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She was half-way down the second page when she uttered a little exclamation, for a familiar name was there, the name of Dr. van Heerden. Fascinated, she read the story to the end, half-expecting that the name of Mr. Beale would occur. There were many names all unknown to her and one that occurred with the greatest frequency was that of James Kitson. Mr.
If my surmise is right, when van Heerden finds she is married he will take no further steps except, perhaps," he smiled, "to make her a widow. Sooner or later we are bound to get him under lock and key, and then we can tell Miss Cresswell the truth." "In other words, you intend breaking the law and committing a serious offence," said Kitson, shaking his head.
When I find her I must be in a position to marry her without losing a moment." "You mean to marry her to foil van Heerden, and after to dissolve the marriage?" asked the lawyer, shaking his head. "I don't like that solution, Beale I tell you frankly, I don't like it.
She saw that the key was in the lock on the outside of the door and this she watched. But he made no attempt to withdraw it and closed the door behind him softly. "My name is Bridgers," he whispered, "van Heerden has told you about me Horace Bridgers, do you ?" He took a little tortoiseshell box from the pocket of his frayed waistcoat and opened it with a little kick of his middle finger.
I get so dull in this hole that all bugs look alike to me." Van Heerden glanced at the man who was addressed as Dr. Milsom and the latter nodded. "Let him go back," he said, "I'll look after him. How's the lady?" asked Milsom when they were alone. The other made a gesture and Dr. Milsom nodded. "It's good stuff," he said. "I used to give it to lunatics in the days of long ago."
He opened a door to reveal another door covered with wire netting. "Behold!" he laughed. "Pigeons!" said the girl. The dark interior of the shed was aflicker with white wings. "Pigeons!" repeated van Heerden, closing the door, "and every one knows his way back to Germany. It has been a labour of love collecting them. And they are all British," he said with a laugh.
"And you'll say 'yes' when I tell you to say 'yes, won't you?" "Yes, I'll say that," she said. All the time she knew that this was monstrously absurd. All the time she knew that she did not wish to marry this man. Fine sentences, pompously framed, slowly formed in her mind such as: "This outrage will not go unpunished, comma, and you will suffer for this, comma, Dr. van Heerden, full stop."
"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.
The doctor's face went dull red. "I suppose you know you are liable to an action for trespass?" "I know all about that," said Beale, "but if you have nothing to conceal, Dr. van Heerden, I don't see why you should object." "I don't object," shrugged the doctor, "search by all means. Where would you like to start? Here?"
Van Heerden had given me bank-notes for a thousand pounds in case we should be separated, and I went on to the house in South London. You needn't ask me where it is because van Heerden is not there." He gulped again at the wine. "At eleven o'clock van Heerden came back," resumed Milsom, "and if ever a man was panic-stricken it was he the long and the short of it is that the code was mislaid."
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