Ashton-Kirk, Investigator eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 259 pages of information about Ashton-Kirk, Investigator.

Ashton-Kirk, Investigator eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 259 pages of information about Ashton-Kirk, Investigator.

“Yes?” Her tone was one of careless interest.

“However,” he went on, “I had but a glimpse of the lady; and could easily have been mistaken.”  He wore a baffled look, but smiled as he got up.  “And,” said he, “my visit of this morning was based upon the sight I fancied I had of you last night.”

She laughed amusedly.

“It was something interesting,” she said.  “Please tell me about—­but, no, no,” hastily.  “If it has anything to do with the Hume case, I’d rather not hear it.”

She had pressed the bell call for the footman, when he said: 

“Mr. Morris still keeps himself well concealed, I note.”

Like a tigress leaping to defend her young, she met the accusation.

“Mr. Morris has done no wrong,” she declared, spiritedly.  “And there is no need of his concealing himself.”

“Of course I will not say as to that.”  His voice was soothing and low.  “But he makes a mistake in not coming forward.  His name, you have noticed, has already appeared in the papers in direct connection with the murder.”

He glanced at her keenly once more.

“It may be that he has gone away upon some urgent business,” she said.  “And the chances are that he has not heard anything of the matter.”

“If he had gone away on business, don’t you think he would have mentioned it to someone?”

“Perhaps he did not think it necessary.  And again, maybe he did not expect to be gone so long.  Such things frequently happen, you know.”

“They do,” admitted Ashton-Kirk.  “But in the case of Allan Morris, they somehow fail to fit.  I am convinced that he is in hiding.”

She regarded him steadily for a moment; then she said: 

“You are convinced, you say?”

“I am.”

“May I ask upon what your conviction is based?”

“Not now—­no.”

There was another pause; the man was at the door, ready to show the investigator out.

“Perhaps,” and her tone was very low, “you even fancy that you know his hiding-place.”

“Not just yet,” said he, “but in a few hours at most, I will.”

Her lips formed the good-by as he stood in the doorway; but she made no sound.  And Ashton-Kirk as he walked down the hall, smiled quietly to himself.

CHAPTER XVII

WHAT HAPPENED ON THE ROAD

About half an hour after Ashton-Kirk had left the Vale mansion, a Maillard car drew up before the door.  As it did so, an Italian laborer arose from the curb not far away where he had been comfortably seated with his back against a tree; then throwing his arms wide in a luxurious yawn, he started leisurely down the street.

Five minutes later, a veiled, dust-coated female figure descended the step; the driver of the Maillard was dismissed, and Miss Vale composedly took his place at the wheel.  As the car started forward, the gauntleted hands guided it firmly; the steady eyes were set straight ahead as the lever was pushed first to one speed and then another.

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