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The Crime of the French Café and Other Stories

Chapter 3 JOHN JONES.

Word Count: 1393    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ou!" whis

by those words! How many have seen the prison

words seemed to produce les

d turned suddenly toward the detec

d he; "I didn't quite un

ck even more in doubt abou

gh it hurriedly, and in the car next the engin

is yo

looking, and about thirty-five years old. There was

have found dozens of such m

mistake. But G

That is the man whom I saw coming o

lding on to one of the straps.

full face. The detective was bound to giv

approached the accused and suddenly whi

ranger asked Nick to repeat what he had said, the detective, in a low voic

in the papers this morning, but I am not connected with it in any w

aid Nick, "and give you no trouble at all. I

es

along, too, if

d the man, and he l

ade this charge, of course you'll have to look into it. Come down to the office and make

you do bef

nd then put her aboard a trai

has she

ective go flying after her to scare her to death. She

she'll hear about it and

You're too sensible a man to

reet. My place of business is just a li

stake had been made. This man's easy manner and perfect c

as they descended the stairs,

as he spoke, and th

OHN J

MORSE &

ical F

unligh

was looking over Nick's shoulder. "It is the

he opinion that Mr. Jones had presented ver

ed himself "John Jones," but

hat a man meditating murder had recorded his

tainly astonishing, but

o the office of Al

len wa

said Jones, "My name has

is

that French restaura

at the story in o

levated train just now, and told this other man, who is a detect

ey convicted me immediately. It appears that the visitor to the re

y at poor Gaspard, who was shaking in his shoes. "Don't y

f I were dying, I would swear with

len, turning to Nick. "And what

replied Nick; "she ha

y nothing to go upon exc

thi

is is no

admit that I would be false to my dut

ones. "But don't bother me any more t

ou is that you will give me your address, and meet

ibbled on a piece of paper. "I'll b

s courtesy, and immediately w

ck, on the back of the scrap of paper which Jo

ck, who was on the lookout in the u

nged his disguise and kept watch over th

d until a little after noon,

detective's cipher

good flat house. Jones l

ut two months. Nobody in the h

en sick about two weeks ago and ca

There was nobody in the house who had seen M

t tallied with that of the body.

out yesterday afternoon. She remembers Mrs. Jones' dres

bag. Nobody saw either of them come back to

ho saw them go out to the

t identification. I believe it will show the woman to

HI

nced across the street toward th

y writing a letter. Could it be possible th

nd then came the secon

ed as Mrs

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