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mour, and refused even to take a tragic view.”
“That’s bad,” said Kitson, shaking his head. “A sense of humour is out of place in a divorce court, and that is where your little romance is going to end, my friend.”
“I am not so sure,” said Beale calmly, and the other stared at him.
“You have promised me,” he began, with a note of acerbity in his voice.
“And you have advised me,” said Beale.
Kitson choked down something which he was going to say, but which he evidently thought cheap nike air max trainers was better left unsaid.
“Wait,” he commanded, “I will find out whether Miss Cresswell,” he emphasized the words, “has gone to bed.”
He passed through the door to Oliva’s sitting-room and was gone a few minutes. When he came back Beale saw his troubled face, and ran forward to meet him.
“She’s not there,” said Kitson.
“Not in her room?”
“Neither in the sitting-room nor the bedroom. I have rung for her maid. Oh, here you are.”
Prim Minnie came through the bedroom door.
“Where is your mistress?”
“I thought she was with you, sir.”
“What is this?” said Beale, stooped and picked up a white kid glove. “She surely hasn’t gone out,” he said in consternation.
cheap nike air max “That’s not a lady’s glove, sir,” said the girl, “that is a gentleman’s.”
It was a new glove, and turning it over he saw stamped inside the words: “Glebler, Rotterdam.”
“Ha http://www.cheapnikeairmaxya.co.uk/ s anybody been here?” he asked.
“Not to my knowledge, sir. The young lady told me she did not want me any more to-night.” The girl hesitated. It seemed a veritable betrayal of her mistress to disclose such a sordid matter as the search for a pawn ticket.
Beale noticed the hesitation.
“You must tell me everything, and tell me quickly,” he said.
“Well, s Nike Air Max ir,” said the maid, “the lady came in to look for something she brought with her when she came here.”
“I remember!” cried Kitson, “she told me she had brought away something very curious from van Heerden’s house and made me guess what it was. Something interrupted our talk–what was it?”
“Well, sir,” said the maid, resigned, “I won’t tell you a lie, sir. It was a pawn ticket.”
“A pawn ticket!” cried Kitson and Beale in unison.
“Are you sure?” asked the latter.
“Absolutely nike air max classic sure, sir.”
“But she couldn’t have brought a pawn ticket from van Heerden’s house. What was it for?”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“What was on the pawn ticket?” said Kitson impatiently. “What article had been pledged?”
Again the girl hesitated. To betray her mistress was unpleasant. To betray herself–as she would if she confessed that she had most carefully and thoroughly read the voucher–was unthinkable.
“You know what was on it,” said Beale, in his best third degree manner, “now don’t keep us waiting. What was it?”
“A watch, sir.”
“How much was it pledged for?”
“Ten shillings, sir.”
“Do you remember the name.”
“In a foreig nike air max 90 n name, sir–van Horden.”
“Van Heerden,” said Beale quickly, “and at what pawnbrokers?”
“Well, sir,” said the girl, making a fight for her reputation, “I only glanced at the ticket and I only noticed- nike air max sale —”
“Yes, you did,” interrupted Beale sharply, “you read every line of it. Where was it?”
“Rosenblaum Bros., of Commercial Road,” blurted the girl.
“Any number?”
“I didn’t see the number.”
“You will find them in the telephone book,” said Kitson. “What does it mean?”
But Beale was half-way to nike air max 1 Kitson’s sitting-room, arriving there in time to meet McNorton who had handed over his charge to his subordinate.
“I’ve found it!” cried Beale.
“Found what?” asked Kitson.
“The code!”
“Where? How?” asked McNorton.
“Unless I am altogether wrong the code is contained, either engraved on the case or written on a slip of paper enclosed within the case of a watch. Can’t you see it all plainly now? Van Heerden neither trusted his memory nor his subordinates. He had his simple code written, as we shall find, upon thin paper enclosed in th Cheap Nike Air Max e case of a hunter watch, and this he pledged. A pawnbroker’s is the safest of safe deposits. Searching for clues, suppose the police had detected his preparations, the pledged ticket might have been easily overlooked.”
Kitson was looking at him with an expression of amazed indignation. Here was a man who had lost his wife, and Kitson believed that this young detective loved the girl as few women are loved; but in the passion of the chase, in the p nike air max roduction of a new problem, he was absorbed to the exclusion of all other considerations in the greater game.
Yet he did Beale an injustice if he only knew, for the thought of Oliva’s new peril ran through all his speculations, his rapid deductions, his lightning plans.
“Miss Cresswell found the ticket and probably extracted it as a curiosity. These things are kept in little e Cheap Air Max nvelopes, aren’t they, McNorton?”
The police chief nodded.
“That was it, then. She took it out and left the envelope behind, and van Heerden did not discover his loss until he went to find the voucher to give Milsom the code. Don’t you remember? In the first place he said he couldn’t give him the code until after ten o’clock, which is probably the hour the pawnbrokers open for business.”
McNorton nodded again.
“Then do you remember that Milsom said that the code was not irredeemably lost and that van Heerden knew where it was. In default of finding the ticket he decided to burgle the pawnbroker’s, and that burglary is going through to-night.”
“But he could have obtained a duplicate of the ticket,” said McNorton.
“How?” asked Beale quickly.
“By going before cheap nike air max a magistrate and swearing an affidavit.”
“In his own name,” said Beale, “you see, he couldn’t do that. It would mean walking into the lion’s den. No, burglary was his only chance.”
“But what of Oliva?” said Kitson impatiently, “I tell you, Beale, I am not big enough or stoical enough to think outside of that girl’s safety.”
Beale swung round at him.
“You don’t think I’ve forgotten that, do you?” he said in a low voice. “You don’t think that has been out of my mind?” His face was tense and drawn. “I think, I believe that Oliva is safe,” he said quietly. “I believe that Oliva and not any of us here will deliver van Hee nike air max 95 rden to justice.”
“Are you mad?” asked Kitson in astonishment.
“I am very sane. Come here!”
He gripped the old lawyer by the arm and led him back to the girl’s room.
“Look,” he said, and pointed.
“What do you mean, the bookshelf?”
Beale nodded.
“Half an hour ago I gave Oliva a book,” he said, “that book is no longer there.”
“But in the name of Heaven how can a book save her?” demanded the exasperated Kitson.
Sta nike air max 90 sale nford Beale did not answer.
“Yes, yes, she’s safe. I know she’s safe,” he said. “If Oliva is the girl I think she is then I see van Heerden’s finish.”
Chapter 31 A Corn Chandler’s Bill
The church bells were chiming eleven o’clock when a car drew up before a gloomy corner shop, bearing the dingy sign of the pawnbroker’s calling, and Beale and McNorton

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