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As if divining his thought, but placing thereon a wrong construction, the man said: "I should avail myself of your kindness to deliver my letter to Doctor van Heerden, but of what service would it be since it is only a letter introducing me to the good doctor?" "Oh, is that all?" said Beale, disappointed, and somehow he knew the man spoke the truth.
"In the first place because it was not conducted in the presence of witnesses," said van Heerden. It was Homo who laughed. "I am afraid that would make it illegal but for the fact that you witnessed the ceremony by your own confession, and so presumably did your fat friend behind you." Mr. Milsom scowled.
Where did you communicate with van Heerden? He wasn't always at his flat and you only came there twice." "I assure you " began Mr. White, alarmed by the other's vehemence. "Assure nothing," thundered Beale, "your policies won't sell where did you see him?" "On my honour " "Let's keep jokes outside of the argument," said Beale truculently, "where did you see him?"
It is, I believe, fermented rye-flour, but I am not quite sure." "To what purpose do you suggest van Heerden will put his cultivations?" asked the commissioner. "I am coming to that. In the course of my inquiries and searchings I found that he was collecting very accurate data concerning the great wheatfields of the world.
Though he controlled these works and knew half the doctor's secrets, he suspected that the quantity of van Heerden's trust was not greatly in excess of his girl's. "We'll wait," he said again, "there's no hurry and, anyway, I want to see you about old man Heyler." "Von Heyler? I thought you were rid of him?" said van Heerden in surprise, "that is the old fool that Beale has been after.
The "foreign gentleman" who on the previous day had called on van Heerden had been seen there that morning, but he, too, had vanished, and none of McNorton's watchers had been able to pick him up. McNorton shifted the direction of his search and dropped into the palatial establishment of Punsonby's.
"You have had a trying day," she said, with quick sympathy, "have you arrested Doctor van Heerden?" He shook his head. "I am glad," she said. "Glad?" She nodded. "Before he is arrested," she spoke with some hesitation, "I want one little matter cleared up. I asked Mr. Kitson, but he put me off and said you would tell me everything." "What is it?" he asked steadily.
"Hello, Bridgers," said van Heerden addressing the latter, "you've been talking." "Well, who doesn't?" snarled the man. He pulled the tortoiseshell box from his pocket, opened the lid and took a pinch from its contents, snuffling the powder luxuriously. "That stuff will kill you one of these days," said van Heerden. "It will make him better-tempered," growled the hairless man.
You're a woman and you haven't brains." "I thought " "You thought!" he sneered. "Who told you you could think? You fool! Don't you know it was a bluff, that he could no more arrest me than I could arrest him? Don't you realize did he know you were in the habit of coming here?" She nodded. "I thought so," said van Heerden with a bitter laugh.
"Van Heerden," corrected the doctor with a smile "that is my name." Both men spoke in German. "I have a letter for your excellency," said the messenger. "I have been seeking you for many days and I wish to report that unauthorized persons have attempted to take this from me." Van Heerden nodded, tore open the envelope and read the half a dozen lines.
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