"Heavens, sir, what an idea! I never thought of such villainy!
What inhuman rogues there are in the world! But Godfrey is a
fine lad -- a staunch lad. Nothing would induce him to give
his old uncle away. I'll have the plate moved over to the bank
this evening. In the meantime spare no pains, Mr. Detective!
I beg you to leave no stone unturned to bring him safely back.
As to money, well, so far as a fiver, or even a tenner, goes,
you can always look to me."
Even in his chastened frame of mind the noble miser could give
us no information which could help us, for he knew little of
the private life of his nephew. Our only clue lay in the
truncated telegram, and with a copy of this in his hand Holmes
set forth to find a second link for his chain. We had shaken off
Lord Mount-James, and Overton had gone to consult with the other
members of his team over the misfortune which had befallen them.
There was a telegraph-office at a short distance from the hotel.
We halted outside it.
"It's worth trying, Watson," said Holmes. "Of course, with
a warrant we could demand to see the counterfoils, but we have
not reached that stage yet.
Pages:
411
412
413
414
415
416
417
418
419
420
421
422
423
424
425
426
427
428
429
430
431
432
433
434
435