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"
Nawsty
business
'
ere
this
morning
,
sir
.
Gent
in
No.
15
been
and
shot
'
isself
.
They
've
just
took
'
im
to
the
mortiary
.
The
police
are
up
there
now
.
"
I
ascended
to
No.
15
,
and
found
a
couple
of
bobbies
and
an
inspector
busy
making
an
examination
.
I
asked
a
few
idiotic
questions
,
and
they
soon
kicked
me
out
.
Then
I
found
the
man
that
had
valeted
Scudder
,
and
pumped
him
,
but
I
could
see
he
suspected
nothing
.
He
was
a
whining
fellow
with
a
churchyard
face
,
and
half-a-crown
went
far
to
console
him
.
I
attended
the
inquest
next
day
.
A
partner
of
some
publishing
firm
gave
evidence
that
the
deceased
had
brought
him
wood-pulp
propositions
,
and
had
been
,
he
believed
,
an
agent
of
an
American
business
.
The
jury
found
it
a
case
of
suicide
while
of
unsound
mind
,
and
the
few
effects
were
handed
over
to
the
American
Consul
to
deal
with
.
I
gave
Scudder
a
full
account
of
the
affair
,
and
it
interested
him
greatly
.
He
said
he
wished
he
could
have
attended
the
inquest
,
for
he
reckoned
it
would
be
about
as
spicy
as
to
read
one
's
own
obituary
notice
.
The
first
two
days
he
stayed
with
me
in
that
back
room
he
was
very
peaceful
.
He
read
and
smoked
a
bit
,
and
made
a
heap
of
jottings
in
a
note-book
,
and
every
night
we
had
a
game
of
chess
,
at
which
he
beat
me
hollow
.
I
think
he
was
nursing
his
nerves
back
to
health
,
for
he
had
had
a
pretty
trying
time
.
But
on
the
third
day
I
could
see
he
was
beginning
to
get
restless
.
He
fixed
up
a
list
of
the
days
till
June
15th
,
and
ticked
each
off
with
a
red
pencil
,
making
remarks
in
shorthand
against
them
.
I
would
find
him
sunk
in
a
brown
study
,
with
his
sharp
eyes
abstracted
,
and
after
those
spells
of
meditation
he
was
apt
to
be
very
despondent
.
Then
I
could
see
that
he
began
to
get
edgy
again
.
He
listened
for
little
noises
,
and
was
always
asking
me
if
Paddock
could
be
trusted
.
Once
or
twice
he
got
very
peevish
,
and
apologized
for
it
.
I
did
n't
blame
him
.
I
made
every
allowance
,
for
he
had
taken
on
a
fairly
stiff
job
.
It
was
not
the
safety
of
his
own
skin
that
troubled
him
,
but
the
success
of
the
scheme
he
had
planned
.
That
little
man
was
clean
grit
all
through
,
without
a
soft
spot
in
him
.
One
night
he
was
very
solemn
.
"
Say
,
Hannay
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
judge
I
should
let
you
a
bit
deeper
into
this
business
.
I
should
hate
to
go
out
without
leaving
somebody
else
to
put
up
a
fight
.
"
And
he
began
to
tell
me
in
detail
what
I
had
only
heard
from
him
vaguely
.
I
did
not
give
him
very
close
attention
.
The
fact
is
,
I
was
more
interested
in
his
own
adventures
than
in
his
high
politics
.
I
reckoned
that
Karolides
and
his
affairs
were
not
my
business
,
leaving
all
that
to
him
.
So
a
lot
that
he
said
slipped
clean
out
of
my
memory
.
I
remember
that
he
was
very
clear
that
the
danger
to
Karolides
would
not
begin
till
he
had
got
to
London
,
and
would
come
from
the
very
highest
quarters
,
where
there
would
be
no
thought
of
suspicion
.
He
mentioned
the
name
of
a
woman
--
Julia
Czechenyi
--
as
having
something
to
do
with
the
danger
.
She
would
be
the
decoy
,
I
gathered
,
to
get
Karolides
out
of
the
care
of
his
guards
.
He
talked
,
too
,
about
a
Black
Stone
and
a
man
that
lisped
in
his
speech
,
and
he
described
very
particularly
somebody
that
he
never
referred
to
without
a
shudder
--
an
old
man
with
a
young
voice
who
could
hood
his
eyes
like
a
hawk
.
He
spoke
a
good
deal
about
death
,
too
.
He
was
mortally
anxious
about
winning
through
with
his
job
,
but
he
did
n't
care
a
rush
for
his
life
