Cleek of Scotland Yard: Detective StoriesHanshew, Thomas W.
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Cleek of Scotland Yard: Detective Stories
Hanshew, Thomas W.
Cleek, Hamilton (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories
"Loti, if you please, signor. I had indeed hoped that my name was
well known enough to--_Pouffe!_ No, I miss nothing--I miss not so
much as a pin. I am told he shall not have been that kind of a boy."
And then, with a shake of the head and a pitying glance toward
the author of these two asinine theories regarding the strange
disappearance, returned to his work of putting the finishing touches
to a recumbent figure representing a dead soldier lying in the
foreground of the tableau.
"Oh, well, you never can tell what boys will do; and it's an old
saying that 'a good booty makes many a thief,'" replied Cleek airily.
"Reckon I'll have to hunt up something a bit more promising, then.
Don't mind my poking about a bit, do you?"
"Not in the slightest, signor," replied the Italian, and glanced
sympathizingly up at Trent and gave his shoulders a significant
shrug, as if to say: "Is this the best that Scotland Yard can turn
out?" when Cleek began turning over costume plates and looking under
books and scraps of material which lay scattered about the floor,
and even took to examining the jugs and vases and tumblers in which
the signor's bunches of cut flowers were placed. There were many of
them--on tables and chairs and shelves, and even on the platform of
the tableau itself--so many, in fact, that he was minded, by their
profusion, of what Trent had said regarding the old waxworker's
great love of flowers.
He looked round the room, in an apparently perfunctory manner, but
in reality with a photographic eye for its every detail, finding that
it agreed in every particular with the description which Trent had
given him.
There were the cheap lace curtains all along the glazed side which
overlooked the short passage leading down to the narrow alley, but
they were of so thin a quality, and so scantily patterned, that the
mesh did not obstruct the view in any manner, merely rendering it a
trifle hazy; for he could himself see from where he stood the window
in the side of the house opposite, and, seated at that window, Mrs.
Sherman and her daughter, busy at their endless sewing.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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