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Now, lets have a look at that letter.
You will allow us to keep this in the meantime, I presume? he asked.
Then for both our sakes I hope your case will not go on. Good-day, Mr. Burnley. Glad to have met you.
M. Le Gautier smiled.
This had the desired effect and the clerk answered:
As I stood in the study a further idea occurred to me. I had thought of a use for a brooch that had dropped from my wifes clothes. It had fallen just behind the chair she had been sitting in, and I thought if I placed it on the floor behind a chair in his room, it would suggest she had been murdered here. My eye fell on a chair with a low back, standing in front of a curtain, and I saw at once it would suit my purpose. I dropped the brooch behind it and it caught on the braid at the bottom of the curtain. There it was hidden from casual inspection by the chair, but I knew the police would not overlook it. I withdrew without disturbing anything or leaving traces, closed the window, and returned to the city.
No! cried Mallet, who had been looking about with the torch. See here!
And what time did the message come for you from your works?
The difficulty is that you must see Boirac without his seeing you, he ended up, we do not want him to know we are on his trail.
No, I took it, that went without saying.
Lefarge seemed to consider, and then,
Singular set of circumstances, Mr. Felix, he said, as they shook hands. I trust they will remain only that.
This grows interesting, thought La Touche, as he once more emerged into the street. Boirac dismisses a typist on the very day the cask reaches St. Katherines Docks. Now, I wonder if the new typewriter made its appearance at the same time. I must get hold of that girl Lambert.
I think I am right in saying that these papers are complete and correct in every detail?
There was no reply, and Burnley, who had not been observing his companion, looked around. Lefarge was on his knees examining with a lens something hidden among the thick pile of the carpet. He was entirely engrossed, and did not appear to have heard Burnleys remark, but as the latter moved over he rose to his feet with a satisfied little laugh.
No, said Felix, after a pause, I dont think I spoke to a soul, and I certainly did not enter a caf.
No! cried Mallet, who had been looking about with the torch. See here!
Lefarge smiled, and the butler, politely presuming this was meant for a joke, smiled also.
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 want to arrest him, Hastings. Point him out when you see him.
Was that before five? I was to meet him about five.