But unfortunately it was a dark, misty night, and cars
waiting for club members stand in a narrow side turning. Mareno is a
surly brute, and he might have waited an hour without speaking to a
soul. Unless another chauffeur happened to notice and recognize the
car nobody would be any wiser."
The Assistant Commissioner sighed, glancing up for the first time.
"You don't think he waited outside the club at all?" he said.
"I don't, sir!" rapped Kerry.
The Assistant Commissioner rested his head upon his hand again.
"It doesn't seem to be germane to your case, Chief Inspector, in any
event. There is no question of an alibi. Sir Lucien's wrist-watch was
broken at seven-fifteen--evidently at the time of his death; and this
man Mareno does not claim to have left the flat until after that
hour."
"I know it, sir," said Kerry. "He took out the car at half-past seven.
What I want to know is where he went to!"
The Assistant Commissioner glanced rapidly into the speaker's fierce
eyes.
"From what you have gathered respecting the appearance of Kazmah, does
it seem possible that Mareno may be Kazmah?"
"It does not, sir. Kazmah has been described to me, at first hand and
at second hand. All descriptions tally in one respect: Kazmah has
remarkably large eyes.
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