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The petrol, so Meredith had learnt from his talk with Dancy, was despatched by rail from the dock-side depot. On arrival at the local siding it was transferred to the storage tanks by means of an underground pipe. There would be two checks on the amount consigned by rail. One kept by the manager at the wharf-side, the other recorded by Rose when the consignment was run out of the tank-car into storage. How then, was Rose to fake his books so as to make an illicit profit, when the amount in storage was known to the dock-side manager? Meredith, after a prolonged bout of hard thinking, had to acknowledge himself beaten on this point. Unless Rose was in league with the dockside manager, it was beyond his powers to say how the fraud was worked. The only plausible explanation which did finally occur to him was that Rose omitted to enter up the full amount consigned to him by the dock-side depot, whilst his colleague at the wharf made a similar error in his record of the load consigned. After all, both the managers were in a position of trust and unless Ormsby-Wright grew suspicious of fraud, he naturally wouldn’t trouble to compare his manager’s figures with those relative to the shipments received at the port. And if an identical omission was made throughout in the company’s books, the accounts could not be challenged by the auditors. There was an element of risk, of course—but in view of the owner’s personal disinterest in the company, by no means a fatal one!

Tired out after his strenuous day, the Inspector went home to his high tea, in a mood vacillating between extreme optimism and the blackest despair. He was perfectly ready to acknowledge that he had made progress during the last twelve hours, but he was beginning to think that the more he found out in this peculiarly perplexing case, the more complex and baffling the case became. It was something to have forged that unbreakable link between the Derwent and the depot, but until fresh links could be fitted into his broken chain of evidence, the hose-pipe clue was valueless. It was now Friday. Nearly a week had gone by—a crowded, tiring week of investigation, cross-examination and theorizing, and yet he really had very little to show for it. He had narrowed down the search for the murderer. That was something. But the second mystery, for all his ideas about fraudulent profits being made from the sale of Nonock petrol, was still a long way from a definite,
proof-positive
solution. It was all very well to expound suppositions, but the cleverest supposition in the world was quite worthless in the eyes of the law, unless backed by proof. To reconstruct a crime was fairly simple but to prove the truth of that reconstruction was a task that called for tremendous patience, acute observation and the devil’s own amount of hard work!

CHAPTER XII

FRAUD?

B
Y
the time Meredith was astir the following morning, the enthusiastic Tony had already left for Penrith on the 7 o’clock bus. It was a clear, cold day and there was no reason why he should not succeed in getting some really excellent photos. Over breakfast Meredith busied himself with planning out his day’s work.

Shortly after nine he was in touch with Sergeant Matthews at Penrith. After giving him a rough idea of his progress in the Clayton case, he came to the business in hand.

“So you see what I’m after, Sergeant? I must find out if those ten men were in or about Penrith on Saturday night. My suggestion is this. Send up a man to quietly waylay Dancy, the yard-man, on his way home to lunch. You can’t mistake him. There’ll only be him and Rose at the depot at mid-day. Rose is a shortish chap, with horn-rimmed glasses and weak eyes. So all your man will have to do is to avoid the manager and cotton on to the other chap. Whatever happens, don’t let Rose see your man interviewing Dancy. Get that? With any luck, Dancy will be able to give the addresses of the ten men. If he can’t do so on the spot, get him to find out without Rose’s knowledge, from the pay-book in the office. Once you’ve got those addresses it should be fairly simple to find out something about the men’s movements. I daresay Charlie Dawson at the Beacon may be able to help you. A lot of the Nonock fellows drop into his bar of an evening. At any rate, Sergeant, keep at it until you get results. It’s absolutely essential that I should find out, and the sooner the better. Speak to the Superintendent about it, of course, when he comes in. But make him realize that it’s very important. Understand?”

“Perfectly, sir.”

“Get hold of Dancy’s address, too, will you? I may want to question him myself later on and I don’t want to do it at the depot. Give me a ring here.”

“Right, sir. Is that all?”

