"Mr. Blindway to see you," she announced. "Shall I show him in?"
"At once!" replied Fullaway. He leapt from his chair, and going to the door called to the detective to enter. "News?" he asked excitedly, when Mrs. Marlow had retired, closing the door again. "What is it—important?"
The detective, who looked very solemn, drew a letter-case from his pocket, and slowly produced a telegram.
"Important enough," he answered. "This case is assuming a very strange complexion, gentlemen. This arrived from Hull half an hour ago, and the chief thought I'd better bring it on to you at once. You see what it is—"
He held the telegram out to both men, and they read it together, Fullaway muttering the words as he read—
From Chief Constable, Hull, to Superintendent C.I.D., New
Scotland Yard.
Dr. Lydenberg, concerned in Allerdyke case, was shot dead in High Street here this morning by unseen person, who is up to now unarrested and to whose identity we have no clue.
CHAPTER XIII
AMBLER APPLEYARD
Fullaway laid the telegram down on his table and looked from it to the detective.