Conspiracies -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
"None at all. He spoke English perfectly. I'd take my oath he was
an Englishman."
"Raegenssen himself without face fungus!" exclaimed Teal. "I always
thought that accent of his was a fake--it sounded too much like the
cheap revue idea of a Dutchman. It was Raegenssen."
"Or Mattock cleverly padded," added the sceptical Kit. "If you were
going to do a deal in my name wouldn't you try to make up to look
like me in a general description?"
The mention of Mattock recalled to Teal his prisoner's request, and
he would have mentioned it as they returned to the Yard, but Storm
was already off on another tack.
"You remember Miss Hawthorne told me over the phone she'd recognised
someone in that getaway? Well, she won't pass the glad news on
unless I promise she's to have a part in the play. Rat all women!"
"Arrest her as an accessory," suggested Teal sardonically.
"I'd be happier if she was inside! _Kill H_.... Teal, if you go
down and break the neck of that constable who fell over himself last
night I'll guarantee to rescue you from the gallows! He's put
everything back by weeks. By the way, did that ad. go in the _Era_?"
"To-morrow," said Teal. "I put it over on Birdie all right. Mattock
said I was a great actor," he added reminiscently, and recollected
his promise.
Teal waited in the charge room while Storm paid a visit to the
clerk's cell, and picked up a newspaper to while away the time.
In those days the Press was so full of the Triangle that most other
information was crowded away into obscure paragraphs in small type
which few people ever read. Teal, having a single-track mind, rarely
had time to assimilate any news which did not bear directly on the
case in hand, and politics concerned him not at all.
But he already knew the Triangle news by heart, and the second
manifesto was by then as familiar to him as his own face.
Consequently, he broke his usual habits and cast an eye over the
other happenings of the world. And one section fairly leapt to his
eye.
DEATH OF A GREAT SCIENTIST
DEPORTED AUSTRIAN CHEMIST COMMITS SUICIDE
UNCOMPLETED WORK
(_Daily Mercury Special Correspondent_)
VIENNA, Tuesday, June 3rd.
A drama of real life is locked up in the news of the death of the
Austrian scientist, Carl Schewesen, who was deported from England
some years ago. Schewesen's clothes were found on the banks of the
Danube, together with a note explaining that he was taking what
seemed to him to be the only way out of a hopeless existence.
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