gentle, abstracted voice.
âDifficult to knowâerâjust where to begin. There are so many threads, and they are all tangledâsome of them mere gossamerâsome of them perhapsâerâfigments of the imaginationâmore perhapsâerâstraws to show which way the wind is blowing. My friend Colonel Garratt hasâerâno use for gossamer, and no opinion of straws, so, you see, it is all very difficult.â
Oliver saw nothing, so he said nothing. Mr Smithâs gaze dropped upon him for a moment and then returned to the ceiling. In that moment Oliver received a strange reassurance. He waited, and the quiet voice went on.
âAll very difficult, Captain Loddon. Well, I am going to make you a present of these difficult tangled threads. Do youâerâby any chance remember the Rennard case?â
âI remember the name. Years ago wasnât itâsome kind of financial smash?â
âTen years ago,â said Mr Smith. âAmos Rennard was tried at the Old Bailey on charges of fraud and conspiracy. He had played the game of fraudulent company-promoting withâerâunprecedented ingenuity and success. When he crashed he brought down a great many people with him. There was a very notable scandalâin fact a number of very notable scandals. Firms of old standing were ruined, manyâerâimportant people had been victimised. On the fourth day of the trial, when it was perfectly evident that the verdict would be guilty, and the sentence an extremely heavy one, Mr Amos Rennard made a most spectacular escape from custody. As he was being taken out to the police van, the crowdâthere was a considerable crowdâgot out of hand. The people in front were pushed forward, and the police were rushed by a band of roughs. The affair was utterly unexpected and only lasted a couple of minutes, but when it was over Amos Rennard was found to have disappeared. There was a hue and cry, but he was never recaptured. The police were able to trace him to Rillingham, where he had his own private aerodrome. He took off in a fast machine piloted by a mechanic named Leyland. The aeroplane crashed in the channel, and Leylandâs body was recovered and identified. There was no trace of Amos Rennard.â The slight hesitation had left Mr Smithâs voice. âThe police,â he said, âconsidered that the case was closed. Amos Rennard was dead, and all that remained to be done was to clear up theâerâvery considerable mess. I may say that it was never satisfactorily cleared up. Immense sums could not be accounted for. The official theory was, andâerâstill is, that Rennard had placed very large sums in various foreign banks under a number of different aliasesâquite a common proceeding for criminalsâand that as he was dead, the sums would simply continue to lie there unclaimed. The possibility of his having escaped was not neglected by Scotland Yard, but it was soon abandoned. Erâyes, Captain Loddon, I am of course aware that you must be wondering what possible connection there can be between the Rennard case and the disappearance of Miss Rose Anne Carew. I do not know that there is any connection. I amâerâoffering you a number of tangled threads. The Rennard case is one of them.â
Oliver sat up frowning.
âBut whyââ
âJust a minute,â said Mr Smith. âThere are more threads. Amos Rennard was a widower with two sons. They were lads of sixteen and seventeen at the time of the smash. A year later they took out a fishing-boat from Woolacombe in Devon. It was their intention to try for conger. I do not know if you know the North Devon coast. Immediately beyond Woolacombe it becomes extremely dangerous. There is a promontory known as the Norte, with a village beyond called Morthoe. The boat was found smashed upon the rocks, but the bodies of the two boys were never recovered. This was not
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