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Updated: May 14, 2025
"I wish you good luck," he said, and took both Grace Lexman's hands in his. "One of these days," he said paternally, "I shall come down to Beston Tracey and your husband shall tell me another and a happier story." He paused at the door as he was going out and looking back caught the grateful eyes of Lexman. "By the way, Mr.
Lexman," said the station-master, "I will telephone up to the village and get Briggs to come down for you." John Lexman looked out upon the dripping landscape and shrugged his shoulders.
In less than five minutes the boat had come alongside, manned, as Lexman gathered from a glimpse of the crew, by Greeks. He scrambled aboard and five minutes later he was standing on the white deck of the yacht, watching the disappearing tail of the monoplane. Kara was by his side.
The revolver which he said had been flourished at him had never been found. Two people believed implicitly in the story, and a sympathetic Home Secretary had assured T. X. personally that if he could find the revolver and associate it with the murder beyond any doubt, John Lexman would be pardoned. Every stream in the neighbourhood had been dragged.
Kara's eyes followed her graceful figure until she was out of view, then: "I want to see you, Kara," said John Lexman, "if you will give me five minutes." "You can have five hours, if you like," said the other, easily. They went into the study together; the maid brought the coffee and liqueur, and placed them on a little table near the fire and disappeared.
It's curious this should have happened the night you returned," he said, gripping the other's shoulder affectionately. John Lexman did not speak for the moment. "If anything happened to Kara," he said slowly, "if the worst that was possible happened to him, believe me I should not weep." T. X. looked down into the other's eyes sympathetically.
He took from his pocketbook a newspaper cutting and pushed it across the table, for they were dining together at the Carlton. John Lexman picked up the slip and read. It was evidently from a New York paper: "Further news has now come to hand by the Antarctic Trading Company's steamer, Cyprus, concerning the wreck of the City of the Argentine.
"You don't suspect Gathercole, do you?" he asked. "Hardly," said the other drily; "in the first place the man that committed this murder had two hands and needed them both. No, I only want to ask that gentleman the subject of his conversation. I also want to know who was in the room with Kara when Gathercole went in." "H'm," said John Lexman.
"Oh, he persuaded the Commissioner to run the wire, did he?" said T. X. interested, and walked over to the telephone. He fingered the receiver for a little while and was about to take it off, but changed his mind. "I think not," he said, "I'll go round and see him to-morrow. I don't hope to succeed in extracting the confidence in the case of Lady Bartholomew, which he denied me over poor Lexman."
He was suffering from malarial fever and blood poisoning and for a week, with an Italian doctor, I fought as hard as any man could fight for his life. He was a trying patient," John Lexman smiled suddenly at the recollection, "vitriolic in his language, impatient and imperious in his attitude to his friends.
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