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"My poor, dumb beast," said T. X. "I am afraid I have kept you waiting for a very long time, but tomorrow you and I will take a little journey to Devonshire. It will be good for you, Mansus where did you get that ridiculous name, by the way!" "M. or N.," replied Mansus, laconically. "I repeat that there is the dawn of an intellect in you," said T. X., offensively.
In three minutes Mansus was with T. X. and had reduced the girl's incoherence to something like order. "This is important," said T. X.; "produce the Abigail." "The ?" asked the puzzled officer. "The skivvy slavey hired help get busy," said T. X. impatiently. They brought her to T. X. in a condition bordering upon collapse. "Get her a cup of tea," said the wise chief.
"You will go straight to Cadogan Square and arrest the chauffeur of Mr. Kara," he said. "Upon what charge!" asked Mansus hurriedly. When it came to the step which T. X. thought fit to take in the pursuance of his duty, Mansus was beyond surprise. "You can charge him with anything you like," said T. X., with fine carelessness, "probably something will occur to you on your way up to town.
Psalm LXIV. and the scrap entitled Philosophus ad Regem Quendam, &c.; after which are the two Latin pieces, Ad Salsillum and Mansus, written in Italy, and the Epitaphium Damonis, written immediately after the return to England. This last stands a little apart from the body of the "Sylvae," as if Milton attached a peculiar sacredness to it.
On the afternoon of Miss Holland's surprising adventure, a plainclothes man of "D" Division brought to Mr. Mansus's room a very scared domestic servant, voluble, tearful and agonizingly penitent. It was a mood not wholly unfamiliar to a police officer of twenty years experience and Mr. Mansus was not impressed.
We may suppose there is a gate farther along the road, we may suppose that he entered that gate, came along the field by the side of the hedge and that somewhere between here and the gate, he threw away his cigar." "His cigar!" said Mansus in surprise. "His cigar," repeated T. X., "if he was alone, he would keep his cigar alight until the very last moment."
It was no more than a coincidence that whilst I should have been speaking with you all, the second candle should have bent and the alarm be given in the very office in which I was sitting. "I assure you all in all earnestness that I did not suspect the cause of that ringing until Mr. Mansus spoke. "There, gentlemen, is my story!" He threw out his arms. "You may do with me as you will.
Mansus sniffed again. "What about the man who half murders his wife, does he do that to be well thought of?" he asked, with a tinge of sarcasm. T. X. looked at him pityingly. "The low-brow who beats his wife, my poor Mansus," he said, "does so because she doesn't think well of him. That is our ruling passion, our national characteristic, the primary cause of most crimes, big or little.
The Chief Commissioner understood. The silence which followed was broken by the loud and insistent ringing of the telephone bell. "Hullo," said Mansus rising quickly; "that's Kara's bell." With two quick strides he was at the telephone and lifted down the receiver. "Hullo," he cried. "Hullo," he cried again.
Isn't it likely that if he, as I think, instigated the meeting, he would have chosen this place because this particular hedge gave him a chance of seeing without being seen?" Mansus thought. "He could have seen just as well from either of the other hedges, with less chance of detection," he said, after a long pause. T. X. grinned. "You have the makings of a brain," he said admiringly.
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