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
Cleek made no reply. He sat for a minute pinching his chin and
staring at the carpet, then he got up suddenly and faced round in
the direction of the little group at the far end of the room.
"That's all for the present," he said. "Mr. Narkom, Mr. Nippers--get
a light of some sort, please, and let's go out and have a look at
those footprints."
CHAPTER IX
The suggestion was acted upon immediately--even Mrs. Armroyd joining
in the descent upon the portable lamps and filing out with the rest
into the gloom and loneliness of the grounds; and Miss Renfrew,
finding that she was likely to be left alone in this house of
horrors, rose quickly and hurried out with them.
One step beyond the threshold brought them within sight of the
famous Round House. Bulked against the pale silver of the moonlit
sky, there it stood--a grim, unlovely thing of stone and steel
with a trampled flower bed encircling the base of it, and a man on
guard--Constable Gorham.
"Lummy! I'd clean forgot _him_!" exclaimed Mr. Nippers as he caught
sight of him. "And theer un be keepin' guard, like I told un, out
here in the grounds whiles weem ben talkin' comfortable inside. 'E
do be a chap for doin' as heem tole, that Gorham--indeed, yes!"
Nobody replied to him. All were busily engaged in following the lead
of Scotland Yard, as represented by Cleek and Superintendent Narkom,
and bearing down on that huge stone tube within whose circular walls
a dead man sat alone.
"Dreary post this, Constable," said Cleek, coming abreast of the
silent guard.
"Yes, sir, very. But dooty's dooty--and there you be!" replied
Gorham, touching his helmet with his finger; then, as the light
from the lamps fell full upon Cleek's face and let him see that it
was no face he had ever seen in this district before, his eyes
widened with a puzzled stare which never quite left them even when
the entire group had passed on and turned the curve of the Round
House wall.
And beyond that curve Cleek came to a sudden halt. Here, a
curtainless window cut a square of light in the wall's dark face
and struck a glare on the trunk and the boughs of a lime tree
directly opposite, and under that window a trampled flower bed lay,
with curious marks deep sunk in the soft, moist surface of it.
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