"No, Dollops," he said, softly, "it was the calmest night of its kind
I've ever experienced. But we've gleaned something from it. But what the
devil has Borkins got to _do_ with this factory? What ever it is he's
in it right up to the neck, and we'll have to dig around him pretty
carefully. You'll help me, Dollops, won't you? Can't do without you, you
know."
"Orlways, sir--orlways," breathed Dollops, in a husky whisper. "Where you
goes, I'm a-hikin' along by yer side. You ain't ever going ter get rid of
me."
"Good lad!" and they redoubled their pace.
CHAPTER XX
AT THE INQUEST
Thursday dawned in a blaze of sunshine, and after the bleak promise of
the day before the sky was a clear, sapphire-blue.
"What a day! And what a mission to waste it on!" sighed Cleek next
morning, as he finished breakfast and took a turn to the front door,
smoking his cigarette. "Here's murder at the very door of this ill-fated
place. And we've got to see the thing out!"
He spun upon his heel and went back again into the gloomy hall, as though
the sight of the sunshine sickened him.
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