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Updated: June 23, 2025
Mansus did not tell him that Kara was financing some very influential people indeed, that a certain Under-secretary of State with a great number of very influential relations had been saved from bankruptcy by the timely advances which Kara had made. This T. X. had obtained through sources which might be hastily described as discreditable.
"That is exactly what I am unable to give you," he said. He perched himself on Mansus's desk and lit a cigar. "I have a good mind to go round and see him," he said after a while. "Why not telephone to him?" asked Mansus. "There is his 'phone straight into his boudoir." He pointed to a small telephone in a corner of the room.
Mansus knew of the baccarat establishment in Albemarle Street, but he did not know that the neurotic wife of a very great man indeed, no less than the Minister of Justice, was a frequent visitor to that establishment, and that she had lost in one night some 6,000 pounds.
It was not usual for Mansus to burst into anywhere. He was a slow, methodical, painstaking man, with a deliberate and an official, manner. "What's the matter?" asked T. X. quickly. "We didn't search Vassalaro's lodgings," cried Mansus breathlessly. "It just occurred to me as I was coming over Westminster Bridge. I was on top of a bus "
Get it off your mind. What is it?" "I am wondering," said Mansus slowly, "if the landlord at Great James Street said anything. He knows we have made a search." "We can easily find that out," said T. X. They hailed a taxi and drove to Great James Street. That respectable thoroughfare was wrapped in sleep and it was some time before the landlord could be aroused.
He stood with his chin in his hand, a frown on his face. "Mansus," he said, "suppose there were three people here, Lexman, the money lender and a third witness. And suppose this third person for some reason unknown was interested in what took place between the two men and he wanted to watch unobserved.
It was Mansus who found the second candle, a stouter affair. It lay underneath the bed. The telephone, which stood on a fairly large-sized table by the side of the bed, was overturned and the receiver was on the floor. By its side were two books, one being the "Balkan Question," by Villari, and the other "Travels and Politics in the Near East," by Miller. With them was a long, ivory paper-knife.
There was no reply, only the continuous buzzing, and when he hung up the receiver again, the bell continued ringing. The three policemen looked at one another. "There's trouble there," said Mansus. "Take off the receiver," said T. X., "and try again." Mansus obeyed, but there was no response. "I am afraid this is not my affair," said John Lexman gathering up his coat.
The porter ventured the opinion that she was rather excited, but when asked to define the symptoms relapsed into a chaos of incoherent "you-knows" and "what-I-means." "I don't like this," said T. X., suddenly. "Does anybody know that we have made these discoveries?" "Nobody outside the office," said Mansus, "unless, unless..." "Unless what?" asked the other, irritably. "Don't be a jimp, Mansus.
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