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You have not been in the dining-room or picture-gallery at Beechcroft, or you must have noticed this instantly." Brett flung himself into a chair. "The Argentine!" he muttered. "A nice school for a 'quarrelsome' Hume-Frazer." He had calmed sufficiently to reach for his cigarette-case when Smith entered with a note, delivered by a boy messenger. It was from Winter: "Have found Okasaki.
Holden took his departure. The detective also went off to search for Okasaki. About nine o'clock Hume arrived. "You will be glad to hear," he said, "that the rector invited me to lunch. He approves of my project, and will pray for my success. It has been a most pleasant day for me, I can assure you." "The rector retired to his study immediately after lunch, I presume?"
My banking account is limited. Let us go. The moral atmosphere in this room is vile." Outside the Central Police Office they separated, Brett to pay some long-neglected calls, Winter to hunt up Capella's movements and initiate inquiries about Okasaki. The detective came to Brett's chambers at five o'clock, in a great state of excitement.
Okasaki with you. What sort of person is he?" "A genuine Jap, small, lively, and oval-faced. His eyes are like tiny slits in a water melon, and when he laughs his grin goes back to his ears." "Really, Winter, I did not credit you with such a fund of picturesque imagery. Would you know him again?" "I can't be certain.
Winter assimilated the foregoing information with a profound thankfulness that we in England do these things differently. "Why are you so interested in Mr. Okasaki?" he inquired. "I will answer your question by another. Why was he so interested in the Ko-Katana?" "That is hardly what I told you, Mr. Brett. He professed to be interested in the crime itself.
The detective wheeled sharply on his heels, thereby upsetting Charles Peace's telescopic ladder. "You suspect Okasaki!" he cried. "My dear fellow! Okasaki is, say, five feet nothing. The murderer is five feet ten inches in height. Japanese are clever people, but they are not telescopes," and he picked up the ladder. Winter grinned. "You always make capital out of my blunders," he said. "Pooh!
That was a velly old Ko-Katana, a hundred yeals old. It was made by a famous altist. I have told you the meaning of the liting. That is all I know." "Why did you give your name at Ipswich as Okasaki?" demanded Brett. "Oh, that is vely easy. Okosaki is my family name. You English people say it quicker than Numaguwa Jiro, so I give it. But when I got mallied I used my light name.
Winter watched him with quiet agony. He had never noticed the signs before. "Mr. Okasaki did not tell you what these scratches meant?" inquired the barrister. "No. He did not see them." "Sure?" "Quite positive.
He is a Samurai of Japan. We met in Okasaki, and again in London. I came to England long after the clime you talk of. He told me these Flazel people were bad people, who had lobbed his father in the old days. He wanted them to be all hanged, then he would get money.
Most of the guests were barristers and solicitors, many of them known personally to Brett. None of the other names struck him as important, though he noted a few who arrived on the same day as the Japanese, "Mr. Okasaki." He took the next train to London, and reached Victoria Street, to find Mr. Winter awaiting him, and carefully nursing a brown paper parcel. "I got your wire, Mr.
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