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CHAPTER VIII
Fresh Links
We took our departure—silently and
unceremoniously, as if we bad been
very ordinary customers, doing very
ordinary business. But outside, In
Mincing lane, Maythorne halted, and
looked questlonlngly at Crole.
"Satisfied?” he asked.
“As far as that goes—yes," replied
Crple. “There’s no doubt about the
option—that’s clear enough. No get
ting past Mnznroff’s own handwriting
and own terms!”
“Very well—if you’re satisfied." said
Mnythorne. He moved forward a few
yards and against stopped. "I wish
we knew a bit more about Mazaroff’s
movements on the day following his
arrival at the Woodcock, ’’ he mut
tered. "It’s all vague, shadowy, un
certain —and yet bits keep coming out.
Well—the next job is Eccleshare and
Parslave. If we can’t get some light
through those two
He paused, looking round for a taxi
cab; as he signaled to one a little dis
tance away, Crole spoke.
“My Impression is that Eccleshare
will have as straight a tale to tell us
as we’ve heard from A rmintrade, ’’ he
exclaimed. “We’re off the track. May
thorne!—or. rather, we've never
been on it. Pvt- got an Intuition that
neither Armlntrade. nor Eccleshare,
nor Parslave know anything about nor
have anything whatever to do with
Mazaroff’s murder.”
“All the same, we’re going to have
things out with Eccleshare and Par
slave,” answered Maythorne. “We
may get a hint; a bit of a clew; any
thing. Perhaps," he added, as we set
tled ourselves in the cab, “perhaps
I’ve got a pretty good idea of how
things are, myself, Crole —but I want
all the contributory Information I can
get. And I want to know why Par
slave has been lying safely hidden in
Doctor Eccleshare’s house In London
ever since this affair happened.”
At Maythorne’s bidding we got out
at the corner of Conduit street and
walked along to his office. Outside his
door stood a fine, obviously brand-new
Rolls-Royce ear. Crole smiled at the
sight of It.
“One of your aristocratic clients, eh.
Maythorne?” he observed chattingly
“A duke or a duchess at least —what?"
“On the contrary, if you want to
know," answered Maythorne. who had
given car and chauffeur a sharp
glance, “that's Sir Samuel Loeke’s car
—or one of ’em —and his livery. And
I’ve a pretty good idea as to whom we
shall find upstairs."
“Who?" asked Crole. “Lady Loeke?”
“No—but her nephew, Mallison,” re
torted Maythorne. “A thousand to
one on It I Come in I"
We went upstairs. One of the girl
clerks came forward as we entered the
outer office.
“Air. Mallison —waiting to see you.
sir,” she said.
We went forward to Maythorne’s
private room. There stood, examining
a picture, the young man whom 1 had
seen MaV.aroff talking to at Hunting- I
don and at York. He turned sharply I
as we walked in, and a flicker of his
quick eyes showed that he recognized
me. He instantly picked out May
thorne. “Oh —er—Mr. Maythorne?"
he said. “I —er —just dropped in to
see you. don't you know—this Maza
roff affair. Queer business, ain't it?”
“What do you know .about it, Mr.
Mallison?" asked Maythorne. "We’re
anxious to get any information we
can. And if you con tell us any
thing—"
Mallison sought inspiration in his
Cigarette.
"Oh, well, I—l scarcely know any
thing at all I" he said. “Os course. I
met Mazaroff in Park lane, and I saw
one of the blue diamonds, and heard
about the pair of ’em—the other was
in the hands of a chap named Arm — '
something—not Armstrong, though—a
banking man. And between you and
me. Lady Loeke was jolly keen about
getting hold of the pair, though she
didn’t say much about it just at the
time. But I know, she was all for Sir
Samuel buying ’em there and then.
That’s what I gave Mazaroff the tip
about when I met him as I was going
north."
“I see!" said Maythorne. "You were
both going north about the same time,
eh? To be sure. And what were you
going north for?”
“Inspect some shootings,” answered I
Mallison, promptly. "Looked over a I
lot while I was up there —both sides
the Tweed."
"Capital idea!" agreed Maythorne. !
"And you met Mazaroff —accidentally?