“No, wait a minute! There’s another thing. I want you to get in touch with all the Penrith banks and find out if Mark Higgins or Gurney Wick ... no, Wick! W. I. C. K. Got it? Good. Find out if either of them run a banking account over there. Phone that through with Dancy’s address, if you will. That’s all. Good morning, Sergeant.”

Meredith’s next call was through to the Cockermouth police, where he made a similar request in regard to the banking accounts. This done he got a local directory and compiled a list of the Keswick banks. These he dealt with himself, but neither Burton, the Barclays manager, nor Goreleston at the Westminster, nor any of the other branch managers numbered Higgins or Wick among their customers.

About ten-fifteen, Tony walked into his father’s office and made his report.

“I’ve got ‘em all right,” he announced with justifiable pride. “I recognized the chaps from the descriptions you gave me, Dad, but to make quite sure I took a photo of every blessed chap that arrived. I’ll develop and print them off at once and then you can pick out the two you want.”

“That’s smart work, Tony. What about Rose—did you see him again?”

“Yes—but it was lucky I got a snap of him yesterday. He came out by bus and was round the other side of it before I could count two.”

Meredith grinned.

“I slipped up on that, Tony! It was lucky none of the lorry-men happened to arrive the same way. We’d have been properly in the soup if they had! How many chaps, as you persist in calling them, turned up at the depot?”

“Thirteen, I counted. Not including the Rose chap.”

“Good lad—that’s the lot. Now hop off and hurry through those prints.”

The moment Tony had departed, Meredith got through to Carlisle.

“Inspector Meredith—Keswick station speaking. The Superintendent in?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll put you through,” answered the distant voice.

In a few seconds Meredith was in touch with his superior.

“Well, Inspector, what’s the trouble now?” demanded Thompson in bantering tones. “Not another
post mortem
, I hope?”

“Not yet, sir,” replied Meredith with a short laugh. “But if this Derwent case gets any more complicated I shouldn’t be surprised if Dr. Burney has to perform on me!”

“I’ve just been through your report, which came in early this morning. You’ve done some neat work over that hose-pipe. Congratulations, Meredith!”

“That’s all very well, sir,” objected Meredith, “but it doesn’t get us anywhere. As far as I can see it at the moment—my investigations of the murder have come to a dead end. Unless anybody else comes forward with new information, I don’t see what I’ve got left to work on.”

“I see. So what do you want me to do?”

“I want your permission, sir, to concentrate on problem number two. I’m beginning to think that until we learn something more about this illegal business, we shan’t get any forrader with the murder case. What’s your opinion, sir?”

“Well, frankly, at this instant, I haven’t got one! But suppose you come over here and have lunch with me. Then we can talk things over and decide on our next line of action. Let’s say twelve-thirty at the Royal Star—that’s the biggish hotel in Botchergate. Know it?”

Meredith acknowledged that he did, thanked the Superintendent for the invitation and rang off.

When an hour and a half later Meredith reached the imposing façade of the Royal Star, he found Thompson, in plain-clothes, waiting for him in the reception-hall. They went through, at once, to the dining-room, and after an excellent lunch found a quiet corner in the deserted lounge and began their conference. At the end of twenty minutes Meredith had detailed all the facts of his discoveries in Rose’s books, drawn the Superintendent’s attention to the unauthorized delivery at the Lothwaite and elucidated his theory about the fraud which Rose, in conjunction with the two garages, was practising on the Nonock Petroleum Company.

“So you see, sir, I couldn’t help feeling that our next move should be to follow up this discrepancy in the amount of petrol going out of store and the amounts recorded in the advance order book and, presumably, the sale-returns.”

The Superintendent pondered the question for some minutes in silence. He was still loath to abandon the murder investigation and direct the energies of the police to the solving of the second problem. On the other hand, he was inclined to agree with Meredith that little progress could be made, at the moment, with the inquiries centring on Clayton’s death.

At length he looked up and asked: “What do you propose to do now, Inspector? I mean, if we decide to shelve the murder problem and concentrate on the other? Have you thought of a new line of inquiry?” Meredith nodded.

“It will need your co-operation over here, sir. But I think we shall get results. Perhaps I’d better explain my idea so that you can then judge for yourself.”

