VINTAGE MYSTERIES - 70+ Stories in One Volume (Thriller Classics Series). Robert Barr

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      'And Podgers has been all over the place?'

      'Yes.'

      'Saw no signs of a coining establishment?'

      'No. It is absolutely impossible that any coining can be done there. Besides, as I tell you, that respectable clerk brings him the money.'

      'I suppose you want me to take Podgers' position?'

      'Well, Monsieur Valmont, to tell you the truth, I would rather you didn't. Podgers has done everything a man can do, but I thought if you got into the house, Podgers assisting, you might go through it night after night at your leisure.'

      'I see. That's just a little dangerous in England. I think I should prefer to assure myself the legitimate standing of being the amiable Podgers' successor. You say that Summertrees has no business?'

      'Well, sir, not what you might call a business. He is by the way of being an author, but I don't count that any business.'

      'Oh, an author, is he? When does he do his writing?'

      'He locks himself up most of the day in his study.'

      'Does he come out for lunch?'

      'No; he lights a little spirit lamp inside, Podgers tells me, and makes himself a cup of coffee, which he takes with a sandwich or two.'

      'That's rather frugal fare for Park Lane.'

      'Yes, Monsieur Valmont, it is, but he makes it up in the evening, when he has a long dinner with all them foreign kickshaws you people like, done by his French cook.'

      'Sensible man! Well, Hale, I see I shall look forward with pleasure to making the acquaintance of Mr. Summertrees. Is there any restriction on the going and coming of your man Podgers?'

      'None in the least. He can get away either night or day.'

      'Very good, friend Hale, bring him here tomorrow, as soon as our author locks himself up in his study, or rather, I should say, as soon as the respectable clerk leaves for Tottenham Court Road, which I should guess, as you put it, is about half an hour after his master turns the key of the room in which he writes.'

      'You are quite right in that guess, Valmont. How did you hit it?'

      'Merely a surmise, Hale. There is a good deal of oddity about that Park Lane house, so it doesn't surprise me in the least that the master gets to work earlier in the morning than the man. I have also a suspicion that Ralph Summertrees knows perfectly well what the estimable Podgers is there for.'

      'What makes you think that?'

      'I can give no reason except that my opinion of the acuteness of Summertrees has been gradually rising all the while you were speaking, and at the same time my estimate of Podgers' craft has been as steadily declining. However, bring the man here tomorrow, that I may ask him a few questions.'

      Next day, about eleven o'clock, the ponderous Podgers, hat in hand, followed his chief into my room. His broad, impassive, immobile smooth face gave him rather more the air of a genuine butler than I had expected, and this appearance, of course, was enhanced by his livery. His replies to my questions were those of a well-trained servant who will not say too much unless it is made worth his while. All in all, Podgers exceeded my expectations, and really my friend Hale had some justification for regarding him, as he evidently did, a triumph in his line.

      'Sit down, Mr. Hale, and you, Podgers.'

      The man disregarded my invitation, standing like a statue until his chief made a motion; then he dropped into a chair. The English are great on discipline.

      'Now, Mr. Hale, I must first congratulate you on the make-up of Podgers. It is excellent. You depend less on artificial assistance than we do in France, and in that I think you are right.'

      'Oh, we know a bit over here, Monsieur Valmont,' said Hale, with pardonable pride.

      'Now then, Podgers, I want to ask you about this clerk. What time does he arrive in the evening?'

      'At prompt six, sir.'

      'Does he ring, or let himself in with a latchkey?'

      'With a latchkey, sir.'

      'How does he carry the money?'

      'In a little locked leather satchel, sir, flung over his shoulder.'

      'Does he go direct to the dining-room?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'Have you seen him unlock the safe and put in the money?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'Does the safe unlock with a word or a key?'

      'With a key, sir. It's one of the old-fashioned kind.'

      'Then the clerk unlocks his leather money bag?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'That's three keys used within as many minutes. Are they separate or in a bunch?'

      'In a bunch, sir.'

      'Did you ever see your master with this bunch of keys?'

      'No, sir.'

      'You saw him open the safe once, I am told?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'Did he use a separate key, or one of a bunch?'

      Podgers slowly scratched his head, then said,—

      'I don't just remember, sir.'

      'Ah, Podgers, you are neglecting the big things in that house. Sure you can't remember?'

      'No, sir.'

      'Once the money is in and the safe locked up, what does the clerk do?'

      'Goes to his room, sir.'

      'Where is this room?'

      'On the third floor, sir.'

      'Where do you sleep?'

      'On the fourth floor with the rest of the servants, sir.'

      'Where does the master sleep?'

      'On the second floor, adjoining his study.'

      'The house consists of four stories and a basement, does it?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'I have somehow arrived at the suspicion that it is a very narrow house. Is that true?'

      'Yes, sir.'

      'Does the clerk ever dine with your master?'

      'No, sir. The clerk don't eat in the house at all, sir.'

      'Does he go away before breakfast?'

      'No, СКАЧАТЬ