"Sit down, a minute, won't you?" the how to buy usdt bitmartInspector continued,affably. He did not look up from his writing as he spoke.
But Burke was not in the least impressed. He disregarded hercompletely, and spoke mechanically to Garson the formal warningrequired by the law.bitcoin standard hashrate token là gì"You are hereby cautioned that anything you say may be usedagainst you." Then, as the stenographer entered, he went on withlively interest. "Now, Joe!"Yet once again, Mary protested, a little wildly.
"Don't speak, Joe! Don't say a word till we can get a lawyer foryou!"The man met her pleading eyes steadily, and shook his head inrefusal."It's no use, my girl," Burke broke in, harshly. "I told you I'dget you. I'm going to try you and Garson, and the whole gang formurder--yes, every one of you.... And you, Gilder," he continued,lowering on the young man who had defied him so obstinately,"you'll go to the House of Detention as a material witness." Heturned his gaze to Garson again, and spoke authoritatively: "Comeon now, Joe!"Garson went a step toward the desk, and spoke decisively."If I come through, you'll let her go--and him?" he added as anafterthought, with a nod toward Dick Gilder."Oh, Joe, don't!" Mary cried, bitterly. "We'll spend everydollar we can raise to save you!""Now, it's no use," the Inspector complained. "You're onlywasting time. He's said that he did it. That's all there is toit. Now that we're sure he's our man, he hasn't got a chance inthe world.""Well, how about it?" Garson demanded, savagely. "Do they goclear, if I come through?""We'll get the best lawyers in the country," Mary persisted,desperately. "We'll save you, Joe--we'll save you!"Garson regarded the distraught girl with wistful eyes. But therewas no trace of yielding in his voice as he replied, though hespoke very sorrowfully."No, you can't help me," he said, simply. "My time has come,Mary.... And I can save you a lot of trouble.""He's right there," Burke ejaculated. "We've got him cold. So,what's the use of dragging you two into it?""Then, they go clear?" Garson exclaimed, eagerly. "They ain'teven to be called as witnesses?"Burke nodded assent.
"You're on!" he agreed."Then, here goes!" Garson cried; and he looked expectantly towardthe stenographer.His short interval of freedom had been mainly spent in Professor's Blinkwell room, whose sympathy had been readily given, and who had advised him, with as much emphasis as his habitual suavity of manner allowed, to remain obstinately silent under whatever pressure from the police. "I should assert and insist upon the principles of our traditional English justice," he had said, "against whatever pressure you may encounter. You will find it your best protection against the methods they will employ, being both as innocent and as ignorant, as you say, and as I do not hesitate to believe. And this attitude will be likely to avail you as it would not one of their own countrymen. . . . I would myself come to court to give you any support that would be in my power, but I am unfortunately obliged to return to England by the night boat, there being a board meeting in London I must not fail to attend."
After Kindell left him, he continued to sit in motionless thought, as he faced one of the most perilous hours that his life of successful criminality had so far known.Only once before had he become so closely involved in the drug-smuggling activities which he largely controlled; never had he faced crisis with such a feeling of being bankrupt of expedient or resource. Since his last conversation with Kindell, he was increasingly disposed to think that he had been misinformed concerning his connection with the police. If that were so, it reduced, to some extent, the presence of surrounding danger. But what a fool it made of himself! How abortively the precious hours had been lost! How silly that business of Myra and the smuggled parcel had been. . . . He picked up the service telephone, and said that he would have some refreshment served at once in his own room. Yes, at once. He was leaving by the boat-train. . . . Gustav knew what he liked. Perhaps he could bring it up?It was within ten minutes that his favourite waiter appeared, with a meal which might be all he desired, but to which he gave no immediate attention; and the conversation which followed was not such as is usual between waiter and guest."They've just arrested Monsieur Kindell," the man said, as he closed the door, after wheeling the dumb-waiter into the room. "But," the Professor asked, "did it look like the real thing?"
"He looked sick enough. But I wouldn't say that I'm sure yet.""Well, we've got to make up our minds. It seems most probable that Prestwick gave us a bad tip."
"He's never done that before.""But he seems to have done it now. . . . Anyhow, Kindell's out of the way, and that's given us a chance that we mustn't miss."For whatever degree of error the Professor might blame himself in the events of the last week, he was instant now to perceive the possibility which was opened by Kindell's arrest, and, as he spoke, he had abandoned the hazardous plan which he had been driven to entertain, and had substituted another, not only such as would give a greater probability of success, but which shifted the penalties of failure from his own shoulders, as he had always previously contrived."What," he asked, "has been done with Kindell's luggage?"