“Do,” said the Superintendent eagerly. “I’ll just light my pipe and let you do the talking. Now then—fire ahead.”

“Well,” began Meredith, “the first thing we’ve got to do is to get hold of a copy of all the advance orders which have to be dealt with by Lorry No. 4 on any particular day. I suggest Wednesday. I’ll explain my reason for this choice in a minute, sir. For this copy we’ll have to rely on Dancy, and from what I know about the man, he’ll have no difficulty in getting into the office and taking a look at Rose’s books. For the sake of argument, let us suppose that the total number of gallons accruing from Wednesday’s advance orders is eight hundred. Now we shall know the number of gallons which is to be delivered at each garage and the names of the garages which have sent in requests for a specified delivery. From Dancy we can find out if the load on No. 4 is made up exact to advance orders or whether a surplus is run in over and above the eight hundred gallons. If it is, Dancy can further tell us the exact amount of this surplus.

“Now, this is where I shall want your help, sir. We must, before Tuesday next, find out the name of every garage on No. 4’s round—that is to say, every place which sports a Nonock pump. I doubt if Dancy would be able to lay his hands on a comprehensive list of these places, but at any rate he will be able to give us a fairly good idea of the district covered by No. 4. I’ve already learnt from Dawson, at the Beacon, that Bettle and Prince deal with Keswick, Cockermouth, Whitehaven, Workington and Maryport. So it should be simple to make up a list of the Nonock customers in those particular towns. Then if one or two men could be put on to the job of unearthing the village and roadside places, we should then have a pretty accurate list of Nonock customers on No. 4’s round. You follow me so far, sir?”

“Perfectly.”

“Our next move,” went on Meredith, “would be to post a man to watch every one of these garages. My idea was that I should cruise round on the motor-cycle and take a note of all those places which could be watched without arousing suspicion. Those that can’t be dealt with in this way—say, the more open and isolated garages—will be marked by me and tackled differently. At some suitable point on the roadside a motor- cyclist could be concealed, with instructions to follow up the lorry and find out if it stopped at the specified garage. Each of these would then have to make a note as to whether No. 4 coupled up with the Nonock pump and discharged a delivery. In this way we could draw up a list of every garage dealt with by No. 4—that is to say, every garage
at which a delivery was made
. With our previous knowledge of the make-up and concents of the lorry’s load, coupled with a reference to our copy of the day’s advance orders, we could then find out if any unauthorized delivery was made, and if so, at what garages. I’m inclined to think that if there is anything in my theory, we shall find that these illegal deliveries are only made at the isolated places. That’s more or less my scheme, sir. What do you think of it?”

The Superintendent smiled.

“Extremely neat, Meredith. It will call for a lot of careful organization, but I think it can be done all right. Luckily, the Chief himself was the first to suggest the existence of this illegal concern. He’ll probably be as keen as you are on putting the scheme into practice.”

“There’s another thing,” went on Meredith. “We ought to check up on two or three days—not just on Wednesday’s round. There’s always the chance that the deliveries on that particular day may be in order.”

“Quite. I see that. Suppose we follow up Thursday, Friday and Saturday as well. Will that meet the case?”

“Not Thursday, sir,” corrected Meredith. “Don’t forget that’s the men’s half-day. But I think that if we include the Monday and Tuesday of the following week we shall find out as much as it is possible to find out. You see now why I suggest Wednesday for a start? It will take us at least three days to get the scheme organized and collect the necessary information. You agree, sir?”

The Superintendent nodded.

“And I suggest we go round now and have a word with the Chief. He happens to be in his office.”

At the termination of this interview Meredith was elated. Colonel Hardwick was enthusiastic, and after complimenting Meredith on the progress he had made, the trio had settled down to a detailed discussion of ways and means. It was finally arranged that Carlisle should supply the list of garages and provide the necessary watchers and motor-cyclists. Meredith was to get hold of the advance-order copies for Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Monday and Tuesday, and also to procure from Dancy a statement of the loads taken out of store on these particular days. The Inspector was also to cover the route and take note of suitable hiding-places from which the garages could be watched and earmark those places which would have to be dealt with by the cyclists.

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