position to advance to Mrs. Dearborn all that she may require for current expenses.â
Chapter Eight
R ICHARDSON left The Firs in deep thought. Quite unconsciously the bank manager had given him what might prove to be a new and most important clue; the dead man had had a legal training in a solicitorâs office. But a fraudulent solicitor who had robbed his clients of £35,000 could scarcely have got away with it without being arrested and prosecuted; yet here was this man Dearborn depositing £25,000 in the bank.
Was the man who attacked him on the moor a guilty confederate who had chanced to recognize him? It could not have been a client whom he had robbed; a client would have gone direct to the police as soon as he discovered the hiding-place of the thief. What was to be the next step?
Sergeant Jago was at the door of the police station; he had been with Superintendent Carstairs to the court.
âPengelly gave no trouble,â he said. âHe pleaded guilty and they fined him five pounds. He couldnât pay that amount so we brought him back.â
âIâm glad of that. I want to see him again. Can you get him up here?â
âIâll see. Mr. Carstairs is away, getting his dinner, but the sub-inspector wonât make any difficulty.â Five minutes later Pengelly was brought into the office. He was bursting to impart his grievance, but Richardson was too quick for him.
âIâve only one question to ask you, Pengelly. What sort of age was the man who attacked Dearborn with a stickâa very young man, not much more than a boy?â
âA boy? Not a bit of it. He seemed to me a man of about Dearbornâs age, or even older, as far as I could judge at that distance. But look here, sir, I donât know what these police are up to. Iâve told them that if they let me go back to the quarry, I can raise the money for my fine, partly from my mates and partly from an advance on my wages. But this Superintendent wonât listen to that. The magistrates gave me a monthâs imprisonment if I didnât pay, and if they shut me up for a month my job will get filled up. I wish youâd have a word with the Superintendent.â
âAll right, Pengelly, I will.â
As soon as he had left the room Jago explained the situation. âMr. Carstairs is counting upon holding Pengelly until thereâs sufficient evidence for charging him with wilful murder. Thatâs why he wonât let him go back to the quarry to raise the money for his fine.â
âItâs going to be a ticklish business. Either the Superintendent leaves the case entirely to me, as he said he would, or Iâll have to throw up the case because he will keep butting in.â
âIâm afraid Mr. Carstairs belongs to that breed of men you find in South Devon who turn mulish if theyâre not carefully handled. It would be a thousand pities if you chucked the case up just when we seem to be on the point of getting home.â
âIâve never chucked a case yet and I donât want to start now. Iâm going to sit in this chair until Mr. Carstairs has finished his lunch and smoked his pipe, and then Iâm going to have it out with him,â said Richardson. âBut I wonât tread on his South Devon toes more than Iâm obliged to.â
âBut youâll get no lunch, Mr. Richardson.â
âOh, never mind about lunch: that can wait.â Jago lifted his head to listen. âI think I hear the Superintendent. Shall I tell him you would like to speak to him?â
âYes, and see that weâre not interrupted.â
In the Superintendentâs expression and bearing there was much that reminded Richardson of a small boy whom he had caught stealing apples from his fatherâs orchard in Scotland. He rose hurriedly from his chair. âLet me give you your own seat, Mr. Carstairs. I hear that Pengelly pleaded guilty this morning and
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