Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-02-21
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"Yes. Of course I did. WheI
they said they wanted run In the
car somewhere, it wasn't Tor me
to take them without permission
So 1 asked DR.. Thurston."
"And what did he say?"
Gle told me not to bother him
Take them anywhere"
$50 you decided to come TO SID
ney Sewell."
Fellowes was silent for a mo-
ment, then said, mo. I didn't
choose it. They said where they
wanted to CO."
"Mm. So you've no idea why
this place was chosen?"
"No."
"You had no object in coming
here yourself ?"
mo-"
Rather good at monosyllables
aren't you, Fellowes ?"
Don't know what you mean "
We returned to the public bar
Lord Simon seemed rather quiet,
even perplexed at that moment,
But very shortly we saw Strick-
land and Norris returning. Eel
loves must have told them at once
of our presence, for Strickland
burst into the room, and Norris
followed him.
"What the devil do you mean
by tr~.-.a us about like this 2"
Strickland asked furiously.
"Cool down, my lad," drawled
Lord Simon. Cant fellow have
a run in a car without all this ex-
citement?
Don't talk rot, Plimsoll,"
shouted Strickland. "You fol-
lowed us here! You must have.
AS for you, Townsend, sneaking
round with these dam detectives
I'm disguised. Are you trying
to prove that I did this murder ?"
There was high-pitched ques-
ton from behind him. Perhaps
you suspect me ?" asked Alec Nor
ris.
Lord Simon smiled to them with
aloof boredom. "My dear old
boys, don't work yourselves up.
You'll know soon enough whom I
suspect. Nice place. Sidney
Sewell. Ever been here before,
Strickland?"
ooh, I'm sick of answering your
silly questions, Plimsoll. Come
on, Fellowes, we'll get home"
And the three of them marched
out. From the window we
watched Fellowes get into the
driving seat, and Strickland and
Norris sit behind.
We'll, we'll, WE'LL" said Lord
Simon.
The interview had made me un-
comfortable. If Strickland turned
out not to be the murderer it
would be awkward when we met
again, for I certainly seemed
guilty of spying. Detection was,
after all, PlimsolPs job, but for
me, it would seem, there could be
little excuse.
"And now" said Lord Simon, as
we walked out into the pale au-
tumn sunshine, II have one more
call to make. I wonder where we
are likely to find the postofice ?"
I proved myself helpful by
stopping passer-by and inquir-
ing. It was a hundred yards down
the street was told, and we set
out briskly together.
II wonder whether you'd mind
awfully just waitin' outside for
me a moment ?" asked Lord
Simon. when we had reached the
little general store which COM
bined its business with that Of the
G. P. O. Sorry to be ill-man-
nered and all that, don't you
know"
"Oh. not a Bit" I said, presum-
ing that he wished to make a pri-
vate telephone call.
But it was not long before he
returned, smiling broadly. I be-
gan to think that all this investi-
cation was giving me detective
habits for I had already deduced
that he must have been on the
phone to the Thurstons', since he
had not had time for a long-dis-
lance call, when he said suddenly:
We'll, that settles that"
What ?" I asked obligingly.
"The identity Of the stepson."