCD[  
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'George!' shrieked Atherton, 'he does mean to earn that fiver. I hope I'll be alive to pay it him!' hHt.N o  
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He was only at the other end of the carriage, but though I could see by the distortion of his visage that he was shouting at the top of his voice,--and he has a voice,--I only caught here and there a word or two of what he was saying. I had to make sense of the whole. FLlL0Gu  
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Lessingham's contortions were a study. Few of that large multitude of persons who are acquainted with him only by means of the portraits which have appeared in the illustrated papers, would then have recognised the rising statesman. Yet I believe that few things could have better fallen in with his mood than that wild travelling. He might have been almost shaken to pieces,--but the very severity of the shaking served to divert his thoughts from the one dread topic which threatened to absorb them to the exclusion of all else beside. Then there was the tonic influence of the element of risk. The pick-me-up effect of a spice of peril. Actual danger there quite probably was none; but there very really seemed to be. And one thing was absolutely certain, that if we did come to smash while going at that speed we should come to as everlasting smash as the heart of man could by any possibility desire. It is probable that the knowledge that this was so warmed the blood in Lessingham's veins. At any rate as--to use what in this case, was simply a form of speech--I sat and watched him, it seemed to me that he was getting a firmer hold of the strength which had all but escaped him, and that with every jog and jolt he was becoming more and more of a man. Q ?W6  
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On and on we went dashing, clashing, smashing, roaring, rumbling. Atherton, who had been endeavouring to peer through the window, strained his lungs again in the effort to make himself audible. {4{ACp  
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'Where the devil are we?' +B'9!t4 2  
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Looking at my watch I screamed back at him. OH*[  
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'It's nearly one, so I suppose we're somewhere in the neighbourhood of Luton.--Hollo! What's the matter?' |n67!1  
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That something was the matter seemed certain. There was a shrill whistle from the engine. In a second we were conscious--almost too conscious--of the application of the Westinghouse brake. Of all the jolting that was ever jolted! the mere reverberation of the carriage threatened to resolve our bodies into their component parts. Feeling what we felt then helped us to realise the retardatory force which that vacuum brake must be exerting,--it did not seem at all surprising that the train should have been brought to an almost instant stand-still. T3)/?f?|  
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Simultaneously all three of us were on our feet. I let down my window and Atherton let down his,--he shouting out, Nx;U]O6A  
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'I should think that Inspector's wire hasn't had it's proper effect, looks as if we're blocked--or else we've stopped at Luton. It can't be Bedford.' FG38)/  
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It wasn't Bedford--so much seemed clear. Though at first from my window I could make out nothing. I was feeling more than a trifle dazed,--there was a singing in my ears,--the sudden darkness was impenetrable. Then I became conscious that the guard was opening the door of his compartment. He stood on the step for a moment, seeming to hesitate. Then, with a lamp in his hand, he descended on to the line. 68kxw1xY  
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'What's the matter?' I asked. WIb\+!  
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'Don't know, sir. Seems as if there was something on the road. What's up there?' L`cc2.F  
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This was to the man on the engine. The fireman replied: &NZN_%  
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'Someone in front there's waving a red light like mad,--lucky I caught sight of him, we should have been clean on top of him in another moment. Looks as if there was something wrong. Here he comes.' @/l{  
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As my eyes grew more accustomed to the darkness I became aware that someone was making what haste he could along the six-foot way, swinging a red light as he came. Our guard advanced to meet him, shouting as he went: \=Af AO@  
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'What's the matter! Who's that?' t!c8 c^HR  
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A voice replied, q\O'r[&V  
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'My God! Is that George Hewett. I thought you were coming right on top of us!' $msT,$NJ  
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Our guard again. g/`i:=  
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'What! Jim Branson! What the devil are you doing here, what's wrong? I thought you were on the twelve out, we're chasing you.' 'd(}bYr)  
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'Are you? Then you've caught us. Thank God for it!--We're a wreck.' z2"2Xqy<U  
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I had already opened the carriage door. With that we all three clambered out on to the line. &,e@pvc3  
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Book IV. In Pursuit WG1Uv PK  
Chapter XLVII. The Contents of the Third-Class Carriage i(a2FKLy  
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I moved to the stranger who was holding the lamp. He was in official uniform. Z h)Qq?H  
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'Are you the guard of the 12.0 out from St Pancras?' 4yV}4f$q  
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'I am.' +@ga  
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'Where's your train? What's happened?' {gT2G*Ed^Z  
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'As for where it is, there it is, right in front of you, what's left of it. As to what's happened, why, we're wrecked.' 0h^&`H:  
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'What do you mean by you're wrecked?' 5>{  
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'Some heavy loaded trucks broke loose from a goods in front and came running down the hill on top of us.' j p g$5jZ  
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'How long ago was it?' 6;|6@j  
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'Not ten minutes. I was just starting off down the road to the signal box, it's a good two miles away, when I saw you coming. My God! I thought there was going to be another smash.' rt5FecX\  
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'Much damage done?' Z$a5vu*pg  
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'Seems to me as if we're all smashed up. As far as I can make out they're matchboxed up in front. I feel as if I was all broken up inside of me. I've been in the service going on for thirty years, and this is the first accident I've been in.' 4Go$OQ`  
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It was too dark to see the man's face, but judging from his tone he was either crying or very near to it. ZUA%ZkX=F  
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Our guard turned and shouted back to our engine, S9;:)  
