The Starvel Hollow tragedy : $b An Inspector French caseCrofts, Freeman Wills
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The Starvel Hollow tragedy : $b An Inspector French case
Crofts, Freeman Wills
Detective and mystery stories; French, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
“It may be, sir, of course,” French admitted. “But I’m glad you agree
that we should make sure. In that case there is no object in delay.
Will you obtain the necessary exhumation order, or is there anything
you wish me to do in the matter?”
“No, I’ll see to it. You may arrange with Kent to get the work done.
Let Kent arrange for a magistrate to be present. A representative will
be required from the Home Office, of course?”
“I’m afraid so, sir.”
“Then you may expect the order in a day or two. I shall be very much
interested to hear the result. It will be impossible to keep the
affair quiet?”
“I’m afraid so. There will be too many concerned in it.”
“Quite. Well, you must get up some tale about it. What are you going
to say?”
“I haven’t thought yet, sir. I’ll dish out something when the time
comes.”
When French reached Hellifield on his return journey he found Oxley on
the platform.
“You been travelling also, Inspector?” Oxley greeted him. “I’ve just
been to Penrith for the day. These connections always make me curse.
They’re all arranged to and from Leeds, but people going to or from
the north have to kick their heels here for the best part of an hour
each way.”
“Can’t please everybody, Mr. Oxley,” French remarked tritely.
“You think not?” Oxley smiled. “Well, how’s the case?”
“Nothing doing for the moment. I was in seeing Dr. Philpot this
morning. He seems in a bad way, poor fellow.”
Oxley looked grave.
“It’s a bad case, I fear.” He glanced round and his voice sank. “From
what I’ve heard and by putting two and two together I shouldn’t wonder
if he’ll only pay two or three shillings in the pound. All gone to the
bookies, or nearly all. You know, Inspector, between ourselves, when a
man’s in debt all round, as he is, it’s not just the game to go
putting his last few pounds on horses.”
“It’s a fact, Mr. Oxley. Of course, one must remember that the gambler
plunges in the hope of pulling something off. If he had had some bits
of luck he might have put himself square.”
“That’s true, and you can imagine any one taking the risk. If he wins
his whole trouble is over, while if he loses he is little the worse.
He may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb. But you haven’t told
me how the case is getting on.”
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