The Clue of the Twisted Candle
Part 5 out of 5
"That is also my view," said the Chief of the Italian bureau;
"naturally we are greatly interested in all that happens on the
Adriatic littoral. It seems to me that Kara has come to a very
merciful end and I am not inclined to regard a prosecution of Mr.
Lexman with equanimity."
"Well, I guess the political aspect of the case doesn't affect us
very much," said O'Grady, "but as one who was once mighty near
asphyxiated by stirring up the wrong kind of mud, I should leave
the matter where it is."
The Chief Commissioner was deep in thought and Belinda Mary eyed
"Tell them to come in," he said bluntly.
The girl went and brought John Lexman and his wife, and they came
in hand in hand supremely and serenely happy whatever the future
might hold for them. The Chief Commissioner cleared his throat.
"Lexman, we're all very much obliged to you," he said, "for a very
interesting story and a most interesting theory. What you have
done, as I understand the matter," he proceeded deliberately, "is
to put yourself in the murderer's place and advance a theory not
only as to how the murder was actually committed, but as to the
motive for that murder. It is, I might say, a remarkable piece of
reconstruction," he spoke very deliberately, and swept away John
Lexman's astonished interruption with a stern hand, "please wait
and do not speak until I am out of hearing," he growled. "You
have got into the skin of the actual assassin and have spoken most
convincingly. One might almost think that the man who killed
Remington Kara was actually standing before us. For that piece of
impersonation we are all very grateful;" he glared round over his
spectacles at his understanding colleagues and they murmured
He looked at his watch.
"Now I am afraid I must be off," he crossed the room and put out
his hand to John Lexman. "I wish you good luck," he said, and
took both Grace Lexman's hands in his. "One of these days," he
said paternally, "I shall come down to Beston Tracey and your
husband shall tell me another and a happier story."
He paused at the door as he was going out and looking back caught
the grateful eyes of Lexman.
"By the way, Mr. Lexman," he said hesitatingly, "I don't think I
should ever write a story called 'The Clue of the Twisted Candle,'
if I were you."
John Lexman shook his head.
"It will never be written," he said, " - by me."
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