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
"That is Mayes, and no other," said Plummer, when I had made my report
and described the man with the eyes. "I've seen him twice, once with his
beard and once without. The question now is, whether we hadn't best sail
in straight away and collar him. But there's the window at the back, and
a ladder, I think you said. Can he reach it?"
"I think he might--easily."
"And perhaps there's the roof, since he's got the top floor too. Not
good enough without some men to surround the house. We must go gingerly
over this. One thing to find out is, what is the building behind? Ah,
how I wish Mr. Hewitt were here now! If we don't hear from him soon we
must send a message. But we mustn't lose sight of No. 8 for a moment."
There was a thump at the sitting-room door, and Mr. Moon came puffing in
and shouldered himself confidentially against Plummer. "Bloke downstairs
wants to see you," he said, in a hoarse grunt that was meant for a low
whisper. "Twigged you outside, I think, an' says he's got somethink
partickler to tell yer. I believe 'e's a 'nark'; I see him with one o'
your chaps the other day."
"I'll go," Plummer said to me hurriedly. "Plainly somebody's spotted me
in the street, and I may as well hear him."
I knew very well, of course, what Moon meant by a 'nark.' A 'nark'
is an informer, a spy among criminals who sells the police whatever
information he can scrape up. Could it be possible that this man had
anything to tell about Mayes? It was scarcely likely, and I made up my
mind that Plummer was merely being detained by some tale of a petty
local crime.
But in a few minutes he returned with news of import. "This fellow is
most valuable," he said. "He knows a lot about Mayes, whom, of course,
he calls by another name; but the identity's certain. He saw me looking
in at No. 8, he says, and guessed I must be after him. He seems to have
wondered at Mayes's mysterious movements for a long time, and so kept
his eye on him and made inquiries. It seems that Mayes sometimes uses a
back way, through the window you saw on the opposite side of the little
area, by way of that ladder you mentioned. It's quite plain this fellow
knows something, from the particulars about that ladder. He wants half a
sovereign to show me the way through a stable passage behind and point
out where our man can be trapped to a certainty. It'll be a cheap ten
shillingsworth, and we mustn't waste time. If Hewitt comes, tell him not
to move till I come back or send a message, which I can easily do by
this chap I'm going with. And be sure to keep your eye on the front door
of No. 8 while I'm gone."
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