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Drexley frowned and turned back to his letters. "Never mind that," he said. "I've good reasons for what I'm telling you to do. Jesson's story is not to appear until I give the word." The manager withdrew without a word. Drexley went on with his correspondence. In a few minutes there was another knock at his door. He looked up annoyed.
"Except Jesson," Nigel muttered. "And Jesson's gleam of knowledge, or suspicion," Prince Karschoff remarked, "seems to have brought him to the end of his days. Can anything be done with Prince Shan about him, do you think?" "Only indirectly, I am afraid," Nigel replied. "Maggie is seeing him this afternoon.
I understand that those were your instructions." Drexley nodded. "Well, I shall want it kept back for a bit," he said. "You can take another story of about the same length from the accepted chest." The manager stared. "We've nothing else as good," he remarked. "You said yourself that Jesson's story was the best bit of work we'd had in for a long time."
Nigel nodded. "I cannot answer your question," he admitted. "I was looking to Jesson's report to give us an idea as to that." "You shall see it to-morrow," Mr. Mervin Brown promised. "It is round at the War Office at the present moment." "Without seeing it," Nigel went on, "I expect I can tell you one startling feature of its contents.
For the first time a sudden ghastly suspicion of the truth entered the Sapper's brain; and even as it did so he noticed that Staunton's revolver the cleansing finished pointed steadily at Jesson's chest. "I am glad you think it possible. To render it probable we must go a bit farther. The essence of all detective stories is the final clue that catches the criminal, isn't it?"
A moment's wild revolt a seething flood of emotions sternly repressed. He met her eyes, and though there was no smile upon his lips, his tone was firm enough. "I care enough for that, Cissy," he answered. Success complete, overpowering, unquestioned. Douglas Jesson's novel was more than the book of the season it became and still remains a classic.
But the Sapper's eyes were fixed on a leg that twitched, and they wandered now and then to a neck where even in the dim light of a candle he could see a pulse throbbing throbbing. "It's not a joke," he said, and his mouth was dry. "What is the third point of detail, Dickie?" "Yes, what is the third point of detail, sir?" Jesson's voice was steady as a rock. "I am very interested in your problem."
Jesson," Chalmers explained, dropping his voice a little, "was a highly privileged and very much valued member of our Intelligence Department, until he resigned a few months ago. I think that if you could spare an hour or two any time this evening, Dorminster, it would interest you very much to know exactly the reason for Mr. Jesson's resignation."
He knew now; he realised the man beside him was a German; he knew that the sentence of death was very near. What the clue was that had given the man away he hardly thought about in fact, he hardly cared. All he knew was that death was waiting for the man beside him, and that his hands were steady as a rock. Quietly Staunton leant forward and undid Jesson's mackintosh.
We of my race and way of thinking are taught to take it up or lay it down, if not with indifference, at any rate with a very large share of resignation. However, Jesson's life is spared. From what I have heard of the man, I imagine he will be very much surprised." She gave a little sigh of relief. "You have given me a great deal of your confidence," she said thoughtfully.
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