At Huntingdon, first; then at York
Exactly. But—did you ever meet
him again?"
"Ob. yes." replied Mallison. “1 met
him at Gilehester.”
“At Gilehester. eh? That’s the mar
ke» town for Mnri-iistbiie a few miles
from the Woodcock. How did you
come to meet him there?’
“Accident I I'd motored over from
Jedburgh to look at a shooting near
Gilehester. I went Into the hotel there
to get some lunch, and stopped a bit
afterward. Mazaroff came In —we had
a drink or two together."
“You met Mazaroff at Gilehester
Did you talk about the diamonds
again?”
“Os course! He told me what he’d
done. He said he’d seen this agent of
his—Arm —something— ’’
“The man’s name is Armintrade.”
“That’s it!—Armlntrade. He said
he’d just seen Armlntrade, who was
shooting in the neighborhood, and
they’d come to an agreement. Maza
roff' had given Armintrade an option
—for a hundred and seventy-five thou
sand. He believed Armlntrade would
take it up. But, If he didn’t, then,
Mazaroff said, Lady Loeke should have
the pair at the price first named—a
hundred and sixty thousand.”
“That corroborates Armintrade,” re
marked Maythorne In an aside to Crole
and myself. “Well,” he went on. turn
ing again to his caller. “I’m much
obliged to you for calling.”
“That’s all right,” replied Mallison,
artlessly. "Thought I'd just drop in.
yon know—always glad to he of help.”
He went away presently, and the
three of us looked at each other. Crole
spoke first.
“As you said just now. Maythorne
that corroborates Armintrade," he re
marked. “And I’m beginning to think
that this is a simple case of murder
for the sake of robbery."
“That's no new theory.” observed
Maythorne. “It's the original one—
hut it may have all manner of varia
tions. Well, now Eccleshare and Par
slave! That’s the next —”
The door opened just them—a girl
clerk appeared.
"Sergeant Manners and Detective
Sergeant Corkerdale to see yon. sir.”
she announced.
“Show them In!" said Maythorne.
He turned wonderlngly on us as the
girl withdrew. “Manners!” he ex
claimed. “Here In London? What’s
that moan? Something fresh! Well.
Manners?” he continued, as the ser
geant and another man. both in plain
clothes, came into the room, staring
curiously at their surroundings, “what
brings you here? Take a sent! —you
know these gentlemen."
Manners grinned at (’role and my
self. He jerked a thumb at his com
panion. a quiet-looking, observqnt man
“Detective Sergeant Corkerdale, of
rhe Yard, gentlemen.” he said. “Well,
Mr. Maythorne. I’m here on business
you can guess at. The fact is, 1
learned something yesterday, and I
hurried up to town, by orders, and
I’ve been to New Scotland Yard, and
told all we know They’ve put Cor
kerdale here on to help me. Two or
three things happened our way yester
day. All the folks—Elphinstones—left
Marrasdale tower for London, sudden.
Then, the High Cap lodge party broke
up and came here, too —same train.
Later in the morning that old chap
Cowie, that lives in a cottage close by
Reiver’s den, came to me and said
that he’d something to tell —something,
he said, that he’d kept to himself until
the gentlemen had gone away from
Mr. Courthope’s. Then, when I’d as
sured him that no harm would come to
him, he went on to tell me that on the
night of Mazaroff’s murder, some little
time after hearing a shot tired near
his cottage, he went out, and from
behind his garden hedge, saw two
men, close by. One. he said, was the
big fat gentleman from High Cap
lodge, the other was Parslave. And.
says Cowie, he saw ’em go away to
gether, talking, sort of whispering. In
the direction of Courthope’S. Now. as
we know. Parslave's never been seen
since—in our parts. Where is he?”
"Is that what.you’ve come to see
Doctor Eccleshare about. Manners?”
asked Maythorne.
“That’s it, sir! —me and Detective
Sergeant Corkerdale here are going to
see Doctor Eccleshare and hear what
he’s got to say,” answered Manners.
“If Parslave was with him that night,
then I want to know why—and I want
to know where Parslave is now !”
