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The money I have already received, and I am sending your share at once. And now, old chap, do not be very annoyed when I tell you I am playing a little trick on you. I apologise.
Oh, not so bad, not so bad, returned the other. Im just going back to the city.
But, wrote Clifford, its an ill wind, etc. This curious history of Hills is the thing that will settle our case. He has been trained in observation, and he observed something about the man with the cask that will definitely settle his identity. When he was paying him he noticed on the back of the first joint of his right forefinger, a small scar as if from a burn. He says he is sure of this mark and could swear to it. I asked him had he told the police. He said not, that he didnt love the police, and that he had answered what he had been asked and nothing more. When he understood I was acting against the police he volunteered the information, and I could see that he would be glad to give evidence that would upset their conclusions.
Who else?
Now, the caf in the Place de la Bastille. Which one was it?
But how do you know he didnt stumble?
My name and address you know, began M. Boirac. In business I am the managing director of the Avrotte Pump Construction Co., whose works are situated off the rue Championnet, not far from the Omnibus Co.s depot. I am fairly well off, and we lived comfortably, my wife going a good deal into society.
I dont know where it is. I dont, I swear. See ere, boss, the words now poured out of his mouth in a rapid stream, Ill tell you the truth, I will, swelp me Gawd. Listen to me.
Now, mademoiselle, had it any other peculiaritiesdefective letters or alignment or anything of that kind?
We are trying to trace a man whom we believe stayed here recently, explained Lefarge. His name was Lon Felix.
As the Company is liable for its delivery at the address it bears, please accompany it as the representative of the Company, and report to me of its safe arrival in due course.
At the wharf office the young man left me in the outer office while he went, as he said, to get the proper clerk for my work. But he returned with a man that was evidently the manager, and I knew at once that something was wrong. This opinion was confirmed when the manager began raising objection after objection to letting the cask go.
Not at all. Where shall I send that list of casks?
He was a man of about middle height, rather slightly and elegantly built. He was foreign-looking, French, I should say, or even Spanish, with dark eyes and complexion, and black hair. He wore a short, pointed beard. He was dressed in blue clothes of good quality, with a dark-green or brown Homburg hat, and black shoes with light spats. I did not observe his collar and tie specially, but he gave me the impression of being well-dressed in such matters of detail. He wore a ring with some kind of stone on the little finger of his left hand.
The two men pushed open the caf door and entered a fairly large room dotted with small marble tables, with a bar in one corner and a dancing stage at the back. Seating themselves unostentatiously at a table near the door they called for drinks.
Good! interjected Heppenstall.
What was this man like?
And did you purchase the bonds?
I want every word of this conversation, mademoiselle, said the Chief. Please be careful to miss none of it, and also to keep quiet.