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"All fair fights, my dear fellow," he said more mildly, "if I hadn't been a boastful, drunken sot, you wouldn't have heard of 'em you wouldn't, curse you. I was mad! I had you in my hand like that!" He closed a not over-clean fist under van Heerden's nose. "I saw it all, all, I saw you bullying the poor devil, shaking some secret out of him, I saw you knife him " "Hush!" hissed van Heerden.
He took up his hat and went out. "It is going to be a difficult business to convict van Heerden," said the superintendent when his chief had gone, "you see, in the English courts, motive must be proved to convict before a jury, and there seems no motive except revenge. A jury would take a lot of convincing that a man spent thousands of pounds to avenge a wrong done to his country."
"But mayn't I see it?" He shook his head. "I just want to tell you all you have said about van Heerden is true. He is a most dangerous man. He may yet be dangerous to you. I don't want you to touch that little book unless you are in really serious trouble. Will you promise me?" She opened her eyes wide. "But, Mr. Beale ?" "Will you promise me?" he said again.
Earlier in the evening before I arrived he pulled a gun on Schultz. He's too full of gunplay that fellow excuse the idiom, but I was in the same tailor's shop at Portland Gaol as Ned Garrand, the Yankee bank-smasher." Van Heerden made a gesture of impatience. "About old Heyler," Milsom went on, "I know you think he's dangerous, so I've kept him here.
He had half-led, half-pushed the other to a chair near one of the pillars of the rotunda. "I am going to tell her," said the wreck. "What are you doing with her?" he demanded fiercely. "That is no business of yours," replied van Heerden sharply. "No business of mine, eh! I'll show you it's some business of mine. I am going to tell her all I know about you.
She had recovered something of her poise, and her sense of humour was helping her out of a situation which, without such a gift, might have been an embarrassing one. "I think you have been seeing too many plays and reading too many exciting books, Mr. Beale," she said, "I confess I have never regarded Doctor van Heerden as a possible suitor, and if I thought he was I should be immensely flattered.
In every country is a principal agent who possesses a copy of a simple code. At the proper moment van Heerden would cable a word which meant 'Get busy' or 'Hold off until you hear from me, or 'Abandon scheme for this year and collect cultures. I happen to be word-perfect in the meanings of the code words because van Heerden has so often drummed them into me." "What are the code words?"
I heard them talking through the ventilator when I was bolting my door." "A visitor to Doctor van Heerden, and he mentioned Mr. Scobbs of Red Horse Valley," he said half to himself. "You didn't see the man?" "No." "You just heard him. No names were mentioned?" "None," she said. "Is it a frightfully important matter?" "It is rather," he replied.
The door is open," whispered van Heerden to the two men who had made their lightning disappearance into the anatomical cases at the sound of Beale's knock. "What shall we do?" "Wait till I come to you. Hurry!" They crossed the landing and passed through the open door of Oliva's flat and the doctor closed the door behind them and returned in time to release the savage Beale.
The visitor turned a pink face to him. "You are very good," he said with the faint trace of an accent. "I understand that Doctor van Heerden lives here?" "Yes, he lives here," said Beale, "but I am afraid he is not at home." He thought it might be a patient or a summons to a patient. "Not at home?" The man's face fell. "But how unfortunate!
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