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Updated: June 17, 2025
The words apparently surprised the man at the other end of the wire, for he hesitated ere inquiring: "What did you say your name was?" "Soames Luke Soames." "Hold on!" Soames, with closed eyes, and holding the receiver to his ear, silently rehearsed again the exact wording of his speech. Then: "Hullo!" came another voice "is that Mr. Soames?" "Yes! Is that Mr. Gianapolis speaking?"
It is one I hate hate HATE! There will be TWO cases of 'ginger' to go away some day instead of ONE that is all! Said, yalla!" "Your pwrimitive passions will wruin us"... The silvery voice grew even more silvery: "Do you quarrel with me, Ho-Pin, my friend?" "This is England, not Burma! Gianapolis"... "Ah! Whisper WHISPER it to HIM, and"...
"Oh, my dear Miss Cumberly!" cried Gianapolis, beaming radiantly, "it is a greater pleasure than I can express to you, and then for two friends who are proceeding in the same direction to walk apart would be quite absurd, would it not?" The term "friend" was not pleasing to Helen's ears; Mr. Gianapolis went far too fast.
Soames' eye brightened, and under the benignant influence of the cocktails his courage began to return. "I do not refer," smiled Mr. Gianapolis, "to perquisites! The extras will be monetary. Another two pounds per week"... "Two pounds!" "Bringing your salary up to a nice round figure; the additional amount will be paid to you from another source. You will receive the latter payment quarterly"...
M. Gaston rose to greet his visitor. Gianapolis. "My dear sir," he said, speaking in French, "you suffer. I perceive how grievously you suffer; and you have been denied that panacea which beneficent nature designed for the service of mankind. "You are welcome," declared M. Gaston. He rose and grasped eagerly the hand of the Greek, at the same time looking about the Palm Court suspiciously.
This is a high-power, French car which seems to have been registered first in Paris, where it was made, then in Cairo, and lastly in London. It is the property of the gentleman whose telephone number is 18642 East Mr. I. Gianapolis; and the reason of its frequent presence in the neighborhood of the West India Dock Road, is this: it is kept in a garage in Wharf-End Lane, off Limehouse Causeway.
Gianapolis went ahead, and Soames, following him, presently emerged through a low doorway into a concrete-paved apartment, having walls of Portland stone and a white-washed ceiling. One end consisted solely of a folding gate, evidently designed to admit the limousine. Gianapolis turned, as Soames stepped up beside him.
"I know," continued Gianapolis, proffering an excellent Egyptian cigarette, "that you were cramped in your last situation that you were misunderstood"... Soames, cigarette in hand, suppressed a start, and wondered if he were turning pale. He selected a match with nervous care. "The little matter of the silver spoons," continued Gianapolis, smiling fraternally, "was perhaps an error of judgment.
At sight of the Greek, Soames realized, in one emotional moment, how really lonely he had been and how in his inmost heart he longed for a sight of the sun, for a breath of unpolluted air, for a glimpse of gray, homely London. All the old radiance had returned to Gianapolis; his eyes were crossed in an amiable smile. "My dear Soames!" he cried, greeting the really delighted man.
"He was convicted under the name of G. Ionagis," replied the detective; "which I believe to be either his real name or his real name transposed. Do you follow me? I. Gianapolis is Ionagis Gianapolis, and G. Ionagis is Gianapolis Ionagis. I was not associated with the hashish case; he stored the stuff in a china warehouse within the city precincts, and at that time he did not come within my sphere.
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