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It was not she who had admitted the police. Indeed, they found her in an upper room, locked in. Phillopolis was something of a tyrant, and on the day of his arrest he had had a quarrel with the woman, who had threatened to expose him to the police for some breach of the law.
"You don't suppose that Phillopolis is a fence, do you?" said the colonel scornfully. "Why, it is a business that a man must spend the whole of his life at before he can be successful. No, Phillopolis knows no more about that burglary or the jewels than you or I. The stuff has been planted in his rooms." "But the police don't do that sort of thing."
That's where I've the advantage of people like you." Pinto smiled. "They've nothing on me," he said easily. "I have an absolutely clean record." It disturbed him, however, to discover that even so minor a member of the gang as Phillopolis was preparing to desert what he evidently regarded as a sinking ship.
He was followed by two others and between them was Phillopolis, and the street-lamp shone upon the steel handcuffs on his wrists. Pinto drew back into a doorway and watched. Phillopolis was talking it would perhaps be more accurate to say that he was raving at the top of his voice, cursing and sobbing in a frenzy. "You planted them it is a plant!" he yelled. "You devils!"
He squatted back in his chair, pulling at his long moustache. "Phillopolis, Crewe, Pinto, Selby, and then me," said he, speaking to himself, "and he never mentioned Lollie Marsh. And Lollie has been the decoy duck that has been in every hunt we've had. This wants looking into, Pinto." As he finished speaking there was a little buzz from the corner of the room and Pinto looked up startled.
The Greek threw out his hands with a little grimace. "Nerves," he said. "I haven't got over that affair with the White girl." "Pooh!" said the other. "If the police were moving in that matter, they'd have moved long ago. You are worrying yourself unnecessarily, Phillopolis." Pinto's words slipped glibly from his tongue, but Phillopolis was unimpressed. "I know when I've had enough," he said.
Now, I'm going to settle with Miss White," he said gratingly. "I'm going to settle with her for good and all. I don't care what she knows, but she probably knows too much. She's hand in glove with the police and maybe she's working with her father. You'll get Phillopolis here to-morrow morning " The other's eyes opened. "Phillopolis?" he almost gasped. "Good heavens! You're not going to "
I'll send you the date you leave and I'll pay her passage and yours. For any out-of-pocket expenses you can send the bill to me, you understand?" Obviously it was not a job to the liking of Phillopolis, but he had good reason to fear the colonel and acquiesced with a nod.
Some into which his money was sunk were frankly infamous. But it was a popular fiction that he knew nothing of these. Paul Phillopolis was a small Greek merchant, who had an office in Mincing Court a tiny room at the top of four flights of stairs. On the glass panel of its door was the announcement: "General Exporter." Mr.
The colonel snarled round at him: "Do you think I should come and ask you to book her passage if she wanted to go?" he demanded. "Of course she doesn't want to go, and she doesn't know she's going. But I want her out of the way, you understand?" Mr. Phillopolis pulled a long face. "To take her from England?" "From London," said the colonel. The Greek shook his head.
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