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McNorton was scribbling notes in shorthand and carefully circled the hour. "We went back to his flat and had breakfast together it was then about five o'clock. He packed a few things and I particularly noticed that he looked very carefully at the interior of a little grip which he had brought the previous night from Staines.
Beale came back from Barking, whither he had gone to interview a choleric commercial traveller who bore some facial resemblance to van Heerden, and had been arrested in consequence, and discovered that something like a Council of War was being held in Kitson's private room. McNorton and two of his assistants were present.
"Just called in to look you up," said McNorton genially. "Have you been losing any more registered letters lately?" Mr. White subsided again into his chair. "Yes, yes no, I mean," he said, "no ah thank you. It was kind of you to call, inspector " "Superintendent," corrected the other good-humouredly. "A thousand pardons, superintendent," said Mr. White hastily, "no, sir, nothing so unfortunate."
It is believed that he was working with a member of the German Government who made a fortune in the war out of army contracts. In fact, he as good as let this out just before he died, when he spoke in his delirium of a wonderful invention which was being worked on behalf of the German Government, an invention called the Green Rust." McNorton whistled. "Is that all?" he said.
Without any formal leave-taking he made his exit, followed by Superintendent McNorton. "That's a badly rattled man," said Kitson shrewdly, "the Government may fall on this news. What will you do?" "Get van Heerden," said the other. "It is the job of your life," said Kitson quietly, and Beale knew within a quarter of an hour that the lawyer did not exaggerate.
"I thought you had noticed it," smiled the other, deftly blotting and folding the form. "Not Miss Cresswell?" demanded the police chief in surprise. "Miss Cresswell it is." "But I thought " "There are circumstances which may be brought to your official notice, McNorton," said the detective, "for the present it is necessary to keep my plan a secret."
He made a signal to a man at the corner and received an almost imperceptible answer. Then he returned to the two men. "This fellow is too clever for us, I am afraid, and London with its tubes, its underground stations and taxi-cabs is a pretty difficult proposition." "I suppose your man lost him in the tube," said McNorton.
Yet he did Beale an injustice if he only knew, for the thought of Oliva's new peril ran through all his speculations, his rapid deductions, his lightning plans. "Miss Cresswell found the ticket and probably extracted it as a curiosity. These things are kept in little envelopes, aren't they, McNorton?" The police chief nodded. "That was it, then.
"Good gracious," said McNorton wonderingly, "of course, that's what he is going to do. I never thought of that. It is in the neighbourhood of Horsham we must look for him, and I think if we can get one of the Messrs. Billingham out of bed in a couple of hours' time we shall do a good night's work." They went outside and again questioned the policeman.
Can you give us any idea as to the hour the burglary was planned for?" "Eleven," said Milsom promptly, "that is to say, in a little over an hour's time." "And you have no idea of the locality?" "Somewhere in the East of London. We were to have met at Aldgate." "I don't understand it," said McNorton. "Do you suggest that the code is in the hands of somebody who is not willing to part with it?
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