He stooped down and moved forward in the attitude of a Russian dancer, And here are the wax matches which the chauffeur struck, he counted, one, two, three, four, five, six, allow three for each cigarette on a boisterous night like last night, that makes three cigarettes. Here is a cigarette end, Mansus, Gold Flake brand, he said, as he examined it carefully, and a Gold Flake brand smokes for twelve minutes in normal weather, but about eight minutes in gusty weather. A car was here for about twenty-four minuteswhat do you think of that, Mansus?
A good bit of reasoning, T. X., said the other calmly, if it happens to be the car youre looking for.
I am looking for any old car, said T. X.
He found no other trace of car wheels though he carefully followed up the little lane until it reached the main road. After that it was hopeless to search because rain had fallen in the night and in the early hours of the morning. He drove his assistant to the railway station in time to catch the train at one oclock to London.
You will go straight to Cadogan Square and arrest the chauffeur of Mr. Kara, he said.
Upon what charge! asked Mansus hurriedly.
When it came to the step which T. X. thought fit to take in the pursuance of his duty, Mansus was beyond surprise.
You can charge him with anything you like, said T. X., with fine carelessness, probably something will occur to you on your way up to town. As a matter of fact the chauffeur has been called unexpectedly away to Greece and has probably left by this mornings train for the Continent. If that is so, we can do nothing, because the boat will have left Dover and will have landed him at Boulogne, but if by any luck you get him, keep him busy until I get back.
T. X. himself was a busy man that day, and it was not until night was falling that he again turned to Beston Tracey to find a telegram waiting for him. He opened it and read,
Chauffeurs name, Goole. Formerly waiter English Club, Constantinople. Left for east by early train this morning, his mother being ill.
His mother ill, said T. X. contemptuously, how very feeble,I should have thought Kara could have gone one better than that.
He was in John Lexmans study as the door opened and the maid announced, Mr. Remington Kara.
CHAPTER IV
T. X. folded the telegram very carefully and slipped it into his waistcoat pocket.
He favoured the newcomer with a little bow and taking upon himself the honours of the establishment, pushed a chair to his visitor.
I think you know my name, said Kara easily, I am a friend of poor Lexmans.
So I am told, said T. X., but dont let your friendship for Lexman prevent your sitting down.
For a moment the Greek was nonplussed and then, with a little smile and bow, he seated himself by the writing table.
I am very distressed at this happening, he went on, and I am more distressed because I feel that as I introduced Lexman to this unfortunate man, I am in a sense responsible.
If I were you, said T. X., leaning back in the chair and looking half questioningly and half earnestly into the face of the other, I shouldnt let that fact keep me awake at night. Most people are murdered as a result of an introduction. The cases where people murder total strangers are singularly rare. That I think is due to the insularity of our national character.
Again the other was taken back and puzzled by the flippancy of the man from whom he had expected at least the official manner.
When did you see Mr. Vassalaro last? asked T. X. pleasantly.
Kara raised his eyes as though considering.
I think it must have been nearly a week ago.
Think again, said T. X.
For a second the Greek started and again relaxed into a smile.
I am afraid, he began.
Dont worry about that, said T. X., but let me ask you this question. You were here last night when Mr. Lexman received a letter. That he did receive a letter, there is considerable evidence, he said as he saw the other hesitate, because we have the supporting statements of the servant and the postman.
I was here, said the other, deliberately, and I was present when Mr. Lexman received a letter.
T. X. nodded.
A letter written on some brownish paper and rather bulky, he suggested.
Again there was that momentary hesitation.
I would not swear to the color of the paper or as to the bulk of the letter, he said.
I should have thought you would, suggested T. X., because you see, you burnt the envelope, and I presumed you would have noticed that.
I have no recollection of burning any envelope, said the other easily.
At any rate, T. X. went on, when Mr. Lexman read this letter out to you
To which letter are you referring? asked the other, with a lift of his eyebrows.
Mr. Lexman received a threatening letter, repeated T. X. patiently, which he read out to you, and which was addressed to him by Vassalaro. This letter was handed to you and you also read it. Mr. Lexman to your knowledge put the letter in his safein a steel drawer.
