Martin Hewitt, Investigator eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about Martin Hewitt, Investigator.

Martin Hewitt, Investigator eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 220 pages of information about Martin Hewitt, Investigator.

All the way to Padfield town and more than half through it Hewitt dogged the trainer.  In the end Steggles stopped at a corner and gave a note to a small boy who was playing near.  The boy ran with the note to a bright, well-kept house at the opposite corner.  Martin Hewitt was interested to observe the legend, “H.  Danby, Contractor,” on a board over a gate in the side wall of the garden behind this house.  In five minutes a door in the side gate opened, and the head and shoulders of the red-faced man emerged.  Steggles immediately hurried across and disappeared through the gate.

This was both interesting and instructive.  Hewitt took up a position in the side street and waited.  In ten minutes the trainer reappeared and hurried off the way he had come, along the street Hewitt had considerately left clear for him.  Then Hewitt strolled toward the smart house and took a good look at it.  At one corner of the small piece of forecourt garden, near the railings, a small, baize-covered, glass-fronted notice-board stood on two posts.  On its top edge appeared the words, “H.  Danby.  Houses to be Sold or Let.”  But the only notice pinned to the green baize within was an old and dusty one, inviting tenants for three shops, which were suitable for any business, and which would be fitted to suit tenants.  Apply within.

Hewitt pushed open the front gate and rang the door-bell.  “There are some shops to let, I see,” he said, when a maid appeared.  “I should like to see them, if you will let me have the key.”

“Master’s out, sir.  You can’t see the shops till Monday.”

“Dear me, that’s unfortunate, I’m afraid I can’t wait till Monday.  Didn’t Mr. Danby leave any instructions, in case anybody should inquire?”

“Yes, sir—­as I’ve told you.  He said anybody who called about ’em must come again on Monday.”

“Oh, very well, then; I suppose I must try.  One of the shops is in High Street, isn’t it?”

“No, sir; they’re all in the new part—­Granville Road.”

“Ah, I’m afraid that will scarcely do.  But I’ll see.  Good-day.”

Martin Hewitt walked away a couple of streets’ lengths before he inquired the way to Granville Road.  When at last he found that thoroughfare, in a new and muddy suburb, crowded with brick-heaps and half-finished streets, he took a slow walk along its entire length.  It was a melancholy example of baffled enterprise.  A row of a dozen or more shops had been built before any population had arrived to demand goods.  Would-be tradesmen had taken many of these shops, and failure and disappointment stared from the windows.  Some were half covered by shutters, because the scanty stock scarce sufficed to fill the remaining half.  Others were shut almost altogether, the inmates only keeping open the door for their own convenience, and, perhaps, keeping down a shutter for the sake of a little light.  Others, again, had not yet fallen so low, but struggled bravely still to maintain a show of business and prosperity, with very little success.  Opposite the shops there still remained a dusty, ill-treated hedge and a forlorn-looking field, which an old board offered on building leases.  Altogether a most depressing spot.

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