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.

There was little difficulty in identifying the three shops offered for letting by Mr. H. Danby.  They were all together near the middle of the row, and were the only ones that appeared not yet to have been occupied.  A dusty “To Let” bill hung in each window, with written directions to inquire of Mr. H. Danby or at No. 7.  Now No. 7 was a melancholy baker’s shop, with a stock of three loaves and a plate of stale buns.  The disappointed baker assured Hewitt that he usually kept the keys of the shops, but that the landlord, Mr. Danby, had taken them away the day before to see how the ceilings were standing, and had not returned them.  “But if you was thinking of taking a shop here,” the poor baker added, with some hesitation, “I—­I—­if you’ll excuse my advising you—­I shouldn’t recommend it.  I’ve had a sickener of it myself.”

Hewitt thanked the baker for his advice, wished him better luck in future, and left.  To the Hare and Hounds his pace was brisk.  “Come,” he said, as he met Kentish’s inquiring glance, “this has been a very good day, on the whole.  I know where our man is now, and I think we can get him, by a little management.”

“Where is he?”

“Oh, down in Padfield.  As a matter of fact, he’s being kept there against his will, we shall find.  I see that your friend Mr. Danby is a builder as well as a bookmaker.”

“Not a regular builder.  He speculates in a street of new houses now and again, that’s all.  But is he in it?”

“He’s as deep in it as anybody, I think.  Now, don’t fly into a passion.  There are a few others in it as well, but you’ll do harm if you don’t keep quiet.”

“But go and get the police; come and fetch him, if you know where they’re keeping him.  Why——­”

“So we will, if we can’t do it without them.  But it’s quite possible we can, and without all the disturbance and, perhaps, delay that calling in the police would involve.  Consider, now, in reference to your own arrangements.  Wouldn’t it pay you better to get him back quietly, without a soul knowing—­perhaps not even Danby knowing—­till the heat is run to-morrow?”

“Well, yes, it would, of course.”

“Very good, then, so be it.  Remember what I have told you about keeping your mouth shut; say nothing to Steggles or anybody.  Is there a cab or brougham your son and I can have for the evening?”

“There’s an old hiring landau in the stables you can shut up into a cab, if that’ll do.”

“Excellent.  We’ll run down to the town in it as soon as it’s ready.  But, first, a word about Crockett.  What sort of a lad is he?  Likely to give them trouble, show fight, and make a disturbance?”

“No, I should say not.  He’s no plucked un, certainly; all his manhood’s in his legs, I believe.  You see, he ain’t a big sort o’ chap at best, and he’d be pretty easy put upon—­at least, I guess so.”

“Very good, so much the better, for then he won’t have been damaged, and they will probably only have one man to guard him.  Now the carriage, please.”

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