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Professor Gehren bowed. "And you, Mr. Jones; are you a detective?" "No; merely a follower of strange trails by taste." "Ah. You have set yourself to a dark one. You wish to know how Telfik Bey" his eyes narrowed and glinted "came to his reward. Will you enter, gentlemen?" "I know this much," replied Average Jones as, followed by his friends, he passed through the door which their host held open.
The "story," indeed, was brief, and of no intrinsic importance other than as a social note. But to Average Jones it began to glow luminously. "Who is Telfik Bey?" he inquired. "He isn't. Up to yesterday he was a guest of this hotel." "Indeed! Skipped without paying his bill?" "Yes ah. Skipped that is, left suddenly without paying his bill, if you choose to put it that way."
"Hello, Tommy," said the breakfaster. "What'll you have to drink? An entente cordialer?" "Don't joke," said the other. "I'm in a pale pink funk. I'm afraid to look into the morning papers." "Hello! What have you been up to that's scandalous?" "It isn't me," replied the diplomat ungrammatically. "It's Telfik Bey." "Telfik Bey? Wait a minute. Let me think."
"The Washington incident, of course, was the first; the attempted murder that is, the narrow escape of Telfik Bey." Young Mr. McIntyre looked baffled. "I'm blessed if I know what you're up to, Jones," he said. "But if you do know anything of this case I need your help. In Washington, where they failed, we fooled the newspapers. Here, where they've succeeded " "Who are 'they?" interrupted Jones.
He knocked several times and got no answer. Then he opened the door and saw Mr. Telfik down, all in a heap." "Where is Bronson?" "At the hospital, unconscious." "What from?" "Shock, the doctors say." "What er about the er shot?" The manager looked startled. "Well, Bronson says that just as he opened the door he saw a bullet cross the room and strike the wall above the body."
"Telfik Bey is not a merchant. He is a secret, confidential agent of the Turkish government. He came over to New York from Washington in spite of warnings that he would be killed." "You're certain he was killed?" "I only wish I could believe anything else." "Shot?" "The coroner and a physician whom I sent can find no trace of a wound." "What do they say?" "Apoplexy."
"I was that prisoner," said the reader. "The official was Telfik Bey. I saw my naked daughter break from the soldiers and run to him, pleading for pity, as he sat his horse; and I saw him strike his spur into her bare breast. My wife, the mother of my children " "Don't!" The protest came from the Fifth Assistant Secretary of State. He had risen.
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