"Then I'll save you some trouble,
Manners," said Maythorne. “Parslave
is where he’s probably been ever
since the night of the murder —or,
rather, since the day after. He’s in
Doctor Eccleshare’s house, at Padding- .
ton !”
The two policemen looked at each
other. But that was only for a sec
ond : each turned sharply on May
thorne. The man from New Scotland
Yard spoke.
“That looks like some sort of collu
sion between him and this doctor,"
he said. “They’ll have to be seen."
“\Ve were just going to see them
when you came," remarked May
thorne. “You'd better come with us.
Come along!—we'll go see him. and
hear the latest.”
We all filed out and squeezed
EARLY rnnvTV nviv« ni»rriv
ourselves Into a taxicab: Maythorne
hade its driver to set us down at the
comer of Chapel street. Arrived
there, he turned a little way down Edg
ware road, looked at his watch, and
beckoning the rest of us to follow,
entered the saloon bar of a pretentious
looking tavern. There, in a quiet cor
ner. a tankard of ale and a plate of
bread-and-cheese before him, sat the
queer clerk, Cottingley, quietly munch
ing, and reading a newspaper.
We grouped ourselves round Cot
tingley. Maythorne, instead of plung
ing straight into business. Invited us
all to take a drink, and said nothing
until each of us had a glass in his
hand. Then he turned on the clerk.
“Well?” he said.
Cottingley leaned closer, over the
little table at which he sat. *
"Eccleshare,” he answered in a low
voice, “came home, from Euston, about
six-thirty last night. Three suitcases
and a guncase. Parslave came out
and helped to carry them In. At seven
o’clock Eccleshare came out, alone.
He went to Rlggiorl’s, round the cor
ner here in Chapel street. He dined
there. He left there just after eight,
and went home. About nine o’clock
Parslave came out. He went to a pub
lic house, higher up the street, and
had a pint of ale there. Then he went
back. Neither of ’em showed again
last night: neither of ’em left the
house this morning. But about nine
o’clock a van came there and left six
trunks —the sort of trunks people use
that are going long-distance traveling;
those strong, zinc-lined affairs. They
were carried in by the men who came
with the van. That’s all.”
“Plenty!” observed Maythorne. He
glanced significantly at the man from
New Scotland Yard. “Eccleshare is
going to clear outI” he said. “What
do you think. Corkerdale?”
“What I think," Corkerdale an
swered, “is that the sooner we get
to business the better.”
“The simplest thing to do,” said
Maythorne, "is to walk in there, say
that Parslave’s been seen to enter,
and have it out with the two of them.
Come on! —we’ll go there and walk
straight in.”
We left Cottingley and, led by May-1
thorne and Manners, went off to the
quiet side street. Maythorne knocked;
the door was opened almost instantly
by a tall, elderly woman in cap and
apron.
“Doctor Eccleshare at home?” de
manded Maythorne. “Just so —thank
you, we’ll come in.”
He and Manners were over the
threshold before the woman could say
anything; the rest of us crowding
closely behind, and, looking over their
shoulders, found ourselves gazing on
a big, roomy hall, set in the center of
the ground floor. And there, before
us. and now turning on this incur
sion with wondering and surprised
faces, were our two men. The trunks
of which Cottingley had spoken were
open on the hall floor, Parslave, in his
shirt sleeves, was engaged in packing
things into them, under Eccleshare’s
superintendence. Clearly, as May
thorne had suggested. Eccleshare was
contemplating a departure.
He turned on us sharply as we
crowded in, and the look that he gave
us was one of nothing but surprise—
there was no annoyance, no sign of
self-consciousness; it was easy to see
that all that was in his mind was just
wonder at our presence.
“Hullo!" he exclaimed. “What’s
this? You, Manners? —and a whole
company behind you? What’s arisen?
—some new development?”
Manners, without hesitation, pointed
to Parslave, who. on his knees beside
a trunk, had turned to stare at him.
open-mouthed.
"Doctor Eccleshare!” he said.
'•What’s that man doing in your
house?”
Eccleshare, tn his turn, stared —first
at Parslave, then at Manners. “Par
slave?” he said. “Why shouldn’t, he
be in my house? He’s in my employ—
my man!”
