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"
You
believe
me
,
"
I
said
gratefully
.
"
Of
course
I
do
,
"
and
he
held
out
his
hand
.
"
I
believe
everything
out
of
the
common
.
The
only
thing
to
distrust
is
the
normal
.
"
He
was
very
young
,
but
he
was
the
man
for
my
money
.
"
I
think
they
're
off
my
track
for
the
moment
,
but
I
must
lie
close
for
a
couple
of
days
.
Can
you
take
me
in
?
"
He
caught
my
elbow
in
his
eagerness
and
drew
me
towards
the
house
.
"
You
can
lie
as
snug
here
as
if
you
were
in
a
moss-hole
.
I
'll
see
that
nobody
blabs
,
either
.
And
you
'll
give
me
some
more
material
about
your
adventures
?
"
As
I
entered
the
inn
porch
I
heard
from
far
off
the
beat
of
an
engine
.
There
silhouetted
against
the
dusky
West
was
my
friend
,
the
monoplane
.
He
gave
me
a
room
at
the
back
of
the
house
,
with
a
fine
outlook
over
the
plateau
,
and
he
made
me
free
of
his
own
study
,
which
was
stacked
with
cheap
editions
of
his
favourite
authors
.
I
never
saw
the
grandmother
,
so
I
guessed
she
was
bedridden
.
An
old
woman
called
Margit
brought
me
my
meals
,
and
the
innkeeper
was
around
me
at
all
hours
.
I
wanted
some
time
to
myself
,
so
I
invented
a
job
for
him
.
He
had
a
motor
bicycle
,
and
I
sent
him
off
next
morning
for
the
daily
paper
,
which
usually
arrived
with
the
post
in
the
late
afternoon
.
I
told
him
to
keep
his
eyes
skinned
,
and
make
note
of
any
strange
figures
he
saw
,
keeping
a
special
sharp
look-out
for
motors
and
aeroplanes
.
Then
I
sat
down
in
real
earnest
to
Scudder
's
note-book
.
He
came
back
at
midday
with
the
Scotsman
.
There
was
nothing
in
it
,
except
some
further
evidence
of
Paddock
and
the
milkman
,
and
a
repetition
of
yesterday
's
statement
that
the
murderer
had
gone
North
.
But
there
was
a
long
article
,
reprinted
from
the
Times
,
about
Karolides
and
the
state
of
affairs
in
the
Balkans
,
though
there
was
no
mention
of
any
visit
to
England
.
I
got
rid
of
the
innkeeper
for
the
afternoon
,
for
I
was
getting
very
warm
in
my
search
for
the
cypher
.
As
I
told
you
,
it
was
a
numerical
cypher
,
and
by
an
elaborate
system
of
experiments
I
had
pretty
well
discovered
what
were
the
nulls
and
stops
.
The
trouble
was
the
key
word
,
and
when
I
thought
of
the
odd
million
words
he
might
have
used
I
felt
pretty
hopeless
.
But
about
three
o'clock
I
had
a
sudden
inspiration
.
