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Certainly, monsieur. Will you step this way?
I neednt say I would infinitely prefer not to go. However, if you assure me it is necessary, I can have no choice in the matter.
The Inspector, left to his own devices, called Broughton and, going on board the Bullfinch, had the clerks story repeated in great detail, the actual place where each incident happened being pointed out. He made a search for any object that might have been dropped, but without success, visited the wharf and other points from which the work at the cask might have been overlooked, and generally made himself thoroughly familiar with the circumstances. By the time this was done the other men who had been unloading the forehold had returned from dinner, and he interviewed them, questioning each individually. No additional information was received.
Yes, sir, he answered, your cask has arrived. By a curious coincidence it is this one beside us. We had just separated it out from the wine-barrels owing to its being differently consigned.
I heard the front door bang not ten minutes ago, monsieur, he said, as I took off my wet coat. I got up to see if anything was wrong.
I think we can deduce that, said Lefarge.
No, I admit the old chap seems all right. But if they didnt do it, how do you account for the cask being here?
Party just about to go home for dinner. Am waiting on road south of carriers yard.
As a matter of fact so do I, replied Lefarge. You get the air and the motion is pleasanter and more silent than a bus. They are not so slow either when you consider the stops.
He produced a number of old receipted bills and circulars, with some unimportant letters and printed papers, but not a scrap in Madames handwriting could he discover.
Then I am afraid we are not in agreement as to what is material. At all events, it all goes back to my original question, What is in the cask?
On the third day there was another letter from Clifford. The lawyer wrote that he had been greatly struck by the intelligence of the carter who had carried about the cask in London. Surprised at so superior a man holding such a position, he had brought him to his house in the hope of learning his history. And there he had made a discovery of the highest importance, and which, he thought, would lead them direct to the end of their quest. The carter, John Hill, had been quite ready to tell his story, which was as follows: Until four years previously Hill had been a constable in the Metropolitan police. He had a good record, and, he had believed, a future. Then he had had an unfortunate difference with his superior officer. Hill did not give the particulars, but Clifford understood it was a private matter and concerned a girl. But it led to a row during hours of duty, in which Hill admitted having entirely forgotten himself. He had been dismissed, and, after a long and weary search, could find no better job than he now held.
Yes, about then.
No, I should use my own.
Ive just had a telephone call and I want to send some other messages. Ill be engaged for half an hour. Then he closed the door and slipped the bolt.
There remains therefore the carter, and, as we must neglect no possibilities, I will ask you to give me the address of the cartage firm and any information about the man that you may have.
There was silence for several seconds, then Heppenstall spoke again.
He has not then been gone long, I suppose?
Was it, thought La Touche, merely a coincidence that this clean-shaven carter should begin to grow a beard immediately after the delivery of the cask? When two more days passed and the man did not turn up, La Touche determined to call on him.
Looks like it certainly. Then, after a pause: Come to my room for that letter to M. Chauvet.
Well, you know, Palmer, blackmail is not much better than theft, said Burnley.