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A wild hope leapt to Beale’s heart.
“Then it cheap north face jackets has failed! The rust has not answered—-?”
But Milsom shook his head wearily.
“The rust is all that he thinks–and then some,” he said. “No, it isn’t that. It is in the work of organization where the hitch has occurred. You know something of the story. Van Heerden has agents in every country in the world. He has spent nearly a North Face Sale hundred thousand pounds in perfecting his working plans, and I’m willing to admit that they are wellnigh perfect. Such slight mistakes as sending men to South Africa and Australia where the crops are six months later than the European and American harvests may be forgiven, because the German thinks longitudinally, and north and south are the two points of the compass which he never bothers his head about. If the Germans had been a seafaring people they’d have discovered America before Columbus, but north face sale they would never have found the North Pole or rounded the Cape in a million years.”
He paused, and they saw the flicker of a smile north face outlet in his weary eyes.
“The whole scheme is under van Heerden’s hand. At the word ‘Go’ thousands of his agents begin their work of destruction–but the word must come from him. He has so centralized his scheme that if he died suddenly without that word being uttered, the work of years would come to naught. I guess he is suspicious of everybody, including his new Government. For the best part of a year he has been arranging and planning. Wit north face gilet h the assistance of a girl, a compatriot of his, he has reduced all things to order. In every country is a principal agent who possesses a copy of a simple code. At the proper moment van Heerden would cable a word which meant ‘Get busy’ or ‘Hold off until you he north face arctic parka ar from me,’ or ‘Abandon scheme for this year and collect cultures.’ I happen to be word-perfect in the meanings of the code words because van Heerden has so often drummed them into me.”
“What are the code words?”
“I’m coming to that,” nodded Milsom. “Van Heerden is the type of scientist that never trusts his memory. You find that kind in all the school–they usually spend their time making the most complete and detailed notes, and their studies are packed with memoranda. Yet he had a wonderful memory for the commonplace things–for example, in the plain English of his three messages he was word perfect. He could t North Face Sale UK ell you off-hand the names and addresses of all his agents. But when it came to scientific data his mind was a blank until he consulted his authorities. It seemed that once he made a note his mind was incapable o http://northfacesaler.weebly.com/ f retaining the information he had committed to paper. That, as I say, is a phenomenon which is not infrequently met with amongst men of science.”
“And he had committed the code to paper?” asked Kitson.
“I am coming to that. After the fire at the Paddington works, van Heerden said the time had come to make a get away. He was going to the Continent, I was to sail for Canada. ‘Before you go,’ he said, ‘I will give you the code–but I am afraid that I cannot do that until after ten o’clock.'”
McNorton was scribbling notes in shorthand and carefully circled the hour.
“We went back to his flat and had breakfast together–it was then about five o’clock. He packed a few things and I particularly noticed that he looked very north face of the eiger carefully at the interior of a little grip which he had brought the previous night from Staines. He was so f Cheap North Face Sale urtive, carrying the bag to the light of the window, that I supposed he was consulting his code, and I wondered why he should defer giving me the information until ten o’clock. Anyway, I could swear he took something from the bag and slipped it into his pocket. We left the flat soon after and drove to a railway station where the baggage was left. Van Heerden had given me bank-notes for a thousand pounds in case we should be separated, and I went on to the house in South London. You needn’t ask me where it is because van Heerden is not there.”
He gulped again at the wine.
“At eleven o’clock van Heerden came back,” resumed Milsom, “and if ever a man was panic-stricken it was he–the long and the short of it is that the code was mislaid.”
“Mislaid!” Beale was staggered.
Here was farce interpolated into tragedy–the most grotes north face fleece que, the most unbelievable farce.
“Mislaid,” said Milsom. “He did not say as much, but I gathered north face sale from the few disjointed words he flung at me that the code was not irredeemably lost; in fact, I have reason to believe that he knows where it is. It was after that that van Heerden started in to do some tall cursing of me, my country, my decadent race and the like. Things have been strained all the afternoon. To-night they reached a climax. He wanted me to help him in a burglary–and burglary is not my forte. north face size chart ”
“What did he want to burgle?” asked McNorton, with professional interest.
“Ah! There you have me! It was the question I asked and he refused to answer. I was to put myself in his hands and there was to be some shooting if, as he thought likely, a caretaker was left on the premises to be entered. I told him flat–we were sitting on Wandsworth Common at the time–that he could leave me out, and that is where we became mutually offensive.”
He looked at his maimed hand.
“I dressed it roughly at a chemist’s. The iodine open dressing isn’t beautiful, but it is antiseptic. He shot to kill, too, there’s no doubt about that. A very perfect little gentleman!”
“He’s in London?” said McNorton. “That simplifies matters.”
“To my mind it complicates rather than simplifies,” said Beale. “London is a vast proposition. Can you give us a north face ny idea as to the hour the burglary was planned for?”
“Eleven,” said Milsom promptly, “that is to say, in a little over an hour’s time.”
“And you have no idea of the locality?”
“Somewhere in the East of London. We were to have met at Aldgate.”
“I don’t understand it,” said McNorton. “Do you suggest that the code is in the hands of somebody who is not willing to part with it? And now that he no longer needs it for you, is there any reason why he should wait?”
“Every reason,” replied Milsom, and Stanford Beale nodded in agreement. “It was not only for me he wanted it. He as good as told me that unless he recovered it he would be unable to communicate with his men.”
“What do you think he’ll do?”
“He’ll get Bridgers to assist him. Bridgers is a pretty sore man, and the doctor knows just where he can find him.”
As Oliva listened an idea slowly dawned in her mind that she might supply a solution to the mystery of the missing code. It was a wildly improbable theory she held, but even so slender a possibility was not to be discarded. She slipped from the group and went back to her room. For the accommodation of his ward, James Kitson had taken the adjoining suite to his own and had secured a lady’s maid from an agency for the girl’s service. She passed through the sitting-room to her own bedroom, and found the maid putting the room ready for the night.
“Minnie,” she said, throwing a quick glance about the apartment, “where did you put the clothes I took off when I came?”
“Here, miss.”
The girl opened the wardrobe and Oliva made a hurried search.
“Did you find–anything, a little ticket?”
The girl smiled.
“Oh yes, miss. It was in your stocking.”
Oliva laughed.
“I suppose you thought it was rather queer, finding that sort of thing in a girl’s stocking,” she asked, but the maid was busily opening the drawers of the dressing-table in search of something.
“Here it is, miss.”
She held a small square ticket in her hand and held it with such disapproving primness that Oliva nearly laughed.
“I found it in your stocking, miss,” she said again.
“Quite right,” said Oliva coolly, “that’s where I put it. I always carry my pawn tickets in my stocking.”
The admirable Minnie sniffed.
“I suppose you have never seen such a thing,” smiled Oliva, “and you hardly knew what it was.”
The lady’s maid turned very red. She had unfortunately seen many such certificates of penury, but all that was part of her private life, and she had been shocked beyond measure to be confronted with this too-familiar evidence of impecuniosity in the home of a lady who represented to her an assured income and comfortable pickings.
Oliva went back to her sitting-room and debated the matter. It was a sense of diffidence, the fear of making herself ridiculous, which arrested her. Otherwise she might have flown into the room, declaimed her preposterous theories and leave these clever men to work out the details. She opened the door and with the ticket clenched in her hand stepped into the room.
If they had missed her after she had left nobody saw her return. They were sitting in a group about the table, firing questions at the big unshaven man who had made such a dramatic e

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