A citizen of the United
States according to his own account."
"Ye dinna like Juan Mareno?"
"He's a hateful swine!" flashed Kerry, with sudden venom. "I'm
watching Mareno very closely. Coombes is at work upon Sir Lucien's
papers. His life was a bit of a mystery. He seems to have had no
relations living, and I can't find that he even employed a solicitor."
"Ye'll be sairchin' for yon Egyptian?"
"The servant? Yes. We'll have him by the morning, and then we shall
know who Kazmah is. Meanwhile, in which of the offices is Kazmah
hiding?"
Mary Kerry was silent for so long that her husband repeated the
question:
"In which of the offices is Kazmah hiding?"
"In nane," she said dreamily. "Ye surrounded the buildings too late, I
ken."
"Eh!" cried Kerry, turning his head excitedly. "But the man Brisley
was at the door all night!"
"It doesna' matter. They have escapit."
Kerry scratched his close-cropped head in angry perplexity.
"You're always right, Mary," he said. "But hang me if--Never mind!
When we get the servant we'll soon get Kazmah."
"Aye," murmured his wife. "If ye hae na' got Kazmah the now."
"But--Mary! This isn't helping me! It's mystifying me deeper than
ever!"
"It's no' clear eno', Dan.
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