The other shook his head, smiling gently.
I am afraid youve made a great mistake, he said almost apologetically, though I have a recollection of his receiving a letter, I did not read it, nor was it read to me.
The eyes of T. X. narrowed to the very slits and his voice became metallic and hard.
And if I put you into the box, will you swear, that you did not see that letter, nor read it, nor have it read to you, and that you have no knowledge whatever of such a letter having been received by Mr. Lexman?
Most certainly, said the other coolly.
Would you swear that you have not seen Vassalaro for a week?
Certainly, smiled the Greek.
That you did not in fact see him last night, persisted T. X., and interview him on the station platform at Lewes, that you did not after leaving him continue on your way to London and then turn your car and return to the neighbourhood of Beston Tracey?
The Greek was white to the lips, but not a muscle of his face moved.
Will you also swear, continued T. X. inexorably, that you did not stand at the corner of what is known as Mitres Lot and re-enter a gate near to the side where your car was, and that you did not watch the whole tragedy?
Id swear to that, Karas voice was strained and cracked.
Would you also swear as to the hour of your arrival in London?
Somewhere in the region of ten or eleven, said the Greek.
T. X. smiled.
Would you swear that you did not go through Guilford at half-past twelve and pull up to replenish your petrol?
The Greek had now recovered his self-possession and rose.
You are a very clever man, Mr. MeredithI think that is your name?
That is my name, said T. X. calmly. There has been, no need for me to change it as often as you have found the necessity.
He saw the fire blazing in the others eyes and knew that his shot had gone home.
I am afraid I must go, said Kara. I came here intending to see Mrs. Lexman, and I had no idea that I should meet a policeman.
My dear Mr. Kara, said T. X., rising and lighting a cigarette, you will go through life enduring that unhappy experience.
What do you mean?
Just what I say. You will always be expecting to meet one person, and meeting another, and unless you are very fortunate indeed, that other will always be a policeman.
Just what I say. You will always be expecting to meet one person, and meeting another, and unless you are very fortunate indeed, that other will always be a policeman.
His eyes twinkled for he had recovered from the gust of anger which had swept through him.
There are two pieces of evidence I require to save Mr. Lexman from very serious trouble, he said, the first of these is the letter which was burnt, as you know.
Yes, said Kara.
T. X. leant across the desk.
How did you know? he snapped.
Somebody told me, I dont know who it was.
Thats not true, replied T. X.; nobody knows except myself and Mrs. Lexman.
But my dear good fellow, said Kara, pulling on his gloves, you have already asked me whether I didnt burn the letter.
I said envelope, said T. X., with a little laugh.
And you were going to say something about the other clue?
The other is the revolver, said T. X.
Mr. Lexmans revolver! drawled the Greek.
That we have, said T. X. shortly. What we want is the weapon which the Greek had when he threatened Mr. Lexman.
There, Im afraid I cannot help you.
Kara walked to the door and T. X. followed.
I think I will see Mrs. Lexman.
I think not, said T. X.
The other turned with a sneer.
Have you arrested her, too? he asked.
Pull yourself together! said T. X. coarsely. He escorted Kara to his waiting limousine.
You have a new chauffeur to-night, I observe, he said.
Kara towering with rage stepped daintily into the car.
If you are writing to the other you might give him my love, said T. X., and make most tender enquiries after his mother. I particularly ask this.
Kara said nothing until the car was out of earshot then he lay back on the down cushions and abandoned himself to a paroxysm of rage and blasphemy.
CHAPTER V
Six months later T. X. Meredith was laboriously tracing an elusive line which occurred on an ordnance map of Sussex when the Chief Commissioner announced himself.
Sir George described T. X. as the most wholesome corrective a public official could have, and never missed an opportunity of meeting his subordinate (as he said) for this reason.
What are you doing there? he growled.
The lesson this morning, said T. X. without looking up, is maps.
Sir George passed behind his assistant and looked over his shoulder.
That is a very old map you have got there, he said.
