|Chapter Title||THE WILD MAN|
|Newspaper Title||Bathurst Free Press and Mining Journal (NSW : 1851 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||The Mount Macedon Mystery|
Novelist AN AUSTRALIAN NOVEL, BY IVAN DEXTER. ——————<>—————
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ——————<>————— THE Mount Macedon Mystery ——————<>————— CHAPTER XXIV.-(Continued.)
" Oh, yes. I know you now. I was in your house once speaking to a gentle- man named Simpson," replied the officer, considerably interested. "It is concerning Mr Simpson I am here," returned the boarding-house keeper. "I have some property of his that I do not feel justified in keep- ing."
"If you will come with me I will arrange your business. The detective office is the proper place for you to go," said Lynx, rather eagerly. The lady, glad to have an adviser, ac- companied the officer to the detective office, and taking her to a quiet room got a sheet of paper to take notes on, and introducing himself, asked her to state her errand. " Mr Simpson left me suddenly about four months ago," she started to say, " and very unaccountably, for he was an excellent boarder and always paid his way. He told me he would return again, and I have kept his room vacant ever since, especially as some of his things were in it. Yesterday I let the room, and removed the things to my quarter. In doing so I found this pocket book on the top of one of the boxes which was open, and not knowing what to do with it and the property not being mine, I thought it best to hand it to the police." This was in fact only part of the truth, for the naturally inquisitive landlady had thoroughly ransacked the belongings of her late lodger, and it was with a view of obtaining information regarding his whereabouts that her present visit was made. " You took a very proper course Mrs Butterly. Have you examined the pocket book ?" "I— I just had a glance at it," was the reply, as she handed it over to the officer. "I will make a note of its contents," he said.
The pocket book was an old and worn leather one, and rather bulky. The detective glanced his experienced eyes over it, and as he did so detected some indistinct, almost effaced letters stamped on the outside. Bonding closely to it he tried to make out the inscription, whatever it might be, but for a time he could not trace the dim letters. Gradually they became focussed, and he slowly made out the writing. As he did so his hands trembled with excitement, and his eyes lighted up with eager enquiry. The words on the pocket book were as follow : — " Charles Edgar, Parramatta." He opened the pocket book, and placed the contents on the table. With the ex- ception of a portrait which the detective recognised as that of Miss Devereaux, they consisted wholly of letters. One was an introduction to a prominent gentle- man in Melbourne, and the others the officer saw were from Miss Devereaux, and he, with good taste, refrained from reading them. "When did Mr Simpson come to your place," asked Lynx. "In the beginning of last year." "I shall require the other things you have belonging to Mr Simpson, but it will be no loss to you, Mrs Butterly. In fact it will be a gain." "You can take them when you please," said the lady. The detective, elated at the discovery he had made, bade her a hearty good day as she left,and then he rubbed his hands with evident satisfaction. "This it a discovery," he exclaimed. "Simpson has Charles Edgar's property. Simpson is Marshall, and he was on the Mount, the day Edgar disappeared. It's all as plain as noonday now. But it may be only a paltry case of robbery from a dead man after all. Yet why conceal the body. I must see Rennie at once." The officer at once set out for the Union
Hutel and asked to see Rennie. The latter was astonished at the news the detective brought. "I don't think we should tell Miss Devereaux about this yet," said Lynx. There can be no doubt that Charles Edgar is dead, and has been robbed. We have got his watch and his pocket book, and I am pretty certain that we have his bones also, but it is time enough for the girl to be told her former sweetheart is dead when we lay our hands on this Simpson or Marshall, or whatever the fellow's name may he," considerately suggested the officer. " I quite agree with you. It would only cause Miss Devereaux unnecessary pain." "We must do all we can now to find this Simpson. If we can run him down I think our work will be ended."
" He may not be so important a find as you imagine," replied Rennie. "If he can show that Edgar met his death accidentally our point will be gained at any rate. It is indeed most likely that he walked over the cliff during the mist." "I sincerely wish we could clear up the mystery of his fate," Rennie an- swered, and he looked as though he meant it. If a good reward were offered for the apprehension of Simpson it might assist us," put in the officer. "I shall have a talk with Miss Dever- eaux about it, and let you know tomor- row. I think she will agree to it." He placed the matter before that lady, and told her that it was of the utmost importance that Simpson should be found. The police had so far been unsuccessful in their search, for they had not taken much trouble to execute a warrant for mere contempt. A good reward, however, would spur them on. A few days after a notification appeared in the papers that £500 would be paid to anyone giving such information as would lead to the discovery of Phillip Simpson, and a full description of that person was appended.