Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
"You have, I suppose, read the advertisements marked on these papers?"
"I have, and of course conclude that you, sir, are X. Y. Z."
"Of course, conclusions," rejoined Mr. Smith with a quite perceptible
sneer, "are usually very silly ones: in this instance especially so. My
name, you ought to be aware, is Smith: X. Y. Z., whoever he may be, I
expect in a few minutes. In just seventeen minutes," added the exact man
of business; "for I, by letter, appointed him to meet me here at one
o'clock precisely. My motive in seeking an interview with him, it is
proper I should tell you, is the probability that he, like myself, is a
sufferer by Owen Lloyd, and may not therefore object to defray a fair
share of the cost likely to be incurred in unkenneling the delinquent,
and prosecuting him to conviction; or, which would be far better, he may
be in possession of information that will enable us to obtain completely
the clue I already almost grasp. But we must be cautious: X. Y. Z. _may_
be a relative or friend of Lloyd's, and in that case, to possess him of
our plans would answer no purpose but to afford him an opportunity of
baffling them. Thus much premised, I had better at once proceed to read
over to you a few particulars I have jotted down, which, you will
perceive, throw light and color over the suspicions I have been within
these few days compelled to entertain. You are doubtless acquainted with
the full particulars of the robbery at my residence, Brook Street, last
Thursday fortnight?"
"Yes; especially the report of the officers, that the crime must have
been committed by persons familiar with the premises and the general
habits of the family."
"Precisely. Now, have you your memorandum-book ready?"
"Quite so."
"You had better write with ink," said Mr. Smith, pushing an inkstand and
pens towards me. "Important memoranda should never, where there is a
possibility of avoiding it, be written in pencil. Friction, thumbing,
use of any kind, often partially obliterates them, creating endless
confusion and mistakes. Are you ready?"
"Perfectly."
"Owen Lloyd, a native of Wales, and, it was understood, descended from a
highly-respectable family there. About five feet eight; but I need not
describe his person over again. Many years with us, first as junior,
then as head clerk; during which his conduct, as regards the firm, was
exemplary. A man of yielding, irresolute mind--if indeed a person can be
said to really possess a mind at all who is always changing it for some
other person's--incapable of saying "No" to embarrassing, impoverishing
requests--one, in short, Mr. Waters, of that numerous class of
individuals whom fools say are nobody's enemies but their own, as if
that were possible"----
"I understand; but I really do not see how this bears upon"----
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