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'You'd better go back to the box and let 'em know!' x3C^S~  
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'All right!' came echoing back. 4/+P7.}ea-  
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The special immediately commenced retreating, whistling continually as it went. All the country side must have heard the engine shrieking, and all who did hear must have understood that on the line something was seriously wrong. go[(N6hN  
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The smashed train was all in darkness, the force of the collision had put out all the carriage lamps. Here was a flickering candle, there the glimmer of a match, these were all the lights which shone upon the scene. People were piling up debris by the side of the line, for the purpose of making a fire,--more for illumination than for warmth. ZA! yw7~  
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Many of the passengers had succeeded in freeing themselves, and were moving hither and thither about the line. But the majority appeared to be still imprisoned. The carriage doors were jammed. Without the necessary tools it was impossible to open them. Every step we took our ears were saluted by piteous cries. Men, women, children, appealed to us for help. <>9zXbI  
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'Open the door, sir!' 'In the name of God, sir, open the door!' buv*qPO  
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Over and over again, in all sorts of tones, with all degrees of violence, the supplication was repeated. G\U'_G>  
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The guards vainly endeavoured to appease the, in many cases, half- frenzied creatures. +cw;a]o^>  
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'All right, sir! If you'll only wait a minute or two, madam! We can't get the doors open without tools, a special train's just started off to get them. If you'll only have patience there'll be plenty of help for everyone of you directly. You'll be quite safe in there, if you'll only keep still.' `z=I}6){  
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But that was just what they found it most difficult to do--keep still! ^oFg5  
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In the front of the train all was chaos. The trucks which had done the mischief--there were afterwards shown to be six of them, together with two guards' vans--appeared to have been laden with bags of Portland cement. The bags had burst, and everything was covered with what seemed gritty dust. The air was full of the stuff, it got into our eyes, half blinding us. The engine of the express had turned a complete somersault. It vomited forth smoke, and steam, and flames,--every moment it seemed as if the woodwork of the carriages immediately behind and beneath would catch fire. cH()Ze-B  
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The front coaches were, as the guard had put it, 'match-boxed.' They were nothing but a heap of debris,--telescoped into one another in a state of apparently inextricable confusion. It was broad daylight before access was gained to what had once been the interiors. The condition of the first third-class compartment revealed an extraordinary state of things. }d2]QD#O  
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Scattered all over it were pieces of what looked like partially burnt rags, and fragments of silk and linen. I have those fragments now. Experts have assured me that they are actually neither of silk nor linen! but of some material--animal rather than vegetable--with which they are wholly unacquainted. On the cushions and woodwork--especially on the woodwork of the floor-- were huge blotches,--stains of some sort. When first noticed they were damp, and gave out a most unpleasant smell. One of the pieces of woodwork is yet in my possession,--with the stain still on it. Experts have pronounced upon it too,--with the result that opinions are divided. Some maintain that the stain was produced by human blood, which had been subjected to a great heat, and, so to speak, parboiled. Others declare that it is the blood of some wild animal,--possibly of some creature of the cat species. Yet others affirm that it is not blood at all, but merely paint. While a fourth describes it as--I quote the written opinion which lies in front of me--'caused apparently by a deposit of some sort of viscid matter, probably the excretion of some variety of lizard.' ( Kh<qAP_n  
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In a corner of the carriage was the body of what seemed a young man costumed like a tramp. It was Marjorie Lindon. ig^9lM'  
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So far as a most careful search revealed, that was all the compartment contained. I&qT3/SVI  
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Book IV. In Pursuit d!D#:l3;  
Chapter XLVIII. The Conclusion of the Matter ]o$aGrZ  
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It is several years since I bore my part in the events which I have rapidly sketched,--or I should not have felt justified in giving them publicity. Exactly how many years, for reasons which should be sufficiently obvious, I must decline to say. XD%@Y~>+  
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Marjorie Lindon still lives. The spark of life which was left in her, when she was extricated from among the debris of the wrecked express, was fanned again into flame. Her restoration was, however, not merely an affair of weeks or months, it was a matter of years. I believe that, even after her physical powers were completely restored--in itself a tedious task--she was for something like three years under medical supervision as a lunatic. But all that skill and money could do was done, and in course of time--the great healer--the results were entirely satisfactory. zW#P ~zS  
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Her father is dead,--and has left her in possession of the family estates. She is married to the individual who, in these pages, has been known as Paul Lessingham. Were his real name divulged she would be recognised as the popular and universally reverenced wife of one of the greatest statesmen the age has seen. sg`   
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Nothing has been said to her about the fateful day on which she was--consciously or unconsciously--paraded through London in the tattered masculine habiliments of a vagabond. She herself has never once alluded to it. With the return of reason the affair seems to have passed from her memory as wholly as if it had never been, which, although she may not know it, is not the least cause she has for thankfulness. Therefore what actually transpired will never, in all human probability, be certainly known and particularly what precisely occurred in the railway carriage during that dreadful moment of sudden passing from life unto death. What became of the creature who all but did her to death; who he was--if it was a 'he,' which is extremely doubtful; whence he came; whither he went; what was the purport of his presence here,--to this hour these things are puzzles. R_W6}  
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Paul Lessingham has not since been troubled by his old tormentor. He has ceased to be a haunted man. None the less he continues to have what seems to be a constitutional disrelish for the subject of beetles, nor can he himself be induced to speak of them. Should they be mentioned in a general conversation, should he be unable to immediately bring about a change of theme, he will, if possible, get up and leave the room. More, on this point he and his wife are one. gky+.EP.  
