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"That's him!" It was useless to explain that the exclamation was one of amazement. The barrister began to roam about the apartment, frowning with the intensity of his thoughts. Once he confronted Winter. "Are you sure of this?" he demanded. "So sure that were it not for your positive instructions, Mr. Ooma would now be in Holloway, awaiting his trial on a charge of murder. Look at the facts.
Encumbered with heavy furs, I extricated myself with difficulty; and as I at last emerged with three pints of snow down my neck, I saw the round, leering face of my late driver grinning at me through the bushes on the edge of the bluff. "Ooma," he hailed. "Well," replied the snowy figure standing waist-high in the drift.
My pal has a mechanical twist. He puts together a small electric machine during his spell, and I take it to pieces in mine. Yesterday my landlady was in the room, and Ooma looked out of the opposite window. Then she told me the whole story." "Go on do!" "Mr. Ooma is evidently puzzled to learn what has become of the Hume-Frazers and Mrs. Capella." "Why do you bring in her name?"
"The correspondence took place with a man named Ooma, a person I never even met at that time, and can you believe it, Robert within the past few days I have good reason to know that he is the murderer of my brother, the man who endeavoured to kill both you and David." Frazer caught her by the shoulder. "Rita," he said, "what has come to you? Are you hysterical, or dreaming?"
I demanded money as my right, and from his words I gathered that the Frazers had been at their old tricks and defrauded another relative." Robert started. "Do you hear?" he murmured to Brett. "That accounts for Alan's strange reception of me the same day." Brett held up a warning hand. Ooma was still talking. "I taunted him with thriving on the plunder of his own people. That made him furious.
It was the chair which David Hume occupied when he slept, and dreamed. Not even Winter saw cause for suspicion in the act. Ooma was dying. His yellow skin was now green. His lips were white. His whole frame was sinking. At this phase he became a Japanese, and lost all likeness to the Frazers. He continued, with an odd cackle: "I kept up the error.
He was alarmed by those fierce eyes, more especially because his inability to give satisfactory information seemed to anger the new-comer. "You are not a child," they heard Ooma say, with menace in his tone. "You must have heard, from her maid or some other source, where Mrs. Capella has gone to?" "N no, sir," stammered the man. "I really 'aven't I t t thought Mrs. C Capella was in London.
Ooma must have entered that way. You both understand?" They nodded and walked off, clinging to the line of the trees. The others closed up. Timing their approach with perfect judgment, they crept over the gravelled road at the bend, and gained the turf in front of the window. Ooma's back was towards them.
Anyhow, that is the name he gives to the landlady, and her daughter the girl you followed from the hotel tells all her friends that when he gets his rights he will marry her and make her a princess." "Ooma a princess," repeated Brett. "Such is the yarn in Kennington circles. I obeyed orders absolutely. I and my mate took turn about in the lodgings we hired, where we are supposed to be inventors.
He pointed to some shivering ashes in the grate of the drawing-room, for Ooma occupied the library in the last solemn stateliness of his final appearance on earth. "What!" cried Brett. "Do you mean to say that you have destroyed the documents deposited by the Japanese on the writing-desk?" "Not exactly all," was the cool reply. "We picked out those referring to Margaret, and made an end of them.
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