Chapter 6 chapter Five

In the midst of this heat wave of outrage, I unexpectedly found my next steps to be so easy to follow.I walked into Scotland Yard with a half-formed plan in mind.If I was not satisfied with the conversation I had there, I would act on it (in fact, it was not).That is, if I have the courage to carry it out. Things that a person would not dare to do under normal circumstances can easily be put into action under anger.Without thinking twice, I went straight to Lord Nasby's house. Lord Nasby is a millionaire, owner of the Daily Gazette.He owned a few other newspapers, but the Daily Gazette was like his brilliant child.He is known to every housewife in the British Empire as the owner of the Daily Gazette.Since the diary of the great man's itinerary has just been published, I know where to look for him now.Now is the time for him to dictate to his secretary at home.

Of course, I don't think that every young woman who wants to come to see him will be granted an interview.But I wish I could.In a card case in the Fleming's living room, I found a card of the Marquess of Lonsley, England's most famous sporting aristocrat.I took this business card away, carefully wiped off the words written on it with bread crumbs, and then wrote some words on it with a pencil: "Please give Miss Beddingfield a chance to meet with you." The female adventurer They should not be too particular about the means they adopt. This trick really worked.A flour-faced servant accepted the card and brought it in, and I did as he was told.I entered a large room, and a panic-stricken quick-fixer sprinted past me like a ghost in hell.Then the door closed, and I was face to face with Lord Nasby.

A gigantic person.big head.big face.big man.pregnant.I tried to keep my composure.I'm not here to criticize Lord Nasby's pot belly.He has started yelling at me: "What's the matter? What does Long Siri want? You are his secretary? What's the matter?" "First of all," I said, as calmly as I could, "I do not know the Marquess of Longsley, and he certainly does not know me. I have this card from a card case in the house of the person I live with." Yes, I wrote the words on it myself. I have something important to see you." For a few moments Lord Nasby felt as if he had suffered a stroke.Finally, he swallowed twice and recovered.

"Young woman, I admire your calmness. Well, you have met me! If you can arouse my interest, you can continue to see me for two minutes, no more, no less." "That's great," I replied. "I'll interest you. That's the secret about 'The Mill.'" "If you've spotted 'The Man in Brown,' write to the editor," he interjected quickly. "If you interrupt again, my time will be extended," I said firmly. "I haven't spotted 'The Man in Brown,' but I probably will." I told him the subway incident and the conclusions I had drawn from it in the briefest terms possible.After I finished speaking, he said unexpectedly:

"How do you know what a 'brachycephalic' is?" I mentioned dad. "Apes? Well! Well, you seem to have a lot of brains, young woman. But all this is too thin, you know. Nothing to go on, and no use to us--as you say. " "I know very well." "So, what do you want?" "I want a job with your newspaper to investigate this matter." "It can't be done. We already have people in charge of that." "I also have my own expertise." "Like what you just said to me, huh?" "Oh no, Lord Nasby. I have something else up my sleeve."

"Oh, you have, have you? You seem to be a smart woman. Well, what's that?" "Before the man who claimed to be a doctor walked into the elevator, he dropped a note and I picked it up. The note smelled like moth pills, and the dead man had it too, but the doctor didn't have that smell. .So I understand that the note must have been taken from the dead man by the doctor. It has two words and some numbers written on it." "let me see." Lord Nasby held out his hand. "No," I said, smiling, "you know, this is my discovery." "I'm not wrong, you are a smart woman. It is right to keep this note yourself. Don't you have any scruples about not handing it over to the police?"

"I was at the police station this morning to hand it over to them. They insisted that the whole thing had nothing to do with the Marlow 'mill' affair, so I felt I was right not to hand them the note under the circumstances. Yes. And besides, the inspector discouraged me." "What a short-sighted fellow. Well, my dear lady, all I can do for you is this, you keep working on the line. If you find anything--anyone who is really talented is always there. But You have to behave. You know?" I thanked him and apologized for the way I met him. "That's all right. I like the backlash of people--beautiful women. By the way, you talked for two minutes, but it's been three minutes, including my interruption. That's very unusual for a woman! It must have come from your scientific training."

I was back on the street, short of breath like after a long run.I found Lord Nasby like a new acquaintance.