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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Of course I knew that you were putting a bluff up on me with the key and that you had no more intention of letting me see the inside of your safe than you had of telling me exactly what happened to John Lexman." The shot went home. The face which was thrust into the Commissioner's was ridged and veined with passion.
"There are two pieces of evidence I require to save Mr. Lexman from very serious trouble," he said, "the first of these is the letter which was burnt, as you know." "Yes," said Kara. T. X. leant across the desk. "How did you know?" he snapped. "Somebody told me, I don't know who it was." "That's not true," replied T. X.; "nobody knows except myself and Mrs. Lexman."
O'Grady is on his way from America, he wirelessed me this morning to that effect. Even the Chief of the Russian police has accepted the invitation, because, as you know, this murder has excited a great deal of interest in police circles everywhere. John Lexman is not only going to deliver this lecture," he said slowly, "but he is going to tell us who committed the murder and how it was committed."
I depended upon the success of my play in town giving me enough to pay him off, and I very foolishly made a lot of promises of repayment which I have been unable to keep." "I see," said Kara, and then, "does Mrs. Lexman know about this matter?" "A little," said the other. He paced restlessly up and down the room, his hands behind him and his chin upon his chest.
"Nothing very much. You've heard me speak of John Lexman?" She bent her head. "Lexman's the writer of a great many mystery stories, but you've probably read his books." She nodded again, and again T. X. noticed the suppressed eagerness in her eyes. "You're not ill or sickening for anything, are you?" he asked anxiously; "measles, or mumps or something?"
Fisher, his hands in his pockets, looked after the departing stranger, nodding his head in reprobation. "You're a queer old devil," he said, and looked at his watch again. It wanted five minutes to ten. "IF you would care to come in, sir, I'm sure Lexman would be glad to see you," said T. X.; "it's very kind of you to take an interest in the matter."
The eyes of T. X. narrowed to the very slits and his voice became metallic and hard. "And if I put you into the box, will you swear, that you did not see that letter, nor read it, nor have it read to you, and that you have no knowledge whatever of such a letter having been received by Mr. Lexman?" "Most certainly," said the other coolly.
"That is my name," said T. X. calmly. "There has been, no need for me to change it as often as you have found the necessity." He saw the fire blazing in the other's eyes and knew that his shot had gone home. "I am afraid I must go," said Kara. "I came here intending to see Mrs. Lexman, and I had no idea that I should meet a policeman." "My dear Mr.
"I am going out next week." John Lexman looked at him enviously. Had the man told him that he had inherited a great fortune and a greater title his envy would not have been so genuine. Going out!
He wore the ugly livery of shame which marks the convict. His head was clipped short, and there was two days' growth of beard upon his haggard face. Standing with his hands behind him, he waited for the moment when he would be ordered to his work. John Lexman A. O. 43 looked up at the blue sky as he had looked so many times from the exercise yard, and wondered what the day would bring forth.
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