But Chris had another
idea to follow up.
"You hinted to me just now that Henson was short of money," she said. "Do
you mean to say he is in dire need of some large sum?"
"That's it," Rawlins replied. "I rather fancy there has been some stir
with the police over some business up at Huddersfield some years ago."
"A so-called home both there and at Brighton?"
"That's it. It was the idea that Henson conveyed to me when I saw him at
Moreton Wells. It appears that a certain Inspector Marley, of the
Brighton Police, is the same man who used to have the warrants for the
Huddersfield affair in his hands. Henson felt pretty sure that Marley had
recognised him. He told me that if the worst came to the worst he had
something he could sell to Littimer for a large sum of money."
"I know," Chris exclaimed. "It is the Prince Rupert's ring."
"Well, I can't say anything about that. Is this ring a valuable
property?"
"Not in itself. But the loss of it has caused a dreadful lot of misery
and suffering. Mr. Smith, Reginald Henson had no business with that ring
at all. He stole it and made it appear as if somebody else had done so by
means of conveying the copy to the very last person who should have
possessed it.
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