“Your man—your servant?” asked
Manners. “Since —when?”
"Since 1 engaged him at Marras
dale," retorted Eccleshare. He looked
from one to the other of us. “I don’t
know what concern it is of anybody’s.
Manners," he went on. “but since you
seem extraordinarily inquisitive, 1
may as well tell you that I’ve sold this
practice and I’m going to South Amer
ica—on other pursuits. 1 wanted a
strong, capable man—preferably a
countryman, used to outdoor life —to
go with me, and I engaged Parslave.
That’s why he’s here."
Manners drew a long breath and j
shook his head.
“You know that we’ve had a bill out
for Parslave this last two or three
days, Doctor Eccleshare,” he said.
“Posted all about the district! Why
didn’t you tell us where Parslave
was?”
“Pardon me, my man. I know noth
ing whatever about any bill,” replied
Eccleshare. “1 was never near Marras
dale nor Birnside nor Gilehester the
last few days I was in your parts. I
neither saw your bill nor heard of it." I
Manners became official In aspect
and tone. He jerked his head towards
Corkerdale.
“Oh. very well, doctor!” he said.
"This is Detective Sergeant Corker
dale. from New Scotland Yard. I’ve
been there this morning and laid be
fore the authorities certain facts con-1
cerning you and Parslave, and if we
don’t get some satisfactory explana-1
tion from you, I shall just have to ask.
you to come with us and explain|
things elsewhere.”
Eccleshare’s big face flushed a little.
But he. made an obvious attempt to
keep his temper.
"That sounds very threatening. I
■B; I
“HulJoj" He Exclaimed, “What's This?”
Manners," he answered. “What ex
planation do you want?”
Manners hesitated. “I’m no law
yer!” he exclaimed. "No hand at put
ting things—as they ought to be put.
Mr. Crole there is a lawyer. Per
haps—”
He glanced appealingly at Crole,
and Crole turned to Eccleshare with
a smile.
“The situation is this, Doctor Ec
cleshare,” he said. “You know as well
as we do that Mr. Mazaroff was mur
dered at or near Reiver’s den on the
third night after his arrival at the
Woodcock. He was also robbed of
al) his valuables, and of important
papers. About the same time, this
man, Parslave —no implication on you,
Parslave, mind, in what I say!—dis
appears, mysteriously. Parslave is
now discovered in your house, here in
London. You’ve given an explanation
of that. But —fhere’s more, and it is
this, I think, that Sergeant Manners
is particularly referring to. After
you and Mr. Armintrade and your
host, Mr. Courthope, left Marrasdale
yesterday morning, information was
given to Manners to the effect that
you and Parslave were seen near
Reiver’s den on the night of the mur
der, just after the informant had
heard the shot fired which was, no
doubt, the immediate cause of Maza
roff’s death. Now. my dear sir, I
think you should explain—anything
that you can explain."
“Before I give any explanation,”
said Eccleshare, after a pause, “I
should like to know who it was that
saw Parslave and myself near Reiver’s
den on the night of the murder.”
“Well —it was Cowie," said Man
ners. “The old man who lives in the
cottage near Reivers’ den. He saw
you—both.”
Eccleshare nodded. He was look
ing from one to the other of us, and
for a moment or two he remained si
lent, evidently thinking.
"Look here!” he said, suddenly.
"Am I—or is Parslave —or are the two
of us suspected of the murder of
Mazaroff?”
No one answered. Manners moved
uneasily in'his chair; the man from
New Scotland Yard [(reserved a gran
ite-like countenance; Maythorne showed
what seemed to be indifference;
Crole and myself looked on. There
was a brief silence —broken by Man
ners.
“I should like to know what Par
slave there has to say about his move
ments that night!” he said. "A rare
lot of trouble he’s given us!”
“I’m quite sure that Parslave hasn’t
the slightest notion that he gave you
any trouble,” remarked Eccleshare.
"You forget, I think, that Parslave
can’t read —so he hasn’t learned any
thing from the newspapers. But—
Parslave, tell Sergeant Manners what
you did that evening you left Marras
dale.”
(continued next week.)
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