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I can't attempt to fathom her motive. I believe she loves you, as you love her; but that she's not a free agent. She's not like an ordinary English girl whose antecedents are known to every one about her. She, and her father, too, are involved in some mystery, some international political intrigues, I'm pretty sure, as this unfortunate Cassavetti was.
I knew now that her visit to Mary was not what it had seemed, but that she had seized upon the opportunity presented by the invitation to snatch a brief interval of peace, and comparative safety. If she had happened to encounter Cassavetti earlier, doubtless her visit would have terminated then. Yes, that must be the explanation; and how splendidly she had played her dangerous part!
"It's a fairly straightforward case," Inspector Freeman said complacently, later, when the gruesome business was over, and the body removed to the mortuary. "A political affair, of course; the man was a Russian revolutionary we used to call 'em Nihilists a few years ago and his name was no more Cassavetti than mine is! Now, Mr. Wynn, you told me you knew him, and dined with him last night.
On my word, I'd sooner be left alone just now. 'Very good. Can we send anything in to you? Fizz, for instance. Cassavetti is beginning to sing songs of the Sunny South already. For one minute Dick considered the proposition seriously. 'No, thanks, I've a headache already. 'Virtuous child. That's the effect of emotion on the young. All my congratulations, Dick.
"One of the heads of the League, a man named Selinski, who called himself Cassavetti, was murdered in London a week ago." That startled him, I saw, though he controlled himself almost instantly. "Are you sure of that?" "I found him," I answered, and thereupon gave him the bare facts. "And the English police, they have the matter in hand? Whom do they suspect?" he demanded.
Common humanity forbade me to leave the poor wretch lying there; and to summon the housekeeper from the basement meant traversing eight flights of stairs, for the block was an old-fashioned one, and there was no elevator. Besides, I reckoned that Cassavetti would prefer not to have the housekeeper interfere with his queer visitor.
I know Mary had arranged that Anne and I should sit together, but now the chair reserved for me was on Mary's left. Her husband sat at her right, and next him was Anne, deep in conversation with her further neighbor, who, as I recognized with a queer feeling of apprehension, was none other than Cassavetti himself! Mary greeted me with a comical expression of dismay on her pretty little face.
Do you remember Cassavetti, who worked for some continental syndicate, out with the desert column? He was a regular Christmas-tree of contraptions when he took the field in full fig, with his water-bottle, lanyard, revolver, writing-case, housewife, gig-lamps, and the Lord knows what all.
'Oh, those camels! groaned Cassavetti. 'I shall learn to ride him again, and now I am so much all soft! Listen, you good fellows. I know your military arrangement very well. There will go the Royal Argalshire Sutherlanders. So it was read to me upon best authority. A roar of laughter interrupted him. 'Sit down, said the Nilghai. 'The lists aren't even made out in the War Office.
I don't say that she was responsible for the murder. I don't believe she was, or that she had any personal hand in it " I had listened as if spellbound, but now I breathed more freely. Whatever his suspicions were, they did not include that she was actually present when Cassavetti was done to death.
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