"Not exactly here--this is merely the office; but at our establishment
proper in Limehouse."...
"Limehouse!"
"Certainly. Although you seem to be unaware of the fact, Soames,
there are some charming resorts in Limehouse; and your duties, for the
present, will confine you to one of them."
"But--but," hesitated Soames, "the police"...
"Unless my information is at fault," said Gianapolis, "the police have
no greater chance of paying us a visit, now, than they had formerly."...
"But Mrs. Leroux"...
"Mrs. Leroux!"
Gianapolis twirled around in the chair, his eyes squinting
demoniacally:--"Mrs. Leroux!"
"She--she"...
"What about Mrs. Leroux?"
"Isn't she dead?"
"Dead! Mrs. Leroux! You are laboring under a strange delusion, Soames.
The lady whom you saw was not Mrs. Leroux."
Soames' brain began to fail him again.
"Then who," he began....
"That doesn't concern you in the least, Soames. But what does concern
you is this: your connection, and my connection, with the matter cannot
possibly be established by the police. The incident is regrettable, but
the emergency was dealt with--in time. It represents a serious deficit,
unfortunately, and your own usefulness, for the moment, becomes nil; but
we shall have to look after you, I suppose, and hope for better things
in the future.
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