Detective and mystery stories; French, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
“Quite. But mightn’t the operator have been ignorant or misled as to the
values?”
“Of course he might, and no doubt was. But even allowing for that, he’s
had a rum notion of stock exchange business. Then these small items are
unusual. What does ‘balances’ mean? And why are ‘telegrams’ shown as a
sale and not a purchase? I don’t mind admitting, French, that the thing
beats me. It’s the sort of business you’d expect to be done on the stock
exchange in Bedlam, if there is one.”
“I tried to get at the operator through the secretaries of some of those
companies, but that was no good.”
“Which ones?”
“_The Daily Looking Glass_, James Barker, and the Picardie Hotel.”
“And they couldn’t help you?”
“They said no transactions of those exact figures had been carried out.
The nearest were within a few pounds of what I wanted. I wondered would
the amounts include brokers’ fees or stamp duty or taxes of any kind
which would account for the difference?”
“I don’t think so.” Hewett pored in silence over the paper for some
seconds, then he turned and faced his visitor. “Look here,” he went on
deliberately, “do you want to know what I think?”
“That’s what I came for,” French reminded him.
“Very well, I’ll tell you. I think the whole thing is just a blooming
fraud. And do you know what makes me sure of it?”
French shook his head.
“Well, it’s a thing you might have found out for yourself. It doesn’t
add. Those figures at the bottom are not the sum of the lines. The
thing’s just a blooming fraud.”
French cursed himself for his oversight, then suddenly a startling idea
flashed into his mind. Suppose this list of sales and purchases had
nothing whatever to do with finance. Suppose it conveyed a hidden
message by means of some secret code or cipher. Was that a possibility?
His voice trembled slightly, as with a haste verging on something very
different from his usual Soapy Joe politeness he took his leave.
He hurried back to the Yard, eagerly anxious to get to work on his new
inspiration, and reaching his office he spread the list on his desk and
sat down to study it. It read:
Stock and Share List
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