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But even as the plan suggested itself to me, I thought I perceived an answer to my question; in all probability, I determined, Dr. Damar Greefe or the Hawkins's, who were palpably his creatures, acted as a barrier between the tradespeople and the missing lady of the Park. But what it could all portend was a problem beyond the power of my imagination or deductive reasoning.
The damar, pounded and poured into palm-leaf tubes, serves for the torches of the fishermen, and for the lighting of the dusky native houses. Batjan rich in gold, copper, and coal awaits full development of the mineral treasures hidden in the mountains of the interior.
Coates entered, and standing stiffly in the doorway: "Dr. Damar Greefe!" he announced. Unmoved, he stood aside; and whilst Gatton and I slowly rose from our chairs in a state of utter stupefaction, the Eurasian doctor entered, and stood, a tall, gaunt figure, towering over the burly form of Coates in the doorway!
I seemed to get further, too, from that link for which I sought the link connecting the mystery with that other which I always associated with the Red House. The luminous eyes afforded the visible link; this I could not doubt. But what relation to the death of Sir Marcus did the disappearance of Lady Burnham Coverly bear? Secondly, what was Dr. Damar Greefe's place in the scheme?
I gathered little more of interest from my acquaintance of "The Threshers," but indeed I had gathered enough, and as I wended my way back to the Abbey Inn, I was turning over in my mind the extraordinary story that he had related to me concerning Dr. Damar Greefe. Clearly the man lived the life of a pariah and I knew not whether to pity him or otherwise.
Damar Greefe came out and began to peer through his glasses that it was mechanically set in such a manner that it could drop a projectile into the window above the porch of the Abbey Inn!" "Good God! It's hardly credible!" "It isn't, I admit. But weather conditions favored him; there wasn't a breath of wind.
I doubted if I could ever spend another night beneath that roof, for here Dr. Damar Greefe, the arch-assassin, and one of his victims both had met their ends. I heard the voice of Coates speaking in the adjoining room, and presently, as Gatton went to the door: "Miss Merlin wishes to speak to you, sir," said Coates. I ran eagerly to the 'phone, and: "Hello!" I cried. "Is that you, Isobel?"
The Eurasian wearily opened his eyes and looked slowly from side to side. Then: "Pray be seated, Inspector Gatton," he said. "I have a communication to make." Gatton, with never a word, drew up a chair and sat down. "I do not desire to be interrupted," continued Damar Greefe, "until my communication is finished. You understand? It will not be repeated."
Damar Greefe, dated only a short time after the death of Sir Burnham, to Sir Marcus, asking him to visit Friar's Park! The doctor explained that the state of Lady Coverly's health made it impossible for her to entertain, but he assured Sir Marcus that she was anxious to see him and to heal any breach which might exist between them.
The only alternative is flight from the country, and the mechanism of the C.I.D. having been put into motion, this we may regard as almost impossible especially in view of the marked personality of Dr. Damar Greefe. Of course," he had added, "they may have some other residence of which we know nothing but I incline to the idea that they will make for London."
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