1876. It shows the course of a number of interesting little streams in this neighbourhood which have been lost sight of for one reason or the other by the gentleman who made the survey at a later period. I am perfectly sure that in one of these streams I shall find what I am seeking.
You havent given up hope, then, in regard to Lexman?
I shall never give up hope, said T. X., until I am dead, and possibly not then.
Let me see, what did he getfifteen years!
Fifteen years, repeated T. X., and a very fortunate man to escape with his life.
Sir George walked to the window and stared out on to busy Whitehall.
I am told you are quite friendly with Kara again.
T. X. made a noise which might be taken to indicate his assent to the statement.
I suppose you know that gentleman has made a very heroic attempt to get you fired, he said.
I shouldnt wonder, said T. X. I made as heroic an attempt to get him hung, and one good turn deserves another. What did he do? See ministers and people?
He did, said Sir George.
Hes a silly ass, responded T. X.
I can understand all thatthe Chief Commissioner turned roundbut what I cannot understand is your apology to him.
There are so many things you dont understand, Sir George, said T. X. tartly, that I despair of ever cataloguing them.
You are an insolent cub, growled his Chief. Come to lunch.
Where will you take me? asked T. X. cautiously.
To my club.
Im sorry, said the other, with elaborate politeness, I have lunched once at your club. Need I say more?
He smiled, as he worked after his Chief had gone, at the recollection of Karas profound astonishment and the gratification he strove so desperately to disguise.
Kara was a vain man, immensely conscious of his good looks, conscious of his wealth. He had behaved most handsomely, for not only had he accepted the apology, but he left nothing undone to show his desire to create a good impression upon the man who had so grossly insulted him.
T. X. had accepted an invitation to stay a weekend at Karas little place in the country, and had found there assembled everything that the heart could desire in the way of fellowship, eminent politicians who might conceivably be of service to an ambitious young Assistant Commissioner of Police, beautiful ladies to interest and amuse him. Kara had even gone to the length of engaging a theatrical company to play Sweet Lavender, and for this purpose the big ballroom at Hever Court had been transformed into a theatre.
As he was undressing for bed that night T. X. remembered that he had mentioned to Kara that Sweet Lavender was his favorite play, and he realized that the entertainment was got up especially for his benefit.
In a score of other ways Kara had endeavoured to consolidate the friendship. He gave the young Commissioner advice about a railway company which was operating in Asia Minor, and the shares of which stood a little below par. T. X. thanked him for the advice, and did not take it, nor did he feel any regret when the shares rose 3 pounds in as many weeks.
T. X. had superintended the disposal of Beston Priory. He had the furniture removed to London, and had taken a flat for Grace Lexman.
She had a small income of her own, and this, added to the large royalties which came to her (as she was bitterly conscious) in increasing volume as the result of the publicity of the trial, placed her beyond fear of want.
Fifteen years, murmured T. X., as he worked and whistled.
There had been no hope for John Lexman from the start. He was in debt to the man he killed. His story of threatening letters was not substantiated. The revolver which he said had been flourished at him had never been found. Two people believed implicitly in the story, and a sympathetic Home Secretary had assured T. X. personally that if he could find the revolver and associate it with the murder beyond any doubt, John Lexman would be pardoned.
Every stream in the neighbourhood had been dragged. In one case a small river had been dammed, and the bed had been carefully dried and sifted, but there was no trace of the weapon, and T. X. had tried methods more effective and certainly less legal.
A mysterious electrician had called at 456 Cadogan Square in Karas absence, and he was armed with such indisputable authority that he was permitted to penetrate to Karas private room, in order to examine certain fitments.
Kara returning next day thought no more of the matter when it was reported to him, until going to his safe that night he discovered that it had been opened and ransacked.
As it happened, most of Karas valuable and confidential possessions were at the bank. In a fret of panic and at considerable cost he had the safe removed and another put in its place of such potency that the makers offered to indemnify him against any loss from burglary.
T. X. finished his work, washed his hands, and was drying them when Mansus came bursting into the room. It was not usual for Mansus to burst into anywhere. He was a slow, methodical, painstaking man, with a deliberate and an official, manner.