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"You are on the right tack," says he, "for I am waiting for his hand on the sneck any time this two hours past," and the dishes were hardly cleared away when the smuggler bent his head to be coming in the door, for in these days there were no locks in the Isle of the Peaks.
The sneer on the face of his enemy fairly maddened him. "Yes," he said, with a note of elation in his voice, "I have made a discovery, but I am not going to tell you how or where my discovery is. But I've found Van Sneck." A shade of whiter pallor came over Henson's face. Then his eyes took on a murderous, purple-black gleam. All the same, his voice was quite steady as he replied.
"When we have Van Sneck all right again, and ready to swear to the author of the mischief, you will have to be satisfied." "That would satisfy me, sir. And I'm glad that cigar-case mystery is settled. You'll let me know how the operation goes on?" Steel promised to do so, and the two returned to Downend Terrace together. They found Heritage a little excited and disturbed.
Steel's hands. Now, what do you make of that?" Rawlins turned the matter over thoughtfully in his mind. "Did Henson know that Mr. Steel would be from home that night?" he asked. "Of course. He probably also knew where our meeting with Mr. Steel was to take place." "Then the matter is pretty obvious," said Rawlins. "Van Sneck, by some means or other, gets an inkling of what is going on.
Some passionate, heedless words rose to Enid's lips, but she checked them. All she could do now was to watch and wait till darkness. Van Sneck must be got out of the way before anything else was done. She did not dare to use the telephone yet, though she had made up her mind to ask Steel to come over and take Van Sneck away. Later on she could send the message.
And Van Sneck was in the way. Steel goes out to meet you or some of your friends. All his household are in bed. As a novelist he comes and goes as he likes and nobody takes any heed. He goes and leaves his door on the latch. Any money it is the common latch they put on thousands of doors. Henson lets himself into the house and coolly waits Van Sneck's coming. The rest you can imagine."
Vera was standing behind the unclosed door of her room. She heard the sneck of his lock. She heard the water still running in the bathroom, trickling with the mysterious sound of water at dead of night. Screwing up her courage, she went and turned off the tap. Then she stood again in her own room, to be near the companionable breathing of her sleeping sister, listening. Siegmund undressed quickly.
"Indeed they were not," Ruth cried. "I have ascertained that the case was changed by Henson, as you and I have already decided. Henson made the exchange not at the time we thought." "Not when you left the package on the table for him to see?" "No; at least I can't say. He had the other case then, probably, passed on to him by Van Sneck. Or perhaps he merely ascertained what I had purchased.
As a matter of fact, we know all about it now." "Oh," Van Sneck said, blankly. "You do, eh?" "Yes, even to the history of the second Rembrandt, and the reason why Henson stabbed you and gave you that crack over the head. If you tell me the truth you are safe; if you don't why, you stand a chance of joining Henson in the dock." Bell went off, leaving Van Sneck to digest this speech at his leisure.
He would, perhaps, buy the two, which would be a little fortune for me. Then Henson, he says, 'Don't you be a fool, Van Sneck. Suppress the other; say nothing about it. You get as much from Littimer for the one as you get for the two, because Lord Littimer think it unique." "That idea commended itself to a curio dealer?" Bell suggested, drily. "But yes," Van Sneck said, eagerly.
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