.. Mr. King. The first part of
my mission I have performed successfully; but the second"... again he
shrugged, and the lines of his mouth were humorous.
Dr. Cumberly began to walk up and down the carpet.
"Poor Leroux!" he muttered--"poor Leroux."
"Ah! poor Leroux, indeed," said Max. "He is so typical a victim of this
most infernal group!"
"What!" Dr. Cumberly turned in his promenade and stared at the
detective--"he's not the only one?"
"My dear sir," said Max, gently, "the victims of Mr. King are truly as
the sands of Arabia."
"Good heavens!" muttered Dr. Cumberly; "good heavens!"
"I came immediately to London," continued Max, "and presented myself at
New Scotland Yard. There I discovered that my inquiry was complicated by
a ghastly crime which had been committed in the flat of Mr. Leroux; but
I learned, also, that Mr. King was concerned in this crime--his name had
been found upon a scrap of paper clenched in the murdered woman's hand!"
"I was present when it was found," said Dr. Cumberly.
"I know you were," replied Max. "In short, I discovered that the Palace
Mansions murder case was my case, and that my case was the Palace
Mansions case. Eh bien! the mystery of the Paris draft did not detain me
long. A call upon the manager of the London County and Suburban Bank at
Charing Cross revealed to me the whole plot.
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