"It was sealed by the police. The room also is locked and sealed.""But Kindell, fearing arrest, as the Thurlows will know he did, might have placed a valise in your hands?""Yes," Gustav agreed. "So he might." But his tone was reluctant, and he looked at Professor Blinkwell with apprehension, for he was as cautious by temperament as the Professor himself, which may be the explanation of why he was, perhaps, the only active member of the whole drug-trafficking gang of whom the police had no suspicion at all."So," Professor Blinkwell went on smoothly. "we will suppose that he did. What would be his natural course? He would entrust it to you to hand to Miss Thurlow or to her father, to take charge of it for him, which they would scarcely refuse.
Gustav looked doubtful now, as well as unwilling. "Do you think not?""Yes. He is their cousin. . . . But if I should be wrong you will be better off than you are now."
"That is hard to see.""It is plain enough. You will have an explanation of how it comes to be in your hands, which, unless you have asked the Thurlows to take it, you could not use. It would be calling yourself a thief to say that he had put it in your charge for such a purpose, and you had not taken it to them."
"But it is not in my hands. It is where, if it should be found, I it could not be connected with me.""Perhaps not. But would you not become suspect to the police, together with all who are employed here? They would search the records of all. They would watch you by night and day. Would you like that?"But if you place it in Thurlow's hands you are clear at once. He may pass it to England without suspicion being aroused, and we shall have foiled the police again, as we have done so often before. . . . Or, if it be disclosed, you have a complete reply. You had it from Kindell, and were an innocent messenger, as any other of the staff here might have been.""The police would not look at it in that way. Even if they should think I had known nothing of its contents, I should be held to have conspired to conceal the property of a criminal under arrest."The Professor showed some irritation at this point, as he was practised to do at the right time."Gustav," he said, "I have known you for ten years, and it is the first time that I have been tempted to call you a fool. Would Kindell have been arrested when he gave the valise to you? Were his effects sealed by the police then?
"I am not showing you a way in, but a way out. Do you suppose that I place no value upon you as one whom the police do not suspect?"But I will go further. If the Thurlows refuse the case (which I do not expect), you can ask their advice, and if they say take it to the police, as they would then be most likely to do, you shall do that.
"That will be a loss of ?6000, which I shall not like; but it will convince the police that you are an innocent man, and that it is Kindell who smuggles drugs.""That is, if he is not their agent?"
"Even then they may be unsure. Have you heard our proverb of those who run with both hare and hounds? It would explain to them why they have been baffled so long. And it would not be the S?ret? here, but Scotland Yard which would have been so befooled. They would be no less disposed to believe it for that. . . . But you lose time, and you may be too late for the best chance we shall have."Gustav went at that, half-convinced, and wholly subdued by the stronger will, and Professor Blinkwell finished his meal with a more peaceful mind than he had had for the last week. Danger had been nearer to him than he would usually allow it to come, but now he saw it moving farther away.He regained the cool self-confidence also, on which he had learnt to rely, but which had been shaken by the doubt of whether he had acted foolishly in regard to the way in which Myra had been employed. But if he had been misled by a subordinate's error, he had not failed to take swift advantage of the opportunity offered by Kindell's arrest, which many might have failed to see.
His only doubt was whether he might not have done better still to instruct Gustav to take the valise straight to the police, with the tale that Kindell had instructed him to give it to Thurlow but that he had feared lest he should be doing something of which the law might not approve. It would certainly cause confusion in the counsels of those who were so uncomfortably close upon him, being of the subtlety with which he had outwitted them often before, but still it would be a loss of ?6000 - of drugs for which British addicts were hungry now. He might do much better than that.Chapter 17 Irene Can Change Her MindGUSTAV KNOCKED AT the door of the Thurlows' flat, and found that the ambassador was alone. "Can I speak to. Miss Thurlow?" he asked, having decided that he would do better with her. Irene was packing in her own room.Her father said curtly: "She is busy now. What do you want?"
Gustav saw that it would be impolitic to appear unwilling to give a frank answer. He said: "It is a message from Mr. Kindell. He asked if you would be kind enough to convey this valise to London on his behalf, if he should be detained here.""Detained by the police?"
"That was how I understood it to be.""Why did he not come himself?"
"How can he come, he being under arrest?"That was news to Mr. Thurlow. Irene and he, having been occupied in packing in their own rooms, may have been the only people in the hotel who were not already aware that Kindell had been removed in the escort of the police.
"Has he been arrested? Is he still in the hotel?""He was taken away about an hour ago."As Gustav answered he observed that Irene had entered the room from its opposite door. Seeing him, and hearing what was I said, she stood still.Her father's questions continued sharply. "Then do the police know of this? Did you bring it with their consent?"
"He gave it to my charge before they had arrived.""Then you must tell him that it is a matter with which I can have nothing to do."
"How can I do that, now that he is gone? It is very awkward for me.""Then you should hand it to the police."
"Mr. Kindell said that it was so small a thing that he was sure mademoiselle would not refuse."This was Gustav's last effort, for the programme of surrendering it to the police was one which even with Professor Blinkwell's permission, he was reluctant to adopt, and it had an immediate effect.