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That suddenly altered tone had awakened an elusive memory, but neither of them could succeed in identifying it. Mareno, a lean, swarthy fellow, his foreign cast of countenance accentuated by close-cut side-whiskers, deposited Miss Gretna's case in the cubicle which she had selected and, Rita pointing to that adjoining it, he disposed the second case beside the divan and departed silently.
Rita, as she entered the car, noticed that Juan Mareno, Sir Lucien's man, and not the chauffeur with whom she was acquainted, sat at the wheel. As they drove off: "Why is Mareno driving tonight, Lucy?" she asked. Sir Lucien glanced aside at her. "He is in my confidence," he replied. "Fraser is not." "Oh, I see. You don't want Fraser to know about the Limehouse journey?" "Naturally I don't.
Rita nodded but did not speak. "Actually," Seton explained, "he instructed Mareno to go across the leads to Kazmah's directly you had left the flat, and to give you a certain message as 'Kazmah. He also instructed Mareno to telephone certain orders to Rashid, the Egyptian attendant. In spite of the unforeseen meeting with Gray, all would have gone well, no doubt, if Mrs.
"From what you have gathered respecting the appearance of Kazmah, does it seem possible that Mareno may be Kazmah?" "It does not, sir. Kazmah has been described to me, at first hand and at second hand. All descriptions tally in one respect: Kazmah has remarkably large eyes.
Sir Lucien resumed his role of private inquiry agent, and Mareno recited the 'revelations' from notes supplied to him. "But the 'dream reading' part of the business was merely carried on to mask the really profitable side of the concern. We have recently learned that drugs were distributed from that one office alone to the amount of thirty thousand pounds' worth annually!
Sir Lucien's wrist-watch was broken at seven-fifteen evidently at the time of his death; and this man Mareno does not claim to have left the flat until after that hour." "I know it, sir," said Kerry. "He took out the car at half-past seven. What I want to know is where he went to!" The Assistant Commissioner glanced rapidly into the speaker's fierce eyes.
"Their unconscious victim, and the figure of Kazmah, as well as every paper or other possible clue, they carried up to the Cubanis office, and from thence across the roof to Sir Lucien's study. Next, while Mareno went for the car, Mrs.
A constable admitted him, and he walked straight through into the study where Coombes, looking very tired but smiling undauntedly, sat at a littered table studying piles of documents. "Anything to report?" rapped Kerry. "The man, Mareno, has gone to bed, and the expert from the Home office has been "
"No one has come forward who actually saw him waiting outside the club?" "No one. But unfortunately it was a dark, misty night, and cars waiting for club members stand in a narrow side turning. Mareno is a surly brute, and he might have waited an hour without speaking to a soul. Unless another chauffeur happened to notice and recognize the car nobody would be any wiser."
We will talk about my eccentricity later. Here is Cyrus." Kilfane was standing in the entrance to the stage door of the theatre at which he was playing. As the car drew up he lifted two leather grips on to the step, and Mareno, descending, took charge of them. "Come along, Mollie," said Kilfane, looking back. Miss Gretna, very excited, ran out and got into the car beside Rita.
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