Detective and mystery stories; French, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
“The business is not a large one, and at the present time is virtually
controlled by myself. Peabody, though not so old as I am, has been
troubled by bad health and has more or less gone to pieces. He seldom
comes to the office, and never undertakes any work. The junior partner,
Sinnamond, is travelling in the East, and has been for some months. We
carry on the usual trade of diamond merchants, and have a small branch
establishment in Amsterdam. Indeed, I divide my own time almost equally
between London and Amsterdam. We occupy only these two rooms which you
have seen. Our staff in the outer office consists, or rather consisted,
of five, a chief and confidential clerk, the poor man who has just been
killed, a young man called Harrington, who is qualifying for a
partnership, Orchard, a girl typist, and an office boy. Besides them, we
employ an outside man, a traveller, a Dutchman named Vanderkemp. He
attends sales and so on, and when not on the road works in the Amsterdam
branch.”
Inspector French noted all the information Mr. Duke could give about
each of the persons mentioned.
“Now this Mr. Gething,” he resumed. “You say he has been with you for
over twenty years, and that you had full confidence in him, but I must
ask the question, Are you sure that your confidence was not misplaced?
In other words, are you satisfied that he was not himself after your
diamonds?”
Mr. Duke shook his head decisively.
“I am positive he was not,” he declared warmly and with something of
indignation showing in his manner. “I should as soon accuse my own son,
if I had one. No, I’d stake my life on it, Gething was no thief.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Mr. Duke,” the other returned smoothly.
“Now, then, your office staff eliminated, tell me is there any one that
you suspect?”
“Not a creature!” Mr. Duke was equally emphatic. “Not a single creature!
I can’t imagine any one who would have done such a thing. I wish I
could.”
The Inspector hesitated.
“Of course, sir, you understand that if you were to mention a name it
would not in any way bias me against that person. It would only mean
that I should make inquiries. Don’t think you would be getting any one
into trouble.”
Mr. Duke smiled grimly.
“You needn’t be afraid. If I had any suspicion I should be only too glad
to tell you, but I have none.”
“When, sir, did you last see your late clerk?”
“About half-past four this evening. I left the office at that time,
about an hour earlier than usual, because I had a business appointment
for a quarter to five with Mr. Peters, of Lincoln’s Inn, my solicitor.”
“And you did not return to the office?”
“No. I sat with Mr. Peters for about half an hour, then as my business
was not finished and he wanted to square up for the night, we decided to
dine together at my club in Gower Street. It was not worth while going
back to my own office, so I went straight from Peters’ to the club.”
“And you did not notice anything peculiar about Mr. Gething?”
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