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
"There's that possibility, and another," Hewitt answered. "He has had to
bolt without warning or preparation, with nothing but the clothes he ran
in--probably very little money. Money he will want at once, and he would
rather not wait till the morning to get it; if he can get it at once it
will mean thirteen or fourteen hours' start at least. More, he will know
very well that this place will be searched, that this cheque-book will
be discovered soon enough, and that consequently the bank will be
watched. This is what he will do--what he is doing now, very likely. He
will knock up the resident manager of that bank and try to get a cheque
cashed to-night. I don't think that can be done; in which case he will
probably try to make some arrangement to have money sent him. Either
way, we must be at the Upper Holloway branch of the Eastern Consolidated
Bank as soon as a hansom can get us there."
Thus it was settled, and Hewitt and Plummer went off at once, leaving
Plummer's men, with the City police, in charge of the raided premises;
leaving some of them also to make inquiries in the neighbourhood. Mr.
Victor Peytral had shown himself anxious to accompany Hewitt and
Plummer, but had been dissuaded by Hewitt. I guessed that Hewitt feared
that some hasty indiscretion on the part of this terribly wronged man
might endanger his plans. Peytral, however, seemed tractable enough, and
left immediately after them; he had business, he said, which he expected
would occupy him for a day or two, and when it was completed he would
see us again.
As for myself I only remained long enough to ascertain that the police
could find no trace of the direction of Mayes's flight in the immediate
neighbourhood. They had little to aid them. He had gone without a hat,
and his dress was in some degree disordered by his struggle with me; but
the latter defect he might easily have remedied in the courts as he ran,
and they could gather no tidings of a hatless man. So I took my way to
my office, my wrist growing stiffer and more painful as I went, so that
I was not sorry to arrange for another member of the staff to take my
duty for the night, and to get to bed a few hours earlier than usual,
after the day's fatigue and excitement.
II
Going to bed uncommonly soon I woke correspondingly early in the
morning; but I was no earlier than Hewitt, who was at my door, in fact,
ere my breakfast was well begun.
"Well," I asked eagerly, almost before my friend had entered, "have you
got him at last?"
"Not yet," Hewitt answered. "But he did exactly as I had expected.
Plummer and I knocked up the bank manager, who lives over the premises
at the Upper Holloway branch. He was a very decent fellow--rather young
for the post--but he was naturally a bit surprised, possibly irritated,
at being bothered by one and another after office hours. I showed him
the cheque-book, and asked him if it belonged to any customer of his.
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