[Pppehrserver-ehr-general] he Scarnham Myster

[Herminia Marcotrigiano]

Mself, as he pulled a drawer out of

the desk and placed
it on a centre
table before Betty. "Now, Miss Fosdyke, you get to work on that." For
over an hour the four curiously assorted searchers examined the
contents of the missing man's desk, of another
desk in the study, of certain letter-racks which hung above the
mantelpieces in both rooms, of drawers in these rooms, of drawers and
small cabinets in his bedroom. Starmidge turned out the pockets
of all the clothing he could find: opened suit-cases, trunks,
dressing-cases.
They found nothing of the nature desired. And just as half-past

one came, and Polke was wondering what Starmidge would do next, Jones
came back and called him into the inner hall. "I've got some news of
her," he whispered. "She's off--from Scarnham, anyway, sir! I
couldn't

get any word of her in the town, nor at the cab-places: in fact, it's
only within this last five minutes

that I've got it." "Well?" demanded Polke eagerly. "And what is it?"
"Young Mitchell, who has a taxi-cab of his own, you know," said
Jones. "He told me--heard I was inquiring. He says that at half-past
ten, just as he was coming out of his shed in River Street, Mrs.
Carswell came up and asked him to drive her into Ecclesborough. He
did--they got there at half-past
eleven:
he set her down at the Exchange Station. Then he came back--alone.
So--she's got two hours' good start, sir--if she really is off!"
CHAPTER XII THE FIRST FIND Polke took a step or two on the pavement
outside the bank, meditating on this latest development of a matter

that was h
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