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The fact may not be generally known, but it is so. Also I have reason to believe that there still are moments in which he harks back, with something like physical shrinking, to that awful nightmare of the past, and in which he prays God, that as it is distant from him now so may it be kept far off from him for ever. uwQgu!|x  
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Before closing, one matter may be casually mentioned. The tale has never been told, but I have unimpeachable authority for its authenticity. w[F})u]E  
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During the recent expeditionary advance towards Dongola, a body of native troops which was encamped at a remote spot in the desert was aroused one night by what seemed to be the sound of a loud explosion. The next morning, at a distance of about a couple of miles from the camp, a huge hole was discovered in the ground,--as if blasting operations, on an enormous scale, had recently been carried on. In the hole itself, and round about it, were found fragments of what seemed bodies; credible witnesses have assured me that they were bodies neither of men nor women, but of creatures of some monstrous growth. I prefer to believe, since no scientific examination of the remains took place, that these witnesses ignorantly, though innocently, erred. iZ>P>x\  
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One thing is sure. Numerous pieces, both of stone and of metal, were seen, which went far to suggest that some curious subterranean building had been blown up by the force of the explosion. Especially were there portions of moulded metal which seemed to belong to what must have been an immense bronze statue. There were picked up also, more than a dozen replicas in bronze of the whilom sacred scarabaeus. @{#'y4\>  
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That the den of demons described by Paul Lessingham, had, that night, at last come to an end, and that these things which lay scattered, here and there, on that treeless plain, were the evidences of its final destruction, is not a hypothesis which I should care to advance with any degree of certainty. But, putting this and that together, the facts seem to point that way,--and it is a consummation devoutly to be desired. !<=(/4o&P  
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By-the-bye, Sydney Atherton has married Miss Dora Grayling. Her wealth has made him one of the richest men in England. She began, the story goes, by loving him immensely; I can answer for the fact that he has ended by loving her as much. Their devotion to each other contradicts the pessimistic nonsense which supposes that every marriage must be of necessity a failure. He continues his career of an inventor. His investigations into the subject of aerial flight, which have brought the flying machine within the range of practical politics, are on everybody's tongue. rNicg]:\x  
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The best man at Atherton's wedding was Percy Woodville, now the Earl of Barnes. Within six months afterwards he married one of Mrs Atherton's bridesmaids. IY[qWs  
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It was never certainly shown how Robert Holt came to his end. At the inquest the coroner's jury was content to return a verdict of 'Died of exhaustion.' He lies buried in Kensal Green Cemetery, under a handsome tombstone, the cost of which, had he had it in his pockets, might have indefinitely prolonged his days. 1^GRUbOU[  
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It should be mentioned that that portion of this strange history which purports to be The Surprising Narration of Robert Holt was compiled from the statements which Holt made to Atherton, and to Miss Lindon, as she then was, when, a mud-stained, shattered derelict he lay at the lady's father's house. Z!fbc#L6  
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Miss Linden's contribution towards the elucidation of the mystery was written with her own hand. After her physical strength had come back to her, and, while mentally, she still hovered between the darkness and the light, her one relaxation was writing. Although she would never speak of what she had written, it was found that her theme was always the same. She confided to pen and paper what she would not speak of with her lips. She told, and re- told, and re-told again, the story of her love, and of her tribulation so far as it is contained in the present volume. Her MSS. invariably began and ended at the same point. They have all of them been destroyed, with one exception. That exception is herein placed before the reader. \h0+` ;Q  
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On the subject of the Mystery of the Beetle I do not propose to pronounce a confident opinion. Atherton and I have talked it over many and many a time, and at the end we have got no 'forrarder.' So far as I am personally concerned, experience has taught me that there are indeed more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy, and I am quite prepared to believe that the so-called Beetle, which others saw, but I never, was--or is, for it cannot be certainly shown that the thing is not still existing --a creature born neither of God nor man. Hv:~)h$  
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