Conspiracies -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
The facetious parent who, while replete with beer, had bestowed upon
Mr. John the prænomen of Prester must have been gifted with second
sight. The celebrated infringer of the laws of property resembled
nothing so much as an elderly parson. He was lank and lofty,
sallow-complexioned and blue of chin. He affected clothes of
clerical hue, wore a high Gladstonian collar and a black bow tie, and
generally gave the impression of sanctimoniousness incarnate.
"Good morning, brethren," he said politely. "I heard that my Lords
had need of men, and I came."
It was his invariable greeting when summoned before the police to
account for his lapses, and he accompanied it with an equally
automatic gesture, holding his elbows in to his sides, bringing his
forearms horizontal, and spreading out his flat palms in the same
plane, a mannerism which the irreverent Inspector Teal described as
"John's lo-and-behold mitt-flap."
"Acoustics excellent!" commented Storm. "I hear you visited Mr.
Raegenssen last night."
"On business," nodded Prester John.
"And was he pleased to see you?" asked Teal.
"He was--er--unfortunately unable to attend."
Storm passed his cigarette case to the pious one and, when John
declined, lighted a cigarette himself.
"How much was Mattock paying you?" he asked, waving his match in the
air to extinguish it.
"Mattock?"
"Raegenssen's clerk. He put you on to the job, didn't he?"
"Not that I know of--although, of course, since the name is
unfamiliar to me, he may have been the man. May I sit down? It
assists the train of thought."
Permission being granted, the man seated himself with a sigh and
hitched up his trousers fastidiously. Leaning back, he fixed his
eyes on the ceiling and pressed the tips of his fingers together like
a pedantic schoolmaster, and after a dramatic pause he deigned to
continue.
"The circumstances are--to say the least of it--curious," he said.
"To commence, then: I am, as you probably know by now, a member of
the society called the Alpha Triangle. You have heard of it, of
course?"
"No," said Teal, _sotto voce_.
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