Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
During the time Belton had been speaking to the two men just referred
to, Carne had been studying their faces attentively. One, the taller of
the pair, if his red hair and watery blue eyes went for anything, was
evidently Maguire, the other was Rooney, the man of the photograph.
Both were big, burly fellows, and Carne felt that if it ever came to a
fight, they would be just the sort of men to offer a determined
resistance.
Arm in arm the curates followed the Americans towards the cab rank.
Reaching it, the latter called up a vehicle, placed the bags they
carried upon the roof, and took their places inside. The driver had
evidently received his instructions, for he drove off without delay.
Carne at once called up another cab, into which Belton sprang without
ceremony. Carne pointed to the cab just disappearing through the gates
ahead.
"Keep that hansom in sight, cabby," he said: "but whatever you do don’t
pass it."
"All right, sir," said the man, and immediately applied the whip to his
horse.
When they turned into Seymour Street, scarcely twenty yards separated
the two vehicles, and in this order they proceeded across the Euston
Road, by way of Upper Woburn Place and Tavistock Square.
The cab passed through Bloomsbury Square, and turned down one of the
thoroughfares leading therefrom, and made its way into a street flanked
on either side by tall, gloomy-looking houses. Leaning over the apron,
Carne gazed up at the corner house, on which he could just see the plate
setting forth the name of the street. What he saw there told him all he
wanted to know.
They were in Bellamer Street, and it was plain to him that the men had
determined to thrust themselves upon the hapless Mrs. Jeffreys. He
immediately poked his umbrella through the shutter, and bade the cabman
drive on to the next corner, and then pull up. As soon as the horse
came to a standstill, Carne jumped out, and, bidding his companion drive
home, crossed the street, and made his way back until he arrived at a
spot exactly opposite the house entered by the two men.
His supposition that they intended to domicile themselves there was
borne out by the fact that they had taken their luggage inside, and had
dismissed their cab. There had been lights in two of the windows when
the cab had passed, now a third was added, and this he set down as
emanating from the room allotted to the new arrivals.
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