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"Where do you think they went?" asked Seton quietly, watching Kerry.
"Well," rapped Kerry, "I think the same as you. I've got two eyes and
I can see out of both of them."
"And you think?"
"I think they went to the Jose Santos Company, of Buenos Ayres!"
"Right!" cried Seton. "I feel sure of it. We may never know how it was
all arranged or who was concerned, but I am convinced that Mr. Isaacs,
lessee of the Cubanis Cigarette Company offices, Mr. Jacobs (my
landlord!), Mohammed el-Kazmah--whoever he may be--the untraceable
Mrs. Sin Sin Wa, and another, were all shareholders of the Jose Santos
company."
"I'm with you. By 'another' you mean?"
"Sir Lucien! It's horrible, but I'm afraid it's true."
They became silent for a while. Kerry chewed and Seton smoked. Then:
"The significance of the fact that Sir Lucien's study window was no
more than forty paces across the leads from a well-oiled window of the
Cubanis Company will not have escaped you," said Seton. "I performed
the journey just ahead of you, I believe. Then Sir Lucien had lived in
Buenos Ayres; that was before he came into the title, and at a time, I
am told, when he was not overburdened with wealth. His man, Mareno, is
indisputably some kind of a South American, and he can give no
satisfactory account of his movements on the night of the murder.
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