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She wrung her hands in an ecstasy of sorrow and remorse. T. X. looked at her sympathetically. Then he asked, "Did Mr. Kara ever discuss your husband's financial position with you!" "Never." "How did John Lexman happen to meet Vassalaro!" "I can tell you that," she answered, "the first time we met Mr.
It was at that moment that John Lexman was announced. He looked tired, but returned the Commissioner's greeting with a cheerful mien. He knew all the men present by name, as they knew him. He had a few sheets of notes, which he laid on the little table which had been placed for him, and when the introductions were finished he went to this and with scarcely any preliminary began.
"He must be mad to write a letter like that," he said; "I'll meet the little devil and teach him such a lesson in politeness as he is never likely to forget." He handed the letter to the other and Kara read it in silence. "Better take your revolver," he said as he handed it back. John Lexman looked at his watch.
"There he is," cried T. X., springing up. He heard a familiar footstep on the flagged corridor, and sprung out of the room to meet the newcomer. For a moment he stood wringing the hand of this grave man, his heart too full for words. "My dear chap!" he said at last, "you don't know how glad I am to see you." John Lexman said nothing, then,
Lexman had been spending some time in the country, having deferred his trip to the United States. "This case puzzles me more and more, John," said T. X., troubled out of his usual boisterous self, "and thank heaven it worries other people besides me.
Instantly it had filled the Home Secretary's office with a pungent and most disagreeable smoke, for which he was heartily cursed by his superiors. But it had rounded off the argument. He looked at his watch. "I wonder if it is too late to see Mrs. Lexman," he said. "I don't think any hour would be too late," suggested Mansus. "You shall come and chaperon me," said his superior.
The interview was ended and from that moment I only saw Grace once." John Lexman stopped and buried his face in his hands. "They took me to an underground dungeon cut in the solid rock. In many ways it resembled the dungeon of the Chateau of Chillon, in that its only window looked out upon a wild, storm-swept lake and its floor was jagged rock.
"That is a theory," said John Lexman, with his curious deliberation of speech, "but as I say I refuse to be definite have you found the weapon?" T. X. shook his head. "Were there any peculiar features about the room which astonished you, and which you have not told me?" T. X. hesitated. "There were two candles," he said, "one in the middle of the room and one under the bed.
He listened intently. "A trunk call," he said over his shoulder to the departing commissioner, "it may be something interesting." A little pause; then a hoarse voice spoke to him. "Is that you, T. X.?" "That's me," said the Assistant Commissioner, commonly. "It's John Lexman speaking."
In truth he scorned no source of information, and was conscienceless in the compilation of this somewhat chaotic record. The affairs of John Lexman recalled Kara, and Kara's great reception. Mansus would have made arrangements to secure a verbatim report of the speeches which were made, and these would be in his hands by the night.
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