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“Not that I can remember. But, for all that, there was a mystery about him. I’ve never heard him speak of his boyhood for instance, or of any incident prior to his arrival in South America. He was a French Canadian by birth, I believe, but I’ve never heard him speak of his life in Canada. He could shut up like a clam if he liked.”

 

“The man is a Frenchman—I would take my oath of that—”

 

“True,” said Stonor. “When she recovers, she will doubtless say all this and more. Well, I must be leaving you.”

 

“In Santiago,” finished the commissary. “I shall cable without delay to the police in that city, requesting full details of the murdered man’s life out there, his love affairs, his business transactions, his friendships, and any enmities he may have incurred. It will be strange if, after that, we do not hold a clue to his mysterious murder.”

 

“Indeed? I’m delighted to hear it. Have you heard the latest here?”

 

“Yes, Minks had one of his greatest successes as Miss Pettigrew, and he can imitate my voice quite creditably.”

 

He withdrew and I was left to digest this morsel of information. Who was the woman who had come to my cabin on the night of the 22nd? My face grew graver as I realized the cunning and audacity of my unknown antagonists. Then, pulling myself together, I left my own cabin and sought that of Mrs. Blair. I knocked at the door.

 

“Of course you know about the man who was killed in the Tube? The man who had an order to view this same house at Marlow in his pocket.”

 

It was too dark to recognize anybody. All I could see was that he was tall, and a European, not a native. I took to my heels and ran. I heard him pounding behind. I ran quicker, keeping my eyes fixed on the white stones that showed me where to step, for there was no moon that night.

 

“That seems more probable,” I agreed. “It would explain my things being ransacked the next morning. But there was nothing hidden there, I’m sure of it.”

 

But Mr. Hersheimmer seemed to grow suddenly suspicious.

 

“Thank you, sir. It’s awfully decent of you.”

 

“I know what you feel like, my poor boy. But it’s no good. You’ll waste your strength uselessly. It may sound harsh, but my advice to you is: Cut your losses. Time’s merciful. You’ll forget.”

 

Tommy laid his paper finally aside. “There’s something of the simplicity of the truly great mind about you, Tuppence. Fire ahead. I’m listening.”

 

“Dear, dear, I had no idea of it! When did it happen?”

 

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