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"
And
play
their
game
?
"
he
asked
sharply
.
"
If
he
does
not
come
they
win
,
for
he
's
the
only
man
that
can
straighten
out
the
tangle
.
And
if
his
Government
are
warned
he
wo
n't
come
,
for
he
does
not
know
how
big
the
stakes
will
be
on
June
the
15th
.
"
"
What
about
the
British
Government
?
"
I
said
.
"
They
're
not
going
to
let
their
guests
be
murdered
.
Tip
them
the
wink
,
and
they
'll
take
extra
precautions
.
"
"
No
good
.
They
might
stuff
your
city
with
plain-clothes
detectives
and
double
the
police
and
Constantine
would
still
be
a
doomed
man
.
My
friends
are
not
playing
this
game
for
candy
.
They
want
a
big
occasion
for
the
taking
off
,
with
the
eyes
of
all
Europe
on
it
.
He
'll
be
murdered
by
an
Austrian
,
and
there
'll
be
plenty
of
evidence
to
show
the
connivance
of
the
big
folk
in
Vienna
and
Berlin
.
It
will
all
be
an
infernal
lie
,
of
course
,
but
the
case
will
look
black
enough
to
the
world
.
I
'm
not
talking
hot
air
,
my
friend
.
I
happen
to
know
every
detail
of
the
hellish
contrivance
,
and
I
can
tell
you
it
will
be
the
most
finished
piece
of
blackguardism
since
the
Borgias
.
But
it
's
not
going
to
come
off
if
there
's
a
certain
man
who
knows
the
wheels
of
the
business
alive
right
here
in
London
on
the
15th
day
of
June
.
And
that
man
is
going
to
be
your
servant
,
Franklin
P.
Scudder
.
"
I
was
getting
to
like
the
little
chap
.
His
jaw
had
shut
like
a
rat-trap
,
and
there
was
the
fire
of
battle
in
his
gimlety
eyes
.
If
he
was
spinning
me
a
yarn
he
could
act
up
to
it
.
"
Where
did
you
find
out
this
story
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
got
the
first
hint
in
an
inn
on
the
Achensee
in
Tyrol
.
That
set
me
inquiring
,
and
I
collected
my
other
clues
in
a
fur-shop
in
the
Galician
quarter
of
Buda
,
in
a
Strangers
'
Club
in
Vienna
,
and
in
a
little
bookshop
off
the
Racknitzstrasse
in
Leipsig
.
I
completed
my
evidence
ten
days
ago
in
Paris
.
I
ca
n't
tell
you
the
details
now
,
for
it
's
something
of
a
history
.
When
I
was
quite
sure
in
my
own
mind
I
judged
it
my
business
to
disappear
,
and
I
reached
this
city
by
a
mighty
queer
circuit
.
I
left
Paris
a
dandified
young
French-American
,
and
I
sailed
from
Hamburg
a
Jew
diamond
merchant
.
In
Norway
I
was
an
English
student
of
Ibsen
collecting
materials
for
lectures
,
but
when
I
left
Bergen
I
was
a
cinema-man
with
special
ski
films
.
And
I
came
here
from
Leith
with
a
lot
of
pulp-wood
propositions
in
my
pocket
to
put
before
the
London
newspapers
.
Till
yesterday
I
thought
I
had
muddied
my
trail
some
,
and
was
feeling
pretty
happy
.
Then
...
"
The
recollection
seemed
to
upset
him
,
and
he
gulped
down
some
more
whisky
.
"
Then
I
saw
a
man
standing
in
the
street
outside
this
block
.
I
used
to
stay
close
in
my
room
all
day
,
and
only
slip
out
after
dark
for
an
hour
or
two
.
I
watched
him
for
a
bit
from
my
window
,
and
I
thought
I
recognized
him
...
He
came
in
and
spoke
to
the
porter
...
When
I
came
back
from
my
walk
last
night
I
found
a
card
in
my
letter-box
.
It
bore
the
name
of
the
man
I
want
least
to
meet
on
God
's
earth
.
"
