“Well, he doesn’t seem to be very bright, I must say.”
“He? Lud! I wasn’t talking about him; I was talking about myself. I had something to tell you to-day, and this blessed business drove it clean out of my head. Kibblewhite had the dickens and all of a time trying to get at that chap Serpice, as you may remember?”
“I do—in a measure. Succeeded in finding out, finally, that the carriage he drove was one he hired from a liveryman by the month, I think was the last report you gave me; but couldn’t get any further with the business because Serpice took it into his head not to call for the carriage again and made off, this Kibblewhite chap didn’t know where, and appears never to have found a means of discovering.”
“No; he didn’t. But ten days ago he got word from the liveryman that Serpice had just turned up and was about to make use of the carriage again; and off Kibblewhite cut, hotfoot, in the hope of being able to follow him. No go, however. By the time he arrived at the stable Serpice had already gone; so there was nothing left for the poor disappointed chap to do but to go out on the hunt and see if he couldn’t pick him up somewhere in the streets.”
“Which he didn’t, of course?”
“Excuse me—which he did. But it was late in the afternoon and he was coming back to the stable with the carriage empty. Also, it was in the thick of the traffic at Ludgate Circus, and Kibblewhite was so afraid the fellow might mix himself up in it and give him the slip that he took a chance shot to prevent it. Nipping up the officer on point, he made himself and his business known, and, in a winking, in nips the constable, hauls Mr. Serpice up sharp, and arrests him for driving a public vehicle without a license.”
“Well played, Kibblewhite!” approved Cleek. “That, of course, meant that the fellow would be arrested and have to give his address and all the rest of it?”
“So Kibblewhite himself thought; but what does the beggar do but turn the tables on him in the most unexpected manner by absolutely refusing to do anything of the kind, and, as he did not have a license, and would not call anybody to pay his fine, the magistrate finished the business by committing him to jail for ten days in default. And here’s the thing I was ass enough to forget: His ten days’ imprisonment was up this morning; Kibblewhite, in disguise, was to be outside the jail to follow him when he was discharged and see where he went, and he told me to look for him to turn up at the Yard before six this evening with a full report of the result of his operations.”
“Bravo!” said Cleek, leaning back in his seat, with a sigh of satisfaction. “I’ve changed my mind about leaving you, Mr. Narkom; we will go on to the Yard together. As, in all probability, after ten days without being able to communicate with his pals or with Waldemar, our friend Serpice will be hot to get to them at once and explain the cause of his long absence, the chances are that Kibblewhite will have something of importance to report at last.”
He had, as they found out when, in the fulness of time, they arrived at the Yard and were told that he was waiting for them in the superintendent’s office, and in his excitement he almost threw it at them, so eager he was to report.