Seemed like he
knew so much—more than me, miss. The man is a stranger to me. Above was a spacious hall,
connected with it by a flight of stone steps, at the further end of which stood an
immense grated door, called in the slang of the place "The Jigger," through the
bars of which the felons in the upper wards were allowed to converse with their
friends, or if they wished to enter the room, or join the revellers below, they were
at liberty to do so, on payment of a small fine. ’ Handing over the guineas, he added, ‘For you. One night she apparently fell asleep. “Come to my rooms
and have a drink. Caliban sarch ebery hole in de place, but Shack no dere. What hotel should she go to? If she told a
cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might
drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she
required. He reached for her, and she struck savagely. ”
“The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained
admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here
and shot himself within a few moments of your return. His number
was unlisted and unpublished.
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