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
"'Why, yes,' he said, examining the numbers, 'I remember this because it
is the first of a new series, and we issued it the day before yesterday
to a new customer. Where did you get it?'
"'We are very anxious to see that customer,' I said. 'Has he been here
this evening?'
"The manager seemed a trifle surprised, but answered readily enough.
'Yes,' he said, 'he was here not an hour ago.'
"'Wanting to draw money?' I asked. But that the manager wouldn't tell
me, of course. So that it was necessary for Plummer to step in and
reveal the facts that this was a police matter, and that he was a
detective-inspector. That made some difference. The manager told us that
our man had opened an account at the bank only two days before; and I'd
like you to guess what name he had opened it under."
"Not Myatt?" I said. "After the chase----"
"No, not Myatt."
"Catherton Hunt?"
"No, nor Catherton Hunt. He had opened it in the name of Mayes!"
"What! his actual name?"
"His actual original name, according to Peytral. The account was
transferred, it would seem, from another bank; and I have an idea we may
find that he has been shifting his money about from one bank to another
as safety suggested, using his real name with it. You remember we could
find no trace of a banking account when the police raided and ransacked
Calton Lodge after Mason was killed? Quite probably he has had small
current accounts in other names at various times to aid in his schemes,
but his main account has always stood in his real name; and by that, you
see, we get some confirmation of Peytral's story. Well, as I say, the
account was opened in the name of Mayes, and the cheque-book was issued
which we discovered last night. The Upper Holloway branch saw no more of
its customer till yesterday evening, long after hours, when he drove up
in a hansom."
"Oh," I said, "in a hansom, was it? The men left behind could get no
news of him."
"Yes, we ascertained that last night; we called back, of course, the
last thing. I expect he got the first cab visible and drove off to a
hatter's a fair distance away, and then on to the bank. At any rate, he
knocked up the manager and told him that he had a sudden need for money
that very night; could he have some?
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