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Mansus was silent; what he might have said, or what further provocation he might have received may be never known, for at that moment, the Chief himself walked in.
"And you said," suggested the other. "I nearly frightened his life out of him," said Mansus. "I said, 'I am a police officer and I want you to come along with me." "And of course he shut up and would not say another word," said T. X. "That's true, sir," said Mansus, "but after awhile I got him to talk. Vassalaro lived in Great James Street, 604, on the third floor.
To his surprise she passed him by and he was turning to follow when an unfriendly hand gripped him by the arm. "Mr. Fisher, I believe," said a pleasant voice. "What do you mean?" said the man, struggling backward. "Are you going quietly!" asked the pleasant Superintendent Mansus, "or shall I take my stick to you'?" Mr. Fisher thought awhile.
Besides which it is obviously impossible for anybody to have got into this room or out again. Have you searched the dead man?" Mansus produced a tray on which Kara's belongings had been disposed. The ordinary keys Mrs. Beale was able to identify. There were one or two which were beyond her.
Cassley was prattling on, but her voice was merely a haze of sound to him. It brought a strange glow to his heart that Belinda Mary should have thought of him. "Only as a policeman, of course," said the still, small voice of his official self. "Perhaps!" said the human T. X., defiantly. He got on the telephone to Mansus and gave a few instructions. "You stay here," he ordered the astounded Mrs.
There is a criminal for you, my friend!" he added, admiringly. Mansus busily engaged in going through the bundles of letters, slips of paper and little notebooks he had taken from his pocket, sniffed audibly. "Have you a cold?" asked T. X. politely. "No, sir," was the reply, "only I haven't much opinion of Kara as a criminal. Besides, what has he got to be a criminal about?
A man with a heart that swelled and throbbed with the pride and joy of life's most precious possession. T. X. sat at his desk, his chin in his hands, his mind remarkably busy. Grave as the matter was which he was considering, he rose with alacrity to meet the smiling girl who was ushered through the door by Mansus, preternaturally solemn and mysterious. She was radiant that day.
At any rate, my dear T. X., I do not wish to mix you up in my affairs and if you will let me do this business through Mansus I shall be very much obliged to you. "I know there is no great punishment awaiting me, because my pardon was apparently signed on the night before my escape. I shall not have much to tell you, because there is not much in the past two years that I would care to recall.
In truth he scorned no source of information, and was conscienceless in the compilation of this somewhat chaotic record. The affairs of John Lexman recalled Kara, and Kara's great reception. Mansus would have made arrangements to secure a verbatim report of the speeches which were made, and these would be in his hands by the night.
"It's about the only way," said Mansus. The significance of the aeroplane was borne in upon T. X. a few minutes later when he was held up by an armed guard. A glance at his card was enough to pass him. "What is the matter?" he asked. "A prisoner has escaped," said the sentry. "Escaped by aeroplane?" asked T. X. "I don't know anything about aeroplanes, sir.
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