The case is one too
many for me, and I'm chucking it." Mr. Narkom opened his mouth to speak,
but his colleague gave him no opportunity. "It's a bit too fishy for my
liking," he went on, "when the only clues a man's got to go on are a
dancing flame and a patch of charred grass--which, by the way, never
struck me as particularly interesting at the best of times--and when
evidence points so strongly toward young Merriton's guilt. All I can
say is, let's go. That's the ticket for me."
"And for me also, old man!" agreed Mr. Narkom, emphatically, following
Cleek's lead though rather in the dark. "It's back to London for me,
whenever you're ready."
"And that'll be as soon as Dollops can pack my things and get 'em off to
the station."
CHAPTER XXII
A NEW DEPARTURE
The question of packing was a very small matter altogether, and it was
barely seven o'clock when, this finished, Cleek and Mr. Narkom had
collected their coats and hats from the hat-stand, given Borkins the
benefit of their very original ideas as to closing up the house and
clearing out of it as soon as possible, each of them slipped a sovereign
into his hand, and were standing talking a short while at the open front
door.
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