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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:08:38 | Message # 46 |
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| ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:10:36 | Message # 47 |
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:12:00 | Message # 48 |
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At Cox’s we find that Guy Clarendon’s activity at the
bank was sporadic, with deposits rather infrequent
before June 12th.
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| ivana123 | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:15:02 | Message # 49 |
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:17:44 | Message # 50 |
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We talk to Miss Frances’ maid Grace, who tells us that
on the evening of the 1st, Dr Trevelyan was at the
Nolan home until 10 o’clock.
“After Dr Trevelyan left, Miss Frances asked for a cup of cocoa
and I brought it to her. As I came up the stairs to retire, the light
in Miss Frances’ room went out. The hall clock below struck
the half hour, that would be 11:30. I did wake up in the middle
of the night — actually it was almost morning — I thought I
heard something. I listened for a time but heard nothing more
and dozed off again. I arose at 7:30, completed my toilet by 8
and went downstairs to prepare Miss Frances’ breakfast. No
sooner was I in the kitchen, than I heard the front door open
and close. I saw Miss Frances walking down the street.
“I didn’t know what to think when I heard the news, except
not to believe it. Miss Frances wouldn’t harm anyone,
especially Mr Clarendon.
“Do you think I might be able to see her? I’d like to take
her spectacles and a book or two; she is so fond of reading,
you know.”
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| ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:24:15 | Message # 51 |
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:26:15 | Message # 52 |
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Mr Ellis’ secretary informs us that he is on assignment
in Europe and will be there for many weeks.
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| ivana123 | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:28:17 | Message # 53 |
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:30:21 | Message # 54 |
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Entering his laboratory, we are initially unable to locate
H.R. Murray in his maze of chemical paraphernalia,
file cabinets and boxes, until Wiggins notices a faint snore
coming from the far corner. We walk over and find him
hunched on his desk, asleep with a pile of criminal reports
and chemistry notes as a pillow. Wiggins taps him on the
shoulder; he jerks upright and his white hair and the white
papers mingle in a temporary flurry around his head.
“Hello? What? Oh my where... oh, yes. It’s you, Higgins! I
must have dozed off. What are you up to today?”
“It’s Wiggins, sir, and we’re looking into the Clarendon
murder.”
“Clarendon? I had just finished that report when I fell asleep.
Let’s see, number 301...301... “ He rummages through his
pile of papers, although we wonder how a report he’d just
written could be anywhere but on top. “Ah, here it is, 301,
Clarendon, Guy. Not much, I’m afraid. A hole in the shirt
where a small calibre buffet passed into the body...extensive
blood powder burns, indicating a close-range shot... ah,
here is something interesting. On the lower part of the shirt
I found traces of alcohol. Wine, to be exact. I have a good
nose, and I believe it was an inferior quality Italian Red. I was
in Italy in ...”
We tip-toe off and miss his lecture on the chemical qualities
of finer wines.
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:38:02 | Message # 55 |
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We leave the manager’s office at Halliday’s Private
Hotel knowing little more than we did when we
entered. He is too upset over the police quarantine of
Clarendon’s room to be of much help. Fortunately, the day
clerk is a much less excitable fellow.
“The gentleman registered under the name of Clarence Guy
on the 29th of May. He was given a front room on the third
floor. Two days later he asked to be moved to Suite 205.
During his stay here he had only two visitors that I am aware
of. One was a most disagreeable chap. He was very large,
had a thick walrus moustache and a prominent scar down
his cheek. He arrived on the lst of June, the very day of Mr
Guys, that is Mr Clarendon’s, move. He simply came in, sat
down in the lobby and waited. I kept an eye on him but, I
must admit, I was reluctant to ask him his business. Twenty
minutes or so later, Mr Clarendon came down from his
room. As he passed, the big man yanked him aside. I’m sure I
detected fear on Mr Clarendon’s face and was about to send
one of the boys for a bobby when Mr Clarendon signed me
that all was well. After a few minutes of conversation, they
left together. I never saw the man again.
“His other visitor, who came by quite frequently, was a very
striking woman. She was quite fashionably dressed and she
had a most distinctive laugh, very full and deep. I have no
idea who she was.”
“Tell us about the morning of July 2nd.”
