Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Extortion -- Fiction; Gangs -- Fiction
“It is curious that you should ask that,” said Yale, “but I had
arranged to go down to Deal for some fishing. A friend of mine has
lent me a motor-launch, and I thought of spending the night in the
Channel; in fact, I had arranged to go on that day.”
“You can make what arrangements you like, but you are not going
alone,” said Parr emphatically. “And now you can all clear out. Thank
your lucky stars that my aunt has not wakened, and that mother isn’t
here!”
The last he said was intended for Jack, and Jack smiled
understandingly.
Chapter XXIX.
“The Red Circle”
It was Harvey Froyant’s boast that he trusted nobody completely. He
trusted the lawyer up to a point, but his known connection with
questionable people would have been alone sufficient to prevent Harvey
from trusting implicitly to his agent.
Two nights after the shooting of Inspector Parr the little lawyer
called on his employer, and he was all a-quiver with excitement. He
had traced one of the new series of bank-notes which the Crimson
Circle had taken from Brabazon.
“Now, we’ve got a good line on this, Mr. Froyant, and if we continue
in the direction we are going, we can certainly pick up the original
changer.”
But here Mr. Harvey Froyant was firm. He could not and would not place
the case completely in the hands of this man. So far might the
knowledgeable firm of Heggitt take him, but he would carry on the rest
through another agency. He said so in as many words.
“I’m sorry you won’t let me go on with it,” said the disappointed
Heggitt. “I have undertaken this search personally, and I can assure
you that there are only a few steps now between the man we discovered
with the money and the man you are looking for.”
Harvey Froyant knew that as well as the lawyer.
Jack Beardmore had spoken a great truth when he said that this mean
man would never be satisfied until he had recovered the money he had
lost. It was a goad and an irritation, a source of thought which kept
him awake at night and woke him in the morning with a sense of blank
despair.
And Harvey was well equipped to carry the investigations to their
final stage now that he had the ground clear for him. He had derived
his fortune from buying and selling land in every country in the
world. Beginning with practically no capital, he had, by personal
application to his business, built up a seven figure fortune. And this
had not been accomplished by sitting in an office and trusting to
subordinates. It had involved considerable travel, restless inquiry
and relentless probing into the private circumstances of negotiators,
a peculiarity he had shared with James Beardmore, though this he did
not know.
He took up his own case with alacrity, and informed neither Yale nor
Parr of his intentions.
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