The Evil ShepherdOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Evil Shepherd
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
“Mr. Ledsam,” he said, “I think, after all, that yours is the most
interesting end of this espionage business. It is you who search for
motives, is it not, and pass them on to our more automatic friend, who
does the rest. May I ask, have you supplied the motive in the present
case?”
“I have failed to discover any motive at all for Reginald Wilmore's
disappearance,” Francis admitted, “nor have I at any time been able to
connect you with it. Mr. Shopland's efforts, however, although he has
not seen well to take me into his entire confidence, have my warmest
approval and sympathy. Although I have accepted your very generous
hospitality, Sir Timothy, I think there has been no misunderstanding
between us on this matter.”
“Most correct,” Sir Timothy murmured. “The trouble seems to be, so
far as I am concerned, that no one will tell me exactly of what I am
suspected? I am to give Mr. Shopland the run of my house, or he will
make his appearance in the magistrate's court and the evening papers
will have placards with marvellous headlines at my expense. How will it
run, Mr. Shopland--
“'MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
MILLIONAIRE'S HOUSE TO BE SEARCHED.'”
“We do not necessarily acquaint the press with our procedure,” Shopland
rejoined.
“Nevertheless,” Sir Timothy continued, “I have known awkward
consequences arise from a search warrant too rashly applied for or
granted. However, we are scarcely being polite. So far, Miss Hyslop has
had very little to say.”
The young lady was not altogether at her ease.
“I have had very little to say,” she repeated, “because I did not expect
an audience.”
Sir Timothy drew a letter from his pocket, opened it and adjusted his
eyeglass.
“Here we are,” he said. “After leaving my dinner-party tonight, I called
at the club and found this note. Quite an inviting little affair, you
see young lady's writing, faint but very delicate perfume, excellent
stationery, Milan Court--the home of adventures!”
“DEAR SIR TIMOTHY BRAST:
“Although I am not known to you personally, there is a
certain matter concerning which information has come into my possession,
which I should like to discuss with you. Will you call and see me as
soon as possible?” Sincerely yours,
“DAISY HYSLOP.”
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