I've seen
him."
"And who was his client?" asked the Assistant Commissioner, displaying
a faint trace of interest.
"A certain Mr. Isaacs!"
"Who can be traced?"
"Who can't be traced!"
"His checks?"
Chief Inspector Kerry smiled, so that his large white teeth gleamed
savagely.
"Mr. Isaacs represented himself as a dealer in Covent Garden who was
leasing the office for a lady friend, and who desired, for domestic
reasons, to cover his tracks. As ready money in large amounts changes
hands in the market, Mr. Isaacs paid ready money to the agent. Beyond
doubt the real source of the ready money was Kazmah's."
"But his address?"
"A hotel in Covent Garden."
"Where he lives?"
"Where he is known to the booking-clerk, a girl who allowed him to
have letters addressed there. A man of smoke, sir, acting on behalf of
someone in the background."
"Ah! and these Bond Street premises have been occupied by Kazmah for
the past eight years?"
"So I am told. I have yet to see representatives of the landlord. I
may add that Sir Lucien Pyne had lived in Albemarle Street for about
the same time."
Wearily raising his head:
"The point is certainly significant," said the Assistant Commissioner.
"Now we come to the drug traffic, Chief Inspector.
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