Hewitt and I dined together that evening, and he gave me a full account of the occurrences which I have here set down. Still, when he was finished I was not able to see clearly by what process of reasoning he had arrived at the conclusions that gave him the key to the mystery, nor did I understand the ‘agony column’ message, and I said so.
‘In the beginning,’ Hewitt explained, ‘the thing that struck me as curious was the fact that Laker was said to have given his own name at Palmer’s in buying his ticket. Now, the first thing the greenest and newest criminal thinks of is changing his name, so that the giving of his own name seemed unlikely to begin with. Still, he might have made such a mistake, as Plummer suggested when he said that criminals usually make a mistake somewhere — as they do, in fact. Still, it was the least likely mistake I could think of — especially as he actually didn’t wait to be asked for his name, but blurted it out when it wasn’t really wanted. And it was conjoined with another rather curious mistake, or what would have been a mistake, if the thief were Laker. Why should he conspicuously display his wallet — such a distinctive article — for the clerk to see and note? Why rather had he not got rid of it before showing himself? Suppose it should be somebody personating Laker? In any case I determined not to be prejudiced by what I had heard of Laker’s betting. A man may bet without being a thief.
‘But, again, supposing it were Laker? Might he not have given his name, and displayed his wallet, and so on, while buying a ticket for France, in order to draw pursuit after himself in that direction while he made off in another, in another name, and disguised? Each supposition was plausible. And, in either case, it might happen that whoever was laying this trail would probably lay it a little farther. Charing Cross was the next point, and there I went. I already had it from Plummer that Laker had not been recognized there. Perhaps the trail had been laid in some other manner. Something left behind with Laker’s name on it, perhaps? I at once thought of the umbrella with his monogram, and, making a long shot, asked for it at the lost property office, as you know. The guess was lucky: In the umbrella, as you know, I found the scrap of paper. That, I judged, had fallen in from the hand of the man carrying the umbrella. He had torn the paper in half in order to fling it away, and one piece had fallen into the loosely flapping umbrella. It is a thing that will often happen with an omnibus ticket, as you may have noticed. Also, it was proved that the umbrella was unrolled when found, and rolled immediately after. So here was a piece of paper dropped by the person who had brought the umbrella to Charing Cross and left it. I got the whole advertisement, as you remember, and I studied it. “Yob” is back-slang for “boy”, and is often used in nicknames to denote a young smooth-faced thief. Gunter, the man I suspect, as a matter of fact, is known as the “Hoxton Yob”. The message, then, was addressed to some one known by such a nickname. Next, “H.R. shop roast”. Now, in thieves’ slang, to “roast” a thing or a person is to watch it or him. They call any place a shop — notably, a thieves’ den. So that this meant that some resort — perhaps the “Hoxton Row shop”— was watched. “You 1st then to-night” would be clearer, perhaps, when the rest was understood. I thought a little over the rest, and it struck me that it must be a direction to some other house, since one was warned of as being watched. Besides, there was the number, 197, and “red bl.”, which would be extremely likely to mean “red blinds “, by way of clearly distinguishing the house. And then the plan of the thing was plain. You have noticed, probably, that the map of London which accompanies the Post Office Directory is divided, for convenience of reference, into numbered squares?’
‘Yes. The squares are denoted by letters along the top margin and figures down the side. So that if you consult the directory, and find a place marked as being in D 5, for instance, you find vertical divisions D, and run your finger down it till it intersects horizontal division 5, and there you are.’
‘Precisely. I got my Post Office Directory, and looked for “O 2”. It was in North London, and took in parts of Abney Park Cemetery and Clissold Park; “2nd top” was the next sign. Very well, I counted the second street intersecting the top of the square — counting, in the usual way, from the left. That was Lordship Road. Then “3rd L”. From the point where Lordship Road crossed the top of the square, I ran my finger down the road till it came to “3rd L”, or, in other words, the third turning on the left — Hackworth Road. So there we were, unless my guesses were altogether wrong. “Straight mon” probably meant “straight moniker”— that is to say, the proper name, a thief’s real name, in contradistinction to that he may assume. I turned over the directory till I found Hackworth Road, and found that No. 197 was inhabited by a Mr Merston. From the whole thing I judged this. There was to have been a meeting at the “H.R. shop”, but that was found, at the last moment, to be watched by the police for some purpose, so that another appointment was made for this house in the suburbs. “You 1st. Then to-night”— the person addressed was to come first, and the others in the evening. They were to ask for the householder’s “straight moniker”— Mr Merston. And they were to come one at a time.
‘Now, then, what was this? What theory would fit it? Suppose this were a robbery, directed from afar by the advertiser. Suppose, on the day before the robbery, it was found that the place fixed for division of spoils were watched. Suppose that the principal thereupon advertised (as had already been agreed in case of emergency) in these terms. The principal in the actual robbery — the “Yob” addressed — was to go first with the booty. The others were to come after, one at a time. Anyway, the thing was good enough to follow a little further, and I determined to try No. 197 Hackworth Road. I have told you what I found there, and how it opened my eyes. I went, of course, merely on chance, to see what I might chance to see. But luck favoured, and I happened on that coat — brought back rolled up, on the evening after the robbery, doubtless by the thief who had used it, and flung carelessly into the handiest cupboard. That was this gang’s mistake.’
‘Well, I congratulate you,’ I said. ‘I hope they’ll catch the rascals.’
‘I rather think they will, now they know where to look. They can scarcely miss Merston, anyway. There has been very little to go upon in this case, but I stuck to the thread, however slight, and it brought me through. The rest of the case, of course, is Plummer’s. It was a peculiarity of my commission that I could equally well fulfil it by catching the man with all the plunder, or by proving him innocent. Having done the latter, my work was at an end, but I left it where Plummer will be able to finish the job handsomely.’
Plummer did. Sam Gunter, Merston, and one accomplice were taken — the first and last were well known to the police — and were identified by Laker. Merston, as Hewitt had suspected, had kept the lion’s share for himself, so that altogether, with what was recovered from him and the other two, nearly £11,000 was saved for Messrs Liddle, Neal & Liddle. Merston, when taken, was in the act of packing up to take a holiday abroad, and there cash his notes, which were found, neatly packed in separate thousands, in his portmanteau. As Hewitt had predicted, his gas bill was considerably less next quarter, for less than half-way through it he began a term in gaol.
As for Laker, he was reinstated, of course, with an increase of salary by way of compensation for his broken head. He had passed a terrible twenty-six hours in the cellar, unfed and unheard. Several times he had become insensible, and again and again he had thrown himself madly against the door, shouting and tearing at it, till he fell back exhausted, with broken nails and bleeding fingers. For some hours before the arrival of his rescuers he had been sitting in a sort of stupor, from which he was suddenly aroused by the sound of voices and footsteps. He was in bed for a week, and required a rest of a month in addition before he could resume his duties. Then he was quietly lectured by Mr Neal as to betting, and, I believe, dropped that practice in consequence. I am told that he is ‘at the counter’ now — a considerable promotion.
The Case of the Lost Foreigner.
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