Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
"That has certainly an ugly look."
"True; and a few days ago I received information that Williams has been
seen in Birmingham. He was well dressed, and not apparently in any
business."
"There certainly appears some ground for suspicion. What plan of
operations do you propose?"
"That," replied Mr. Repton, "I must leave to your more practised
sagacity. I can only undertake that no means shall be lacking that may
be required."
"It will be better, perhaps," I suggested, after an interval of
reflection, "that I should proceed to Birmingham at once. You have of
course an accurate description of the persons of Williams and his wife
ready?"
"I have; and very accurate pen-and-ink sketches I am told they are.
Besides these, I have also here," continued Mr. Repton, taking from his
pocket-book a sheet of carefully-folded satin paper, "A full description
of the female baby, drawn up by its mother, under the impression that
twins always--I believe they generally do--closely resemble each other.
"Light hair, blue eyes, dimpled chin"--and so on. The lady--a very
charming person, I assure you, and meek and gentle as a fawn--is chiefly
anxious to recover her child. You and I, should our suspicions be
confirmed, have other duties to perform."
This was pretty nearly all that passed, and the next day I was in
Birmingham.
The search, as I was compelled to be very cautious in my inquiries, was
tedious, but finally successful. Mr. and Mrs. Williams I discovered
living in a pretty house, with neat grounds attached, about two miles
out of Birmingham, on the coach road to Wolverhampton. Their assumed
name was Burridge, and I ascertained from the servant-girl, who fetched
their dinner and supper, beer, and occasionally wine and spirits, from a
neighboring tavern, that they had one child, a boy, a few months old, of
whom neither father nor mother seemed very fond. By dint of much
perseverance, I at length got upon pretty familiar terms with Mr.
Burridge, _alias_ Williams. He spent his evenings regularly in a tavern;
but with all the pains-taking, indefatigable ingenuity I employed, the
chief knowledge I acquired, during three weeks of assiduous endeavor,
was, that my friend Burridge intended, immediately after a visit which
he expected shortly to receive from a rich and influential relative in
London, to emigrate to America, at all events to go abroad. This was,
however, very significant and precious information; and very rarely,
indeed, was he, after I had obtained it, out of my sight or observation.
At length perseverance obtained its reward. One morning I discerned my
friend, much more sprucely attired than ordinarily, make his way to the
railway station, and there question with eager looks every passenger
that alighted from the first-class carriages. At last a gentleman, whom
I instantly recognized, spite of his shawl and other wrappings, arrived
by the express train from London. Williams instantly accosted him, a cab
was called, and away they drove.
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