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Updated: June 23, 2025
As it happened, most of Kara's valuable and confidential possessions were at the bank. In a fret of panic and at considerable cost he had the safe removed and another put in its place of such potency that the makers offered to indemnify him against any loss from burglary. T. X. finished his work, washed his hands, and was drying them when Mansus came bursting into the room.
"I suppose you'll never give up hope of seeing Mr. Lexman again," smiled Mansus, busily arranging a new blotting pad. Before T. X. could answer there came a knock at the door, and a uniformed policeman, entered. He saluted T. X. "They've just sent an urgent letter across from your office, sir. I said I thought you were here." He handed the missive to the Commissioner.
Cassley being entertained by Mansus with a wholly fictitious description of the famous criminals he had arrested. "I can only suggest that you go home," said T. X. "I will send a police officer with you to report to me, but in all probability you will find the lady has returned. She may have had a difficulty in getting a bus on a night like this."
Instantly it had filled the Home Secretary's office with a pungent and most disagreeable smoke, for which he was heartily cursed by his superiors. But it had rounded off the argument. He looked at his watch. "I wonder if it is too late to see Mrs. Lexman," he said. "I don't think any hour would be too late," suggested Mansus. "You shall come and chaperon me," said his superior.
I'm afraid I shall never make a detective of you," he shook his head sorrowfully at the smiling Mansus who had been in the police force when T. X. was a small boy at school, "you are neither Wise nor Wily; you combine the innocence of a Baby with the grubbiness of a County Parson you ought to be in the choir." At this outrageous insult Mr.
He became more serious as he took from a pocket inside his waistcoat a long blue envelope containing the paper which had cost him so much to secure. "Finding the revolver was a master-stroke of yours, Mansus," he said, and he was in earnest as he spoke. The man coloured with pleasure for the subordinates of T. X. loved him, and a word of praise was almost equal to promotion.
The Chief of the Police in these days was a grey man, rather tired, with a hawk nose and deep eyes that glared under shaggy eyebrows and he was a terror to all men of his department save to T. X. who respected nothing on earth and very little elsewhere. He nodded curtly to Mansus. "Well, T. X.," he said, "what have you discovered about our friend Kara?"
"Hullo!" said Mansus, suddenly, and stooping down he picked up something from the ground. T. X. took it in his hand. It was unmistakably a revolver cartridge. He marked the spot where it had been found by jamming his walking stick into the ground and continued his search, but without success. "I am afraid we shall find nothing more here," said T. X., after half an hour's further search.
Three times, accompanied by Mansus, he went to the house, three times went to the death chamber and was alone on one occasion for an hour and a half whilst the patient Mansus waited outside. Three times he emerged looking graver on each occasion, and after the third visit he called into consultation John Lexman.
"Mansus has done his best," the other went on easily, "but it is rather absurd to talk about one's best when you know so little of what you want." Sir George dropped heavily into the arm-chair, and stretched out his long thin legs.
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