The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 40, April, 1894: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 40, April, 1894: An Illustrated Monthly
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"Every conjecture became a certainty. Steggles was the lover of whom
Crockett was jealous, and he had employed the girl to bring Sammy out.
I watched Steggles home, and gave you a hint to keep him there.
[Illustration: "STEGGLES AND THE YOUNG LADY IN EARNEST CONFABULATION."]
"But the thing that remained was to find Steggles's employer in this
business. I was glad to be in when Danby called--he came, of course, to
hear if you would blurt out anything, and to learn, if possible, what
steps you were taking. He failed. By way of making assurance doubly
sure, I took a short walk this morning in the character of a deaf
gentleman, and got Miss Webb to write me a direction that comprised
three of the words on these scraps of paper--'left,' 'right,' and
'lane'--see, they correspond, the peculiar 'f's,' 't's,' and all.
"Now, I felt perfectly sure that Steggles would go for his pay to-day.
In the first place, I knew that people mixed up with shady transactions
in professional pedestrianism are not apt to trust one another
far--they know better. Therefore, Steggles wouldn't have had his bribe
first. But he would take care to get it before the Saturday heats were
run, because once they were over the thing was done, and the principal
conspirator might have refused to pay up, and Steggles couldn't have
helped himself. Again I hinted he should not go out till I could follow
him, and this afternoon when he went, follow him I did. I saw him
go into Danby's house by the side way and come away again. Danby it
was, then, who had arranged the business; and nobody was more likely,
considering his large pecuniary stake against Crockett's winning this
race.
"But now, how to find Crockett? I made up my mind he wouldn't be in
Danby's own house--that would be a deal too risky, with servants about,
and so on. I saw that Danby was a builder, and had three shops to
let--it was on a paper before his house. What more likely prison than
an empty house? I knocked at Danby's door and asked for the keys of
those shops. I couldn't have them. The servant told me Danby was out (a
manifest lie, for I had just seen him), and that nobody could see the
shops till Monday. But I got out of her the address of the shops, and
that was all I wanted at the time.
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