Part 29 (2/2)

Or a candle fixed to the shaved head of a man--there are hundreds of variations and the candle plays a part in all of them. I don't know which Kara had cause to hate the worst, but I know one or two that he has employed.”

”Was he as bad as that?” asked T. X.

John Lexman laughed.

”You don't know how bad he was,” he said.

Towards the end of the luncheon the waiter brought a note in to T. X.

which had been sent on from his office.

”Dear Mr. Meredith,

”In answer to your enquiry I believe my daughter is in London, but I did not know it until this morning. My banker informs me that my daughter called at the bank this morning and drew a considerable sum of money from her private account, but where she has gone and what she is doing with the money I do not know. I need hardly tell you that I am very worried about this matter and I should be glad if you could explain what it is all about.”

It was signed ”William Bartholomew.”

T. X. groaned.

”If I had only had the sense to go to the bank this morning, I should have seen her,” he said. ”I'm going to lose my job over this.”

The other looked troubled.

”You don't seriously mean that.”

”Not exactly,” smiled T. X., ”but I don't think the Chief is very pleased with me just now. You see I have b.u.t.ted into this business without any authority--it isn't exactly in my department. But you have not given me your theory about the candles.”

”I have no theory to offer,” said the other, folding up his serviette; ”the candles suggest a typical Albanian murder. I do not say that it was so, I merely say that by their presence they suggest a crime of this character.”

With this T. X. had to be content.

If it were not his business to interest himself in commonplace murder--though this hardly fitted such a description--it was part of the peculiar function which his department exercised to restore to Lady Bartholomew a certain very elaborate snuff-box which he discovered in the safe.

Letters had been found amongst his papers which made clear the part which Kara had played. Though he had not been a vulgar blackmailer he had retained his hold, not only upon this particular property of Lady Bartholomew, but upon certain other articles which were discovered, with no other object, apparently, than to compel influence from quarters likely to be of a.s.sistance to him in his schemes.

The inquest on the murdered man which the a.s.sistant Commissioner attended produced nothing in the shape of evidence and the coroner's verdict of ”murder against some person or persons unknown” was only to be expected.

T. X. spent a very busy and a very tiring week tracing elusive clues which led him nowhere. He had a letter from John Lexman announcing the fact that he intended leaving for the United States. He had received a very good offer from a firm of magazine publishers in New York and was going out to take up the appointment.

Meredith's plans were now in fair shape. He had decided upon the line of action he would take and in the pursuance of this he interviewed his Chief and the Minister of Justice.

”Yes, I have heard from my daughter,” said that great man uncomfortably, ”and really she has placed me in a most embarra.s.sing position. I cannot tell you, Mr. Meredith, exactly in what manner she has done this, but I can a.s.sure you she has.”

”Can I see her letter or telegram?” asked T. X.

”I am afraid that is impossible,” said the other solemnly; ”she begged me to keep her communication very secret. I have written to my wife and asked her to come home. I feel the constant strain to which I am being subjected is more than human can endure.”

”I suppose,” said T. X. patiently, ”it is impossible for you to tell me to what address you have replied?”

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