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Cassley, leaning forward confidentially and speaking in the hollow tone which she had decided should accompany any revelation to a police officer, "this young lady said to me, 'If I don't come any night by 8 o'clock you must go to T. X. and tell him !" She paused dramatically. "Yes, yes," said T. X. quickly, "for heaven's sake go on, woman." "'Tell him," said Mrs. Cassley, "'that Belinda Mary "
Cassley being entertained by Mansus with a wholly fictitious description of the famous criminals he had arrested. "I can only suggest that you go home," said T. X. "I will send a police officer with you to report to me, but in all probability you will find the lady has returned. She may have had a difficulty in getting a bus on a night like this."
Cassley was prattling on, but her voice was merely a haze of sound to him. It brought a strange glow to his heart that Belinda Mary should have thought of him. "Only as a policeman, of course," said the still, small voice of his official self. "Perhaps!" said the human T. X., defiantly. He got on the telephone to Mansus and gave a few instructions. "You stay here," he ordered the astounded Mrs.
Cassley; "I am going to make a few investigations." Kara was at home, but was in bed. T. X. remembered that this extraordinary man invariably went to bed early and that it was his practice to receive visitors in this guarded room of his. He was admitted almost at once and found Kara in his silk dressing-gown lying on the bed smoking.
"Will you please tell me your business, Mrs. Cassley? I am a very hungry man." "Well, it's like this, sir," said Mrs. Cassley, dropping her erudition, and coming down to bedrock homeliness; "I've got a young lady stopping with me, as respectable a gel as I've had to deal with.
A detective was summoned from Scotland Yard and accompanied by him Mrs. Cassley returned to her domicile with a certain importance. T. X. looked at his watch. It was a quarter to ten. "Whatever happens, I must see old Lexman," he said. "Tell the best men we've got in the department to stand by for eventualities. This is going to be one of my busy days."
But needs must, when the devil drives, as the saying goes." "What particular devil is driving you, Mrs. Cassley?" asked T. X., somewhat at a loss to understand the object of this visit. "I may be doing wrong," began the lady, pursing her lips, "and two blacks will never make a white." "And all that glitters is not gold," suggested T. X. a little wearily.
"You will pardon my coming to see you at this hour of the night," she began deprecatingly, "but as my dear father used to say, 'Hopi soit qui mal y pense." "Your dear father being in the garter business?" suggested T. X. humorously. "Won't you sit down, Mrs. "Mrs. Cassley," beamed the lady as she seated herself. "He was in the paper hanging business.
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