“It was about 9 o’clock when a woman entered. She was
rather plain-looking and I would not have noticed her but for
the fact that she came in the front door, looking neither left
nor right, and proceeded directly to the staircase. Normally
non-residents are not allowed to pass without first stopping
at the desk. I was on my way to intercept the woman, when
I was buttonholed by Mr Ramsay. He’s a guest of long
residence and a chronic complainer and he would not let
me go. It couldn’t have been 30 seconds later when there
was a woman’s scream. I dashed up the stairs to the second
floor where the hallway was full of inquisitive guests. They
directed my attention to Room 205 and said they heard a
faint bang before the scream. There I found the body of Mr
Clarendon and the aforementioned woman. She was lying
in a swoon in the centre of the room with a smoking pistol
in her hand. I revived her with some whiskey found in the
room. When she came to, she was totally disoriented. She
had no idea where she was or what she had done. When she
saw Clarendon’s body she gave out a small cry and let go of
her pistol as if it were red hot. I took her to a nearby vacant
room and had the police summoned.”
At our request, the clerk calls a sleepy bellboy to show us
the suite. On our way to the room we discover that the lad
has just shifted to day duty after working nights. Enquiring
further, we learn that the front doors are locked at 10 p.m.,
so that any guests or visitors must be let in by the night staff.
Clarendon, leading a most exemplary life, was always in his
rooms before 10.
The constable on guard lets us into the 2-room suite and
oversees our tour. The sitting room walls are papered in a
subdued floral pattern. The ceiling is covered with yellow
plaster. The constable indicates the entryway to the bedroom
as the place where the body was found. There is some blood
on the carpet. A larger stain had apparently been made by
the spilled contents of a shattered wine glass lying nearby. In
the centre of the sitting room, some 15 feet away are small
flecks of yellow plaster.
A search of the sitting room yields nothing much in the way
of personal items. In the top desk drawer, however, we find a
folded bank statement from Cox’s:
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| ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:39:25 | Message # 56 |
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:40:59 | Message # 57 |
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“Oh, ’course I knew Clarendon. He and his lady friend
stopped in from time to time. They were usually on
their way to Kilgore’s Gaming Parlour, or comin’ back from
it,” says Porky Shinwell.
“What’s Kilgore’s Gaming Parlour?”
“Ha, ha, it’s a nice little place down in the southeast,
frequented by swells and toffs. The coppers been tryin’ to
close it down for years but Kilgore knows when they come
within three blocks.
“Clarendon was into him for a sizeable sum, or so it was said
— 7,000 pounds was the figure I heard. Got to the point
that Kilgore wouldn’t allow him in his place. I understand
Clarendon didn’t take too kindly to that. Almost caused a
row until Kilgore’s right hand man, Gus Bullock, stepped
in. Clarendon backed down. I don’t blame him none. Gus
is a mean character right enough. There’s a joke about
Gus. Somebody once said he’d like to see the customer
who gave Gus that scar. He was told, so would the fellow’s
widow. Ha, ha.
“Anyway, Kilgore made it clear that he expected the money
and there were bad feelings all around. Then maybe a month
or so later, Clarendon shows up all smiles, and he and
Kilgore gettin’ on like brothers. Figure Clarendon must have
paid him back. Then Calvin Leach steps into the picture.”
“Who’s Calvin Leach?”
“Well, rumour has it that Leach deals in what you might
call ‘stolen property.’ Square dealer, too, give you one-half
the value of the article. Now Calvin Leach don’t usually
associate with the likes of Claude Kilgore, but there it is.
Leach, Kilgore and Clarendon meeting late at night just as
thick as, uh, fog. Ha, ha. The meetings continued on and
right up until, well, the night before Clarendon’s death.”
“Did these meetings take place at the Raven ant Rat?”
“Well, won’t say they did and won’t say they didn’t. Will say,
though, everything I told you is as true as if it was written
in the Good Book. Now we been standin’ here jawin’ and I
don’t hear nobody orderin’ a pint or nothin’. What’ll it be?”
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| ivana123 | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:49:11 | Message # 58 |
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| WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:50:43 | Message # 59 |
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Sir Sanford Leeds expresses his hope that his wife’s tiara
will soon be recovered.
“It is a valuable piece, to be sure, but more than that, my
wife has been under a doctor’s care since its theft and just
yesterday took up a room at St. George’s Hospital. She is even
more overwrought than when young Clarendon poured
champagne down the, ahem, bodice of her Paris original at
the Richmond’s party on the 20th past. Which, come to think
of it, was the last time she wore the tiara.”
“Where was the tiara kept?”
“In the bottom drawer of the bureau, under some of my
wife’s, ahem, more frilly garments.”
“Were there signs of extensive search, drawers left open, that
sort of thing?”
“No, the burglar knew right where to look, it seems.”
“You were not at home, correct?”
“That’s correct. My first night out since the Richmond’s
party. Down with the flu, what. Still not in top form but
couldn’t miss the old regiment’s annual wing-ding.”
“Thank you, Sir Sanford. We wish Lady Leeds a speedy
recovery.”
“Recover the tiara and she’ll come right around!”
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| ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:58:38 | Message # 60 |
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