"
Jennings started, but suppressed his emotion under the keen
eyes of the observant Twining. He had an idea that he knew
who the boy was, but as yet could not be sure. "I'll cut
along to the public-house where this man was arrested," said
Jennings, "I suppose you'll hold an inquest."
"Certainly, seeing the man has been poisoned." Then the
inspector proceeded to rebuke the constable who had performed
his duty so ill, and threatened him with dismissal. Jennings
left in the midst of the trouble, after getting the inspector
to promise that, he would report the result of the inquest.
At the public-house--it was the "White Horse," Keighley, an
adjoining suburb--Jennings learned that the man who called
himself--or rather who was called by his presumed son--
Tyke, was not an habitue of the place. Therefore, the boy
could not have known that his supposed father was there.
Apparently some information had reached the lad, whereby he
was able to trace Tyke to the prison, and had carried to him
there the bottle of poisoned whisky. Jennings returned to
town quite satisfied that he had another clue to the existence
of the coiners. Also, he determined to satisfy himself on a
point concerning Maraquito, about which he had long been in
doubt.
For the next few days Jennings did nothing. He kept away from
Mallow, as he did not wish that young man to know that he was
still going on with the case. Sometimes he went to
Maraquito's place, and learned incidentally that, as there was
a chance of her being cured, she was about to give up the
gambling salon.
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