Shaughnessy bent down and whispered to his senior.
"Looks like he came in through that window, chief," he said.
Delbury, who was busily examine the contents of the wallet, shrugged and told his second to go over and have a look at it.
But as Harper walked across he was cut short by an expression from Delbury in which amazement, incredulity and utter bewilderment were all blended. "Great heavens, Mick, look here!"
Delbury had just open a concealed flap in the wallet and taken something out.
Shaughnessy picked the card up.
"That's the thirty-sixth I've seen like that," he said quietly..
"And it's the first one that wasn't addressed to the Yard,"
Delbury flicked the card over. It was addressed to Willard Lyall, Esq., at his house at Highgate. The post-mark was a smudgy bodge of ink and indecipherable.
Shaughnessy took it again and studied it critically. His special
"Not a spot," said Harper disgustedly. "There's millions of finger marks here, but they're all blanks. It looks to me as though Valmon Dain always worked in rubber gloves." "Now that's dammed odd," said Delbury in a puzzled voice."Look! The dead man is wearing rubber gloves."They gaze at the rubber shod hands and racked their brains to elucidate the new point of conjecture."What do you make of it, Mick?" he asked helplessly."Never saw such a case for red herrings in all my life," declared the Irishman helpfully. "Everything's right and everything's wrong-----and nothing's right at all, bedad."Delbury wasn't listening to him. His eyes were fixed in a rigid stare at a point in the wall five feet above the chemical bench.."Look----What's that?" he queried in a strained voice. "Up there in the wall---look."Harper was about to jump up on the bench and investigate wh
"What on earth do you mean?" asked Mercia irritably."Well, if you must have it in so many words, miss. did he come home last night?" "Mr. Notting hill, you are too perfectly ridiculous for words. Is it your usual procedure to ring up complete strangers at ludicrous hours of the morning and inquire if the owner of the house has been out all night?" Mercia's tone was sarcastic to the point of being politely chilly.. "Miss, if only you knew how urgent it was you wouldn't stand there being snappy like that." There was a whine almost of apprehension in the throaty voice. "will you please answer me?" he added earnestly. "Did he come home safe and sound last night?" "Mr. Lyall didn't go out last night," snapped Mercia sharply. "Didn't he? You can take my word for it, lady-----he did!"Mercia whitened. she felt her skin prickle all over with a sudden horrible feeling of dread. Th
Hello! Are you there? I say you shall answer me or I swear I'll tell the police every word you've told me. I could recognize your voice again anywhere. And I will tell them every single thing--- I will, I swear it. What has happened? You are trying to hide something from me. Either that or you are afraid to tell me what you know. What is it? What is all this absurd mystery?" "Absurd lady?" The voice grunted horribly. "You'll find it ain't nothing absurd--- not when you get the news. you'll be putting the blinds up at Greydene inside an hour--- and you can lay your life on that. It ain't up to me to break nasty news to a lady--- and I ain't no hand at it in anyway. But if Mr. Lyall never got home from Hendon last night, it means that the other man got him." "What----what on earth do you mean?" Mercia felt her whole body drain white. It was as though the blood had fallen out of her, leaving her a cold bloodless thing, a mere form cast in marble. Hend
Delbury and Shaughnessy climbed out of their car in the Notting Hill backwater. A hurried inspection of the local directory had soon located the jewellery shop that admitted to the proprietorship of one Tansy. They glanced up and down the road. There was no traffic, and only a solitary pedestrian or two hurrying to work broke the monotonous emptiness of the street. "Looks a likely sort of a hole for a jeweller's," said Shaughnessy grimly. "It's meself that's thinking Mr. Tansy has a turnover of tuppence an hour---no less!""Looks good to me," assented Delbury. "The Ghost says he's a smelter and you can stake your buttons on it he's right. Jump around the back. Criminal aren't early risers, as a class. He's still in bed yet. Round you go and hang on to him like a limpet if he tries to make a bolt." Delbury gave his man five minutes grace and then banged thunderously on the knocker. The echoes of it clanged through the house; and
They had not been five minutes in that room before they realised they had stumbled upon a place for which they had been scouring London for many years. "This chap Tansy is cute," admitted Delbury; darn cute. I've been looking for this workshop all over south London, I'd have sworn all the melting was being done on the other side of the bridges. Look here----and here." Parcels of jewellery were lying about openly on the benches. It was obvious that the fence had opened out his entire stock, taken the most negotiable of the best and bolted in panic with as much as he could carry. "There's a phone over there, look--- ring up the yard. Tell them to send another man along to look out for this place or better ask for two . There's far more than one will be able to catalogue. Gosh, the stuff is as thick as leaves in autumn." Shaughnessy did the phoning while Delbury searched the rest of the house. He scoured
"The other two do not matter," he said, looking her full in the eyes again. "But the third is ---- yourself."Mercia flushed a sudden scarlet eyes which a moment before had been alight with pent-up anxiety and repressed emotion blazed in an instant into hot indignation."Arrest me?" she cried. "What do you mean? How dare you suggest such a thing?"Delbury made a gesture of restraint."For your own good, madam, I must ask you not to get excited," he said. " this is a very grave matter and one which is as distasteful to me as it must be to you. I ask you to believe that, in all fairness to me. I will not detain you any longer than I can possibly help. As soon as I have obtained from you such information as I require I will answer as many questions of yours as you wish. also your mother can be present when I tell you." Mercia subsided; she sat down and folded her hands in her lap, but she regarded the detective with an a
"why not?""well, I knew that he had gone out to Hendon, you see.""oh!" Delbury looked his surprise. "And how did you know that?" he asked. "A man rang up---- somebody I've never seen or heard of before rang up and asked me if dad had got home yet from Hendon. That was the first I knew that he had not gone to bed all night.""What?" Delbury jumped. "A man rang up?" he snapped."Who was it?""I don't know. I'd tell you if I did. A coarsely spoken man; he referred himself as the gent from Notting hill." "Good Lord! Tansy," breathed Delbury. "so that's where he got the wire from. miss Lyall, do you know that by answering that telephone you have let one of the worst criminals in London slip through our fingers?""I wasn't aware of it, but I couldn't help it even if I did. But in what way does all this concern my father? I think I have answered quite enough of your questions. And really I cannot tax my anx
"Daddy? murdered?" Mrs. Lyall scarcely breathed the words. A mist of utter incredulity had clouded her brain. she could not bring herself even to associate the two words, much less to believe them. The detective had made a ghastly mistake. something was ludicrously, shockingly wrong. "But- but, Mercia," she gasped. "In God's name, tell me what he told you. Daddy murdered- why, the very idea of it is imbecilic. who on earth would want to murder him? Why it's absurd; the man's mad." And all the time she spoke the devil's of doubt were gnawing at her very heart. The whole mass of that doubt were nights mysteries were piling up their forces in her brain to convince her that something very dreadful had happened. "I---- I believe it, mumsy." Mercia spoke dully, her eyes still looking fixedly ahead at the opposite wall. "I think I believed it the moment I opened my eyes this morning. There seemed to be something in the in the air. I couldn't sleep. I d