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
For a hundred yards or more I was obliged to trot, till I saw another
cab drop its fare just ahead, and managed to secure it and give the
cabman instructions to follow the cab in front, before it turned a
corner. The chase was difficult, for the horse that drew me was a poor
one, and half a dozen times I thought I had lost sight of the other cab
altogether; but my cabman was better than his animal, and from his high
perch he kept the chase in view, turning corners and picking out the cab
ahead among a dozen others with surprising certainty. We went across
Charing Cross Road by way of Cranborne Street, past Leicester Square,
through Coventry Street and up the Quadrant and Regent Street. At Oxford
Circus the Jew's cab led us to the left, and along Oxford Street we
chased it past Bond Street end. Suddenly my cab pulled up with a jerk,
and the driver spoke through the trapdoor. "That fare's getting down,
sir," he said, "at the corner o' Duke Street."
I thrust a half-crown up through the hole and sprang out. "'E's crossing
the road, sir," the cabman finally reported, and I hurried across the
street accordingly.
The man I was watching was strikingly Jewish enough, and easy to
distinguish in a crowd. I had almost overtaken him before he had gone a
dozen yards up the northern end of Duke Street. He walked on into
Manchester Square. There a small, neat brougham, with blinds drawn, was
being driven slowly round the central garden. I saw Samuel walk
hurriedly up to this brougham, which stopped as he approached. He
stepped quickly into the carriage and shut the door behind him. The
brougham resumed its slow progress, and I loitered, keeping it in view,
though the blinds were drawn so close that it was impossible to guess
who might be Samuel's companion, if he had one. I think I have said that
when the Jew came to the office door with Hewitt I perceived that he was
a man I had seen before that day. I was now convinced that I had also
seen that same brougham, at the same time; but of this presently.
The carriage made one slow circuit, and then Samuel got out and shut the
door quickly again. I took the precaution of turning my back and letting
him overtake and pass me on his way back through Duke Street. At the end
of the street he mounted an omnibus going east, and I took another seat
in the same vehicle. The rest was uninteresting. He went direct to No.
150 Hatton Garden, and there remained. I read his name on the door-post
among a score of others, and after a twenty-minutes' wait I returned to
my rooms. I had no doubt that it was the meeting in the brougham that
Hewitt wished reported, and I remembered his rule was never to watch a
man a moment after the main object was secured.
Hewitt was out, and he did not return till after dusk. Then he came
straightway to my rooms.
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