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There was nothing else on the bedside-table save a silver cigarette box. T. X. drew on a pair of gloves and examined the bright surface for finger-prints, but a superficial view revealed no such clue. "Open the window," said T. X., "the heat here is intolerable. Be very careful, Mansus. By the way, is the window fastened?" "Very well fastened," said the superintendent after a careful scrutiny.
We endured a great deal of unhappiness and death was very merciful when it took my beloved from me. "Do you ever see Kara in these days? "Will you tell Mansus to expect me at between ten and half-past, and if he will give instructions to the officer on duty in the hall I will come straight up to his room. "With affectionate regards, my dear fellow, I am, "Yours sincerely,
Mansus, watching the Commissioner, saw the puzzled frown gather on his superior's forehead, saw the eyebrows arch and the mouth open in astonishment, saw him hastily turn to the last page to read the signature and then: "Howling apples!" gasped T. X. "It's from John Lexman!" His hand shook as he turned the closely written pages. The letter was dated that afternoon.
He might see Kara and since Kara had expressed his contrition and was probably in a more humble state of mind, he might make reparation. Then again he might not. Mansus was waiting and T. X. walked back with him to his little office. "I hardly know what to make of it," he said in despair. "If you can give me Kara's motive, sir, I can give you a solution," said Mansus. T. X. shook his head.
"Does he take opium or anything!" asked Mansus. Fisher shook his head. "I've never known him to take any of that kind of stuff," he said. T. X. made a rapid survey of the other rooms on that floor. The room next to Kara's was the library, beyond that was a dressing room which, according to Fisher, Miss Holland had used, and at the farthermost end of the corridor was the dining room.
Without any difficulty Mansus opened both. The leaf of the bureau, when let down, formed the desk, and piled up inside was a whole mass of letters opened and unopened, accounts, note-books and all the paraphernalia which an untidy man collects. Letter by letter, T. X. went through the accumulation without finding anything to help him.
"He might have thrown it into the road," said Mansus. "Don't jibber," said T. X., and led the way along the hedge. From where they stood they could see the gate which led on to the road about a hundred yards further on. Within a dozen yards of that gate, T. X. found what he had been searching for, a half-smoked cigar. It was sodden with rain and he picked it up tenderly.
"I think he has hurt you pretty badly, old man," he said gently. John Lexman nodded. "He has, damn him," he said between his teeth. The Chief Commissioner's motor car was waiting outside and in this T. X., Mansus, and a detective-sergeant were whirled off to Cadogan Square. Fisher was in the hall when they rung the bell and opened the door instantly. He was frankly surprised to see his visitors.
On the night of March 3rd, T. X. sat in his inner office interviewing a disconsolate inspector of metropolitan police, named Mansus. In appearance T. X. conveyed the impression of extreme youth, for his face was almost boyish and it was only when you looked at him closely and saw the little creases about his eyes, the setting of his straight mouth, that you guessed he was on the way to forty.
Nobody had seen the weapon and he dropped it in his overcoat pocket, and walked from the cellar to the kitchen where Mrs. Beale and Mansus awaited him. "There is a lower cellar, is there not!" he asked in a strained voice. "That was bricked up when Mr. Kara took the house," explained the woman. "There is nothing more to look for here," he said.
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