By no ordinary human means was it
possible that Mary Kerry should have known that her husband would come
home at that time, but he was so used to her prescience in this
respect that he offered no comment. She "kenned" his approach always,
and at times when his life had been in danger--and these were not of
infrequent occurrence--Mary Kerry, if sleeping, had awakened,
trembling, though the scene of peril were a hundred miles away, and if
awake had blanched and known a deadly sudden fear.
"Ye'll be goin' to bed?" she asked.
"For three hours, Mary. Don't fail to rouse me if I oversleep."
"Is it clear to ye yet?"
"Nearly clear. The dark thing you saw behind it all, Mary, was dope!
Kazmah's is a secret drug-syndicate. They've appointed a Home office
agent, and he's working independently of us, but . . ."
His teeth came together with a snap.
"Oh, Dan," said his wife, "it's a race? Drugs? A Home office agent?
Dan, they think the Force is in it?"
"They do!" rapped Kerry. "I'm for Leman Street in three hours. If
there's double-dealing behind it, then the mugs are in the East End,
and it's folly, not knavery, I'm looking for. It's a race, Mary, and
the credit of the Service is at stake! No, my dear, I'll have a snack
when I wake.
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