only man in Duketon who was trusted with so portentous a secret.
Richardson continued: âI want you to cast your memory back to the last evening when Mr. Dearborn had tea at this hotel. Do you, or any members of your staff, remember a stranger being at the hotel that day? It was the 29th September, a Saturday.â
The manager shook his head several times before he spoke. âSaturday is one of our char-Ã -banc days and that means that the whole place is full of strangers, and as a rule thereâs such a lot of them that you couldnât expect my barmaid or anyone else to remember what any of them looked like.â
âI was afraid that it might be so, but let me put another question to you. Do you remember whether any visitor to the hotel spoke to you about Mr. Dearborn?â
The manager perked up. âI do remember an incident that happened this summer about two months ago, though it didnât lead to anything. One of these hikers dressed in shortsâquite a boy, he wasâstopped a night in the hotel. He was here just about the time when the char-Ã -banc turns up, and he was alone in the bar when the people began to come in. Then Mr. Dearborn drove up in his car and came in; the room was pretty full and I suppose it was that that kept him from ordering any refreshment. I remember this because I ran after him to tell him Iâd serve him myself, but he wouldnât stop, and as I came back from the door this young hiker boy called me and asked, â Isnât that Mr.â?ââ The landlord scratched his head. âLord, Iâve forgotten the nameâit wasnât a very common name. I said, âNo, thatâs Mr. Dearborn.â He said, âI canât be mistaken. If that isnât Mr.ââwhatever the name wasââitâs his double. Where does he live?â and I told him, Winterton.â
âDid you tell him anything else about Mr. Dearborn?â
âI think I told him heâd bought a quarry; there wasnât much to tell him because I didnât know much, nor did anyone else.â
âDid the youth go off in the direction of Winterton?â
âIâm sure I canât tell you which way he went.â
âWas there anything peculiar about the boyâanything to distinguish him by?â
âNow you come to speak of it, there was. He was sandy-haired and heâd more freckles on his face than Iâve ever seen on anyone. Iâll bet he was called âFrecklesâ at school.â
âI donât suppose youâll have the luck to see him again this year, itâs getting late for hikers, but if you do I wish youâd ring up the Superintendent of police at Winterton.â
âIs he a criminal?â asked the manager with brightening interest.
âOh no, but Iâd like to ask him a few questions. He may be an important witness in a case we have on hand. If by any chance you remember that name you forgot, youâll be sure to let us know. Didnât you make him register as he was stopping the night in the hotel?â
âWell, sir, you know what it is, people coming in and out the whole day long. I canât swear to it that he was made to register, especially as he was a hiker. I hope youâre not going to mention this to the Devon police and get me into trouble.â
âNo,â said Richardson with a smile, âthe Devon police must look after their own job.â
Richardson had left Sergeant Jago in Winterton with instructions to see what happened to Pengelly during his absence. When he returned to the police station Jago came out to meet him.
âPengellyâs still in the cells below,â he murmured. âWhen I asked the Superintendent what time he was going up to the quarry, he said he could do nothing until you came back, because youâd got the car.â
âQuite right, but Iâll slip in and tell Mr. Carstairs that I shanât
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