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Does it not strike you, Miss Cresswell, that every kind act of Doctor van Heerden's has had a tendency to bring you together, into closer association, I mean? Does it not appear to you that the net result of all the things that might have happened to you in the past few days would have been to make you more and more dependent upon Doctor van Heerden?
"I'm not in the mood for terrors of any kind," she said, with a half-smile. She wondered why he had come, and had a momentary hope that he was ignorant of van Heerden's character. "All right" he stuffed the box back into his waistcoat pocket "you're the loser, you'll never find heaven on earth!" She waited.
And least of all do I insinuate that you have any love affair with the doctor, who does not strike me as that kind of person." Her eyes narrowed and for a moment it seemed that her natural vanity would overcome her discretion. "Who says I go to Doctor van Heerden's?" "I say so, because I have seen you. Surely you don't forget that I live opposite the amiable doctor?"
A big plot is on foot to tamper with the food supplies of the world and the chief plotter is van Heerden. Beale knows more about the matter than any of us, but he only gives us occasional glimpses of the real situation. I have been digging out van Heerden's record without, however, finding anything very incriminating.
He had vanished before she reached the half-way landing and the hall below was empty. It was a wide hall, stone-flagged, with a glass door between her and the open portal. She flew down the stairs, pulled open the door and ran straight into van Heerden's arms.
Van Heerden's face was as white as a sheet, but the hand he raised to his lips was without a tremor. "You were lucky to find me that night, dear lad," the man went on. "I was in a mind to split on you." "You have no cause to regret my finding you, Jackson," said the doctor. "I suppose you still call yourself by that name?" "Yes, Jackson," said the other promptly. "Jack son, son of Jack.
"But she couldn't have brought a pawn ticket from van Heerden's house. What was it for?" "I beg your pardon, sir." "What was on the pawn ticket?" said Kitson impatiently. "What article had been pledged?" Again the girl hesitated. To betray her mistress was unpleasant. To betray herself as she would if she confessed that she had most carefully and thoroughly read the voucher was unthinkable.
"You know," he whispered, "you're van Heerden's girl what is the game?" "What is ?" she stammered. "What is the game? What is it all about? I've tried to pump Gregory and Milsom, but they're mysterious. Curse all mysteries, my dear. What is the game? Why are they sending men to America, Canada, Australia and India? Come along and be a pal! Tell me! I've seen the office, I know all about it.
"As to the authority, why I guess I can arrest you first and get the authority after." "On what charge?" demanded Milsom, "there is nothing secret about this place, except Doctor van Heerden's association with it a professional man is debarred from mixing in commercial affairs. Is it a crime to run a " He looked to van Heerden. "A germicide factory," said van Heerden promptly.
He was not the kind of man to be shocked by so normal a phenomenon as death. He was a doctor and such sights were common to him. What was the reason for this strange paralysis which kept him chained to the spot even after the body had been removed? The girl was talking, but he did not hear her. He knew instinctively that in van Heerden's curious attitude was a solution of Prédeaux's death.
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