Part 18 (2/2)

She looked at him with interest in her eyes.

”What is your favourite weapon, Mr. Kara?” she asked.

”Fear,” he said.

If he expected her to give him any encouragement to proceed he was disappointed. Probably he required no such encouragement, for in the presence of his social inferiors he was somewhat monopolizing.

”Cut a man's flesh and it heals,” he said. ”Whip a man and the memory of it pa.s.ses, frighten him, fill him with a sense of foreboding and apprehension and let him believe that something dreadful is going to happen either to himself or to someone he loves--better the latter--and you will hurt him beyond forgetfulness. Fear is a tyrant and a despot, more terrible than the rack, more potent than the stake. Fear is many-eyed and sees horrors where normal vision only sees the ridiculous.”

”Is that your creed?” she asked quietly.

”Part of it, Miss Holland,” he smiled.

She played idly with the letter she held in her hand, balancing it on the edge of the desk, her eyes downcast.

”What would justify the use of such an awful weapon?” she asked.

”It is amply justified to secure an end,” he said blandly. ”For example--I want something--I cannot obtain that something through the ordinary channel or by the employment of ordinary means. It is essential to me, to my happiness, to my comfort, or my amour-propre, that that something shall be possessed by me. If I can buy it, well and good. If I can buy those who can use their influence to secure this thing for me, so much the better. If I can obtain it by any merit I possess, I utilize that merit, providing always, that I can secure my object in the time, otherwise--”

He shrugged his shoulders.

”I see,” she said, nodding her head quickly. ”I suppose that is how blackmailers feel.”

He frowned.

”That is a word I never use, nor do I like to hear it employed,” he said. ”Blackmail suggests to me a vulgar attempt to obtain money.”

”Which is generally very badly wanted by the people who use it,” said the girl, with a little smile, ”and, according to your argument, they are also justified.”

”It is a matter of plane,” he said airily. ”Viewed from my standpoint, they are sordid criminals--the sort of person that T. X. meets, I presume, in the course of his daily work. T. X.,” he went on somewhat oracularly, ”is a man for whom I have a great deal of respect. You will probably meet him again, for he will find an opportunity of asking you a few questions about myself. I need hardly tell you--”

He lifted his shoulders with a deprecating smile.

”I shall certainly not discuss your business with any person,” said the girl coldly.

”I am paying you 3 pounds a week, I think,” he said. ”I intend increasing that to 5 pounds because you suit me most admirably.”

”Thank you,” said the girl quietly, ”but I am already being paid quite sufficient.”

She left him, a little astonished and not a little ruffled.

To refuse the favours of Remington Kara was, by him, regarded as something of an affront. Half his quarrel with T. X. was that gentleman's curious indifference to the benevolent att.i.tude which Kara had persistently adopted in his dealings with the detective.

He rang the bell, this time for his valet.

”Fisher,” he said, ”I am expecting a visit from a gentleman named Gathercole--a one-armed gentleman whom you must look after if he comes.

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