The Mystery of the Four FingersWhite, Fred M. (Fred Merrick)
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The Mystery of the Four Fingers
White, Fred M. (Fred Merrick)
Detective and mystery stories
"Though I have found out a good deal," he said, "I am still utterly at a
loss to know what these fellows have been up to. Of course, I quite
understand that there is some underhand business with regard to certain
coins--but then those coins are real gold, and it would not pay anybody
to counterfeit sovereigns worth twenty shillings apiece."
"You don't think so," Egan said, drily. "We shall be able to prove the
contrary presently. But hadn't you better wait, sir, till the critical
moment comes?"
"Very well," Venner laughed good-naturedly. "I'll wait and see what
dramatic surprise you have in store for me."
The powerful car sped over the roads heedless of police traps or other
troubles of that kind, and some time before the appointed hour for the
arrival of Blossett's train in London they had reached Victoria. It was
an easy matter to store the car in a neighboring hotel, and presently
they had the satisfaction of seeing Blossett swagger from a first-class
carriage with a heavy Gladstone bag in his hand. He called a cab and was
rapidly driven off in the direction of the city. Egan in his turn called
another cab, giving the driver strict injunctions to keep the first
vehicle in sight. It was a long chase, but it came to an end presently
outside an office in Walbrook. Blossett paid his man and walked slowly up
a flight of steps, carrying his bag. He paused at length before a door
which was marked "Private," and also placarded the information that here
was the business place of one Drummond, commission agent. Scarcely had
the door closed on Blossett than Egan followed without ceremony. He
motioned the other two to remain behind; he had some glib story to tell
the solitary clerk in the outer office, from whom he gleaned the
information that Mr. Drummond was engaged on some particular business and
could not see him for some time.
"Very well," he said; "I'll wait and read the paper."
He sat there patiently for some five minutes, his quick ears strained to
catch the faintest sound of what was taking place in the inner office.
There came presently the chink of metal, whereupon the watcher whistled
gently and his comrade and Venner entered the room. Very coolly Egan
crossed over and locked the door.
"Now, my young friend," he said to the astonished clerk, "you will oblige
me by not making a single sound. I don't suppose for a moment you have
had anything to do with this; in fact, from your bewildered expression, I
am certain that you haven't. Now tell me how long have you been in your
present situation."
"About three months," the clerk replied. "If you gentlemen happen to be
police officers--"
"That is exactly what we are," Grady smiled. "Do you find business
brisk--plenty of clients about?"
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