the mouthpiece with his hand. âItâs Parker, of âAâ Division.â
âAnything brewing there?â
âI donât think so . . . hallo, Parker . . . yes, Iâm all right, thanks. Thereâs plenty to do, you know . . . eh? . . . yes, Iâve had Baynesâs report . . . whatâs that?â
He listened intently, staring at Tring, while Tring tapped the P.C.âs report significantly and looked almost smug.
âThere isnât any doubt, I suppose,â Bristow said at last. âNo . . . fine, thanks. Iâll look into it. Goodbye.â
He replaced the receiver, and lit a cigarette; his small moustache was stained bright yellow with nicotine. He eyed Tring through a cloud of smoke, and the new Inspector continued to tap the report and to look as if he wanted to say: âI told you so.â
âWell?â asked Tring, at last. âSomething is up, isnât it?â
âItâs a queer business,â said Bristow, âbut I canât believe thereâs anything in it. The man at Quinnâs this afternoon has been identified. The sergeant placed him.â
âWho is he?â
âJosh Larraby.â
âLarraby! The man who stole that stuff from the Mace Gallery? I thought he was inside.â
âHeâs been out for three months, on his ticket of leave.â
âCor, strewth!â exclaimed Tring. âAnd Manneringâs pally with him. There you are, what did I tell you? I donât think Iâll take a day off tomorrow, after all, Mr. Bristow, thanks all the same.â
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Chapter Four
THE BARON AND HIS WIFE
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Mannering hurried up the stairs to the Green Street flat, just before seven oâclock. Lorna opened the door before he took out his keys. He beamed.
âWonderful! Anyone would think you were glad to see me.â
âI am. Getting soft in the head, arenât I?â
âYou said it. A plucked beauty.â He kissed her between the brows, where there was a faint pink puffiness. âFood?â
âPlenty.â
âWork?â
âIâve done some sketches of Larraby.â
âWhy arenât they round the walls?â
They sat at the table, where dinner was served.
âYou can go upstairs after dinner and see them,â said Lorna. âI couldnât have picked a better subject if Iâd tried for a year.â
âAs a model, maybe.â
âI know heâs a tramp, butââ
âOh, heâs not such a tramp,â said Mannering. âHeâs known better days. Trust you to pick our Josh to come here.â
âWhat is the mystery about?â
âHis past. He was a jewel merchant in a small way, and gradually increased his business, and then one day fell for some stuff which he pinched. He had a big failing as a dealer â he loved gems for their own sake.â
Lorna sat, very still and silent, frowning.
âThere was a small collection at the Mace Gallery, five years ago. It was a private show, carelessly arranged, and there was a diamond Josh coveted. He took it and was caught. Heâs still on his ticket of leave.â
Lorna said heavily: âWhat a fool I am. We canât have him here.â All her brightness had gone.
âLight fingers being dangerous in the flat? He may genuinely have reformed. Such things happen! Iâm inclined to think that he fell to temptation and wished he hadnât, even before he was caught. I took to him.â
âYou would.â
âYou wouldnât!â
Lorna forced a laugh. âI didnât know his past. What was he doing in the shop?â
âApparently he was passing the window and saw the Adalgo diamond. He wasnât the first to stand and stare. A policeman wanted to move him on, but the proud Josh wasnât having any. He swept the said policeman imperiously on one side and entered the shop. Carmichael had heard most of what went on, thanks to
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