Trouble with a Car (2)

Trouble with a Car (2)

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A few minutes later Doncaster was sitting with the telephone to his ear once more.
“Is that Mr. Doncaster?” said a man’s voice. “This is Mr. Gate’s lawyer. I an Mr Banks. Mr. Gate has just been here, and he says that your car ran into his in Longdale Street this morning. We shall have to write to you about this matter, Mr. Doncaster, wholesale replica designer handbags, but I thought it best to tell you about it now, because you may wish to see your own lawyer as soon as possible.”
Doncaster heard a quiet laugh as he was putting the telephone down, just as he did at the end of the first telephone call. Then he understood.
“That wasn’t Banks at all!” he thought. “It was Henry! Yes, it was Henry’s voice! All the voices were the same. Too. The police were Henry. Herbert Gate was Henry. The lawyer was Henry. Very well, Mr. Henry Corbett! Just wait until I meet you again, my friend!”
Ten minutes later another telephone call came through, and Doncaster laughed as he put the elelphone to his car. “wholesale coach handbags And who is my dear Henry this time?”he wondered. He listened with interest.
“Is that Mr Doncaster?”said a man’s voice. “This is the Government Office in London in charge of Town Plans. My name is Sir Ambrose Valliers.”
“Oh, is it?” said Doncaster. “Well, just listen to me. I’ll put your head in the river and hold your feet up in the air. Then I’ll pull your arms off and give them to my dog for his dinner.”
But this time it was not Henry at the other end of the telephone, wholesale designer handbags, Sir Ambrose Valliers was telling the truth.

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