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John laughed. "There is something in that," he said. "As for the rest of your life," Kara went on in a lower voice, "I think you have that which makes life worth living an incomparable wife." Lexman swung round in his chair, and met the other's gaze, and there was something in the set of the other's handsome face which took his breath away. "I do not see " he began. Kara smiled.
"I think you asked me that question once before, or perhaps it was somebody else. Yes, I know him, rather an eccentric man with an artificial arm." "That's the cove," said T. X. with a little sigh; "he's one of the few men I want to meet just now." "Why?" "Because he was apparently the last man to see Kara alive." John Lexman looked at the other with an impatient jerk of his shoulders.
But it was not as simple as all that. Alan shopped for a ship he wanted a new one, as long as he could afford it and after several months of comparative shopping and getting advice from spaceport men, he picked the one he wanted. It was a sleek glossy eighty-foot job, a Spacemaster 3878 model, equipped with Lexman converters and conventional ion-jets for atmosphere flying.
He had answered the question before, and had noticed with a little amusement the look of respect which came into the eyes of the questioner. "What have you got!" "Fifteen years," said the other. "That means 11 years and 9 months," said the first man. "You've never been here before, I suppose?" "Hardly," said Lexman, drily. "I was here when I was a kid," confessed the paper-hanger.
"What we want is the weapon which the Greek had when he threatened Mr. Lexman." "There, I'm afraid I cannot help you." Kara walked to the door and T. X. followed. "I think I will see Mrs. Lexman." "I think not," said T. X. The other turned with a sneer. "Have you arrested her, too?" he asked. "Pull yourself together!" said T. X. coarsely. He escorted Kara to his waiting limousine.
There is a great criminal lost in you, Lexman." "Thank you," said John. "I am not being uncomplimentary, am I?" smiled the Greek. "I am merely referring to the ingenuity of your plots. Sometimes your books baffle and annoy me. If I cannot see the solution of your mysteries before the book is half through, it angers me a little.
"There will be no necessity to detain Lexman in custody?" asked T. X. The Chief shook his head. "None whatever," he said. There was a pause, then, "By the way, did Bartholomew mention Belinda Mary!" The white-haired chief looked round in astonishment. "And who the devil is Belinda Mary?" he asked. T. X. went red. "Belinda Mary," he said a little quickly, "is Bartholomew's daughter."
Mansus, watching the Commissioner, saw the puzzled frown gather on his superior's forehead, saw the eyebrows arch and the mouth open in astonishment, saw him hastily turn to the last page to read the signature and then: "Howling apples!" gasped T. X. "It's from John Lexman!" His hand shook as he turned the closely written pages. The letter was dated that afternoon.
The 4.15 from Victoria to Lewes had been held up at Three Bridges in consequence of a derailment and, though John Lexman was fortunate enough to catch a belated connection to Beston Tracey, the wagonette which was the sole communication between the village and the outside world had gone. "If you can wait half an hour, Mr.
"There was a big fire burning in the grate," explained T. X.; "so big indeed that the room was stifling." John Lexman nodded. "That was Kara's way," he said; "as a matter of fact I know the suggestion about magnetism in the steel bar was impossible, because I was friendly with Kara when he had that bar put in and pretty well know the mechanism, although I had forgotten it for the moment.
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