The Experiences of Loveday Brooke, Lady Detective | Page 9

waiting for him, as she had
told him in her telegram that she would, in a four-wheeler.
"It's all right," she said to him as he got in; "he can't get away, even if
he had an idea that we were after him. Two of the local police are
waiting outside the house door with a warrant for his arrest, signed by a
magistrate. I did not, however, see why the Lynch Court office should
not have the credit of the thing, and so telegraphed to you to conduct
the arrest."
They drove through the High Street to the outskirts of the town, where
the shops became intermixed with private houses let out in offices. The
cab pulled up outside one of these, and two policemen in plain clothes
came forward, and touched their hats to Mr. Dyer.
"He's in there now, sir, doing his office work," said one of the men
pointing to a door, just within the entrance, on which was printed in
black letters, "The United Kingdom Cab-drivers' Beneficent
Association." "I hear however, that this is the last time he will be found

there, as a week ago he gave notice to leave."
As the man finished speaking, a man, evidently of the cab-driving
fraternity, came up the steps. He stared curiously at the little group just
within the entrance, and then chinking his money in his hand, passed on
to the office as if to pay his subscription.
"Will you be good enough to tell Mr. Emmett in there," said Mr. Dyer,
addressing the man, "that a gentleman outside wishes to speak with
him."
The man nodded and passed into the office. As the door opened, it
disclosed to view an old gentleman seated at a desk apparently writing
receipts for money. A little in his rear at his right hand, sat a young and
decidedly good-looking man, at a table on which were placed various
little piles of silver and pence. The get-up of this young man was
gentleman-like, and his manner was affable and pleasant as he
responded, with a nod and a smile, to the cab-driver's message.
"I sha'n't be a minute," he said to his colleague at the other desk, as he
rose and crossed the room towards the door.
But once outside that door it was closed firmly behind him, and he
found himself in the centre of three stalwart individuals, one of whom
informed him that he held in his hand a warrant for the arrest of Harry
Emmett on the charge of complicity in the Craigen Court robbery, and
that he had "better come along quietly, for resistance would be useless."
Emmett seemed convinced of the latter fact. He grew deadly white for a
moment, then recovered himself.
"Will someone have the kindness to fetch my hat and coat," he said in a
lofty manner. "I don't see why I should be made to catch my death of
cold because some other people have seen fit to make asses of
themselves."
His hat and coat were fetched, and he was handed into the cab between
the two officials.

"Let me give you a word of warning, young man," said Mr. Dyer,
closing the cab door and looking in for a moment through the window
at Emmett. "I don't suppose it's a punishable offence to leave a black
bag on an old maid's doorstep, but let me tell you, if it had not been for
that black bag you might have got clean off with your spoil."
Emmett, the irrepressible, had his answer ready. He lifted his hat
ironically to Mr. Dyer; "You might have put it more neatly, guv'nor,"
he said; "if I had been in your place I would have said: 'Young man,
you are being justly punished for your misdeeds; you have been taking
off your fellow-creatures all your life long, and now they are taking off
you.'"
Mr. Dyer's duty that day did not end with the depositing of Harry
Emmett in the local jail. The search through Emmett's lodgings and
effects had to be made, and at this he was naturally present. About a
third of the lost jewellery was found there, and from this it was
consequently concluded that his accomplices in the crime had
considered that he had borne a third of the risk and of the danger of it.
Letters and various memoranda discovered in the rooms, eventually led
to the detection of those accomplices, and although Lady Cathrow was
doomed to lose the greater part of her valuable property, she had
ultimately the satisfaction of knowing that each one of the thieves
received a sentence proportionate to his crime.
It was not until close upon midnight that Mr. Dyer found himself seated
in the train, facing Miss Brooke, and had leisure to ask