Part 9 (2/2)
”What do you mean?”
”Just what I say. You will always be expecting to meet one person, and meeting another, and unless you are very fortunate indeed, that other will always be a policeman.”
His eyes twinkled for he had recovered from the gust of anger which had swept through him.
”There are two pieces of evidence I require to save Mr. Lexman from very serious trouble,” he said, ”the first of these is the letter which was burnt, as you know.”
”Yes,” said Kara.
T. X. leant across the desk.
”How did you know?” he snapped.
”Somebody told me, I don't know who it was.”
”That's not true,” replied T. X.; ”n.o.body knows except myself and Mrs.
Lexman.”
”But my dear good fellow,” said Kara, pulling on his gloves, ”you have already asked me whether I didn't burn the letter.”
”I said envelope,” said T. X., with a little laugh.
”And you were going to say something about the other clue?”
”The other is the revolver,” said T. X.
”Mr. Lexman's revolver!” drawled the Greek.
”That we have,” said T. X. shortly. ”What we want is the weapon which the Greek had when he threatened Mr. Lexman.”
”There, I'm afraid I cannot help you.”
Kara walked to the door and T. X. followed.
”I think I will see Mrs. Lexman.”
”I think not,” said T. X.
The other turned with a sneer.
”Have you arrested her, too?” he asked.
”Pull yourself together!” said T. X. coa.r.s.ely. He escorted Kara to his waiting limousine.
”You have a new chauffeur to-night, I observe,” he said.
Kara towering with rage stepped daintily into the car.
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