Number Seventeen by Louis Tracy
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was searching for an address in these flats. Therefore, I did look
out, and saw him enter the doorway beneath. In due course I heard him arrive at Mrs. Lester's door-- that is, I assume it was he. Five minutes later Bates and I heard him depart. To make sure, I looked out a second time. If you ask me why I behaved in that way I cannot tell you. I have occupied this flat during the past five months, and I have never previously, within my recollection, lifted a window and gazed out to watch anybody's comings and goings. The thing is inexplicable. All I can say is that it just happened." "Would you recognize him if you saw him again?" "Yes." Theydon gave the assurance readily. It was beyond credence that either detective should put the one question to which he was now firmly resolved to give a misleading answer, and in this belief he was justified, since not even Furneaux's uncanny intelligence could suggest the fantastic notion that the man who walked through the rain the previous night and the man with whom Theydon had dined that evening were one and the same person. "I don't blame you for adopting a policy of partial concealment," said the Chief Inspector, spryly. "You are not the first, and you certainly will not be the last witness from whom the police have to drag the facts. Now that we have reached more intimate terms, can you help by describing this stranger?" Theydon complied at once. He drew just such a general sketch of Forbes as a skilled observer of men might be expected to formulate after one |
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