The Red Triangle: Being Some Further Chronicles of Martin Hewitt, InvestigatorMorrison, Arthur
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The Red Triangle: Being Some Further Chronicles of Martin Hewitt, Investigator
Morrison, Arthur
Detective and mystery stories, English; Private investigators -- Fiction
I have not described the den near the Barbican with any great
particularity, but I have said that the office, accessible from the open
street, was only connected with the hidden premises behind--premises, as
was afterwards discovered, held under a separate tenancy--by an
easily-shifted ladder. It was in these hidden premises, approached by
the maze of courts and the stable-yard, that the main evidences of
Mayes's way of life were observable. The passage where my wrist had been
locked to the wall, and the room or cellar in which Plummer had been
confined, were the only parts of the lower premises fitted for the
detention of prisoners, with the exception of one very low and wholly
unlighted cellar, entered by a trapdoor and a very steep flight of brick
steps. This place smelt horribly faint and stagnant; but it produced on
my mind, both then and when I examined it later, an effect of horror and
repulsion more than could be accounted for by the smell alone. Of its
history nothing was discovered, and perhaps the feeling (though others
experienced it as well as myself) was the effect of mere fancy; but I
have never got rid of a conviction that that black cellar, or rather
pit--for it was very narrow--had been the instrument of crimes never to
be told.
There were one or two rooms sparely furnished--one as a bedroom, a
larger room, with a long table, a sofa, and several chairs; and in one
of the smaller rooms was found a stove, ladles and crucibles for the
melting down of metals--gold or silver. It was in this same room also
that the table stood, in the drawers of which were found papers, letters
and formulæ--things giving more than a hint of the use to which Mayes
had put his friendship with Mr. Jacob Mason, for of every possible
manner and detail in which science--more particularly the science of
chemistry--could aid in the commission of crime, there were notes in
these same drawers.
But most of these things were observed in detail later. The thing that
set us once more on the trail of Mayes, that very night and that very
hour, was found in the isolated office facing the street. It was a
cheque-book, quite full of unused cheques.
"This cheque-book," said Hewitt to Inspector Plummer and myself, "was in
the drawer below that in which we discovered the Admiralty code. The
Eastern Consolidated is the bank, as you see--Upper Holloway branch. Now
we must follow this at once, before waiting to search any further. There
may be something more important as a clue, or there may not, but at any
rate, while we are looking for it we are losing time. This may bring us
to him at once."
"You mean that he may have some address in Holloway," suggested
Plummer, "and we may get it from the bank?"
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