Detective and mystery stories, English; Private investigators -- Fiction
Mrs. Clayton was a good soul, but once she began to talk some one else
had to stop her. I let her run on for a reasonable time, and then rose
and prepared to go out. I remembered very well the panels that had been
so mischievously destroyed. They made the room the show-room of the
house, which was an old one. They were indeed less than half finished
when I came away, and Mrs. Lamb, the landlady, had shown them to me one
day when Kingscote was out. All the walls of the room were panelled and
painted white, and Kingscote had put upon them an eccentric but charming
decoration, obviously suggested by some of the work of Mr. Whistler.
Tendrils, flowers, and butterflies in a quaint convention wandered
thinly from panel to panel, giving the otherwise rather uninteresting
room an unwonted atmosphere of richness and elegance. The lamentable
jackasses who had destroyed this had certainly selected the best feature
of the room whereon to inflict their senseless mischief.
I strolled idly downstairs, with no particular plan for the afternoon in
my mind, and looked in at Hewitt's offices. Hewitt was reading a note,
and after a little chat he informed me that it had been left an hour
ago, in his absence, by the brother of the man I had just been speaking
of.
"He isn't quite satisfied," Hewitt said, "with the way the police are
investigating the case, and asks me to run down to Finchley and look
round. Yesterday I should have refused, because I have five cases in
progress already, but to-day I find that circumstances have given me a
day or two. Didn't you say you knew the man?"
"Scarcely more than by sight. He was a boarder in the house at Chelsea
where I stayed before I started chambers."
"Ah, well; I think I shall look into the thing. Do you feel particularly
interested in the case? I mean, if you've nothing better to do, would
you come with me?"
"I shall be very glad," I said. "I was in some doubt what to do with
myself. Shall you start at once?"
"I think so. Kerrett, just call a cab. By the way, Brett, which paper
has the fullest report of the inquest yesterday? I'll run over it as we
go down."
As I had only seen one paper that morning, I could not answer Hewitt's
question. So we bought various papers as we went along in the cab, and I
found the reports while Martin Hewitt studied them. Summarised, this was
the evidence given--
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