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He walked through the dark vestibule and entered an automatic lift, which carried him to the third floor. Here, the landing and the corridor were illuminated by one small electric lamp sufficient to light him to the heavy walnut doors which led to the office of the Spillsbury Syndicate. He opened the door with a latchkey and found himself in a big lobby, carpeted and furnished in good style.
"If you lose it, we'll buy you another," said the colonel drily, "and I reckon it's about time you had another one, Lollie." The girl fingered her chin thoughtfully. "It is not going to be easy," she said again. "It isn't going to be like young Spillsbury Pinto Silva could have done that job without help or Solomon White even." "You can shut up about Spillsbury," growled the colonel.
He knew that this grave young man with the steady, grey eyes, who sat on the other side of the big Louis XV table in the ornate private office of the Spillsbury Syndicate, had won his way to the chief position in the Criminal Intelligence Department by sheer genius, and that he was, of all men, the most to be feared.
"As I said before, the only danger I see to Boundary is this mysterious individual who apparently crops up now and again in his daily life, and who, I suspect, was the person who sent you the Spillsbury letter the Jack o' Judgment, doesn't he call himself? Do you know what I think?" he asked quietly.
Stafford King nodded. "I'm a law-abiding citizen," said the colonel unctuously, "and anything I can do to assist the law, why, I'm going to do it. I wrote you on this matter about a fortnight ago." He opened a drawer and took out a large envelope embossed with a monogram of the Spillsbury Syndicate. This he opened and extracted a plain playing-card.
"We're going to settle the Spillsbury business to-night," he said. "Spillsbury looks like squealing." "Where is he?" asked Pinto. "In an inebriates' home," said the colonel grimly; "it seems there are some trustees to his father's estate who are likely to question the legality of the transfers. But I've had the best legal opinion in London and there is no doubt that our position is safe.
"What is that story of the Spillsbury deal?" said the colonel. He had a trick of repeating questions it was a trick which frequently gave him a very necessary breathing space. "Why, there's nothing to it. I bought the motor works in Coventry. I admit it was a good bargain. There's no law against making a profit. You know what business is." The detective knew what business was.
This is a pretty bad business, Stafford." "I realise that," said the young chief. "Of course, I shall resign. There's nothing else to do. I thought we had him this time, especially with the evidence we had in relation to the Spillsbury case." "You mean the letter which Spillsbury wrote to the woman Marsh? How did that come, by the way?" "It reached Scotland Yard by post."
You wrote to my department about it." The colonel nodded. "Read what's written underneath." King lifted the card nearer to his eyes. The writing was almost microscopic and read: "Save crime, save worry, save all unpleasantness. Give back the property you stole from Spillsbury." It was signed "Jack o' Judgment." King put the card down and looked across at the colonel.
"It would be a coincidence, would it?" said the colonel, nodding his huge head. "Perhaps it is a coincidence that my clerk, Hanson, has disappeared and has been seen in the company of your friend, eh? It is a coincidence that King is working on the Spillsbury case the one case that Solly knows nothing about eh?" She faced him, puzzled and apprehensive. "Where does all this lead?" she asked.
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