Call me Mr. Cave, by all means."
"We must talk--and at once," said Mr. Carless. "There are several points
arising out of your evidence on which you must give me information.
Whoever is at the back of that woman who handed you those papers is
probably the murderer of John Ashton--and that is what must be got at.
Now, where can we have a conference--immediately?--Your office, Methley,
is not far away, I think."
"My house is nearer," said Viner. "Come--we shall be perfectly quiet in
my study, and there will be nothing to interrupt us. Let us go now."
A police official let them out by a side-door, and Viner and Mr. Pawle
led the way through some side-streets to Markendale Square, the others
coming behind, conversing eagerly about the events of the morning. Mr.
Pawle, on his part, was full of excitement.
"If we can only trace that woman, Viner!" he exclaimed. "That's the next
thing! Get hold of her, whoever she is, and then--ah, we shall be in
sight of the finishing-part."
"What about tracing the whole lot through the check he has given?"
suggested Viner. "Wouldn't that be a good way?"
"We should have to wait nearly a month," answered Mr.
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