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Updated: June 14, 2025
We went together, after a while, to his rooms, and when he had submitted to Kerry's welcome, we carefully examined the beautiful insect he had captured. As he had said, she had not lost a scale; and she was by far the most astonishing aberrant I have ever seen, before or since.
Of such kidney was Daniel Kerry, junior; and when, some hours after his father's departure on the night of the murder in the fog, the 'phone bell rang, it was Dan junior, and not his mother, who answered the call. "Hallo!" said a voice. "Is that Chief Inspector Kerry's house?" "Yes," replied Dan. "It has begun to rain in town," the voice continued, "Is that the Chief Inspector's son speaking?"
Dan, I was mighty proud ye wouldn't have it I wanted to give it to ye this-a-way. I don't know as I've got any rights on Euola's money. I reckon I mought ax you fer to take it to her, ef so be you could find her. My half you kin have it, an' welcome." Fear was in Kerry's heart. "An' what'll you be doin'?" he inquired, huskily. "Me?" asked Andy, listlessly.
Neither of the watchers was thinking of the crime and the criminal, of Sir Lucien Pyne or Kazmah, but of Mrs. Monte Irvin, mysterious victim of a mysterious tragedy. "Oh, Dan! ye must find her! ye must find her! Puir weak hairt dinna ye ken how she is suffering!" Clairvoyantly, to Kerry's ears was borne an echo of his wife's words. "The traffic!" he whispered.
And my mother dislikes dogs intensely she's afraid of them, except those horrible little toy-things that aren't dogs any more." The scorn of the real dog-lover was in her voice. "Kerry's used to the Parish House. He loves the Padre, he'll soon love you, and he likes to play with Pitache, so Madame wouldn't mind his being here.
Drove car back to garage and returned to Albemarle Street shortly after eight o'clock. H'm. Is this confirmed in any way?" Kerry's teeth snapped together viciously. "Up to a point it is, sir. The club porter remembers Mareno inquiring about Sir Lucien, and the people at the garage testify that he took out the car and returned it as stated."
"Third floor, von Hindenburg," he rapped. "Don't argue. Lead the way." For one dangerous moment the man's brow lowered and his heavy face grew blackly menacing. He exchanged a swift look with his friends seated at the disguised roulette table. Kerry's jaw muscles protruded enormously.
"I reckon you're worth your price, whatever it is. I don't worry about you, John Flint." And somehow, I did not. I left him with Kerry's head on his knee. His hand was humanly warm again, and the voice in which he told me goodnight was bravely steady. He sat erect in his doorway, fronting the night like a soldier on guard.
Brisley licked his lips. In Kerry's muscular grip he bore quite a remarkable resemblance to a rat in the jaws of a terrier. "Ho, ho!" continued the Chief Inspector, showing his teeth savagely. "So we let Scotland Yard make the pie, and then we steal all the plums, do we?"
The windows showed no light, but the door remained open, and Kerry entered without hesitation, crossed a darkened room and found himself in a passage where a man was seated in a little apartment like that of a stage-door keeper. He stood up, on hearing Kerry's tread, peering out at the newcomer. "The restaurant is closed, sir." "Tell me a better one," rapped Kerry. "I want to go upstairs."
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