I don't hope to succeed in extracting the confidence in the case of Lady Bartholomew, which he denied me over poor Lexman." "I suppose you'll never give up hope of seeing Mr.Lexman again," smiled Mansus, busily arranging a new blotting pad.
Before T.X.could answer there came a knock at the door, and a uniformed policeman, entered.

He saluted T.X.
"They've just sent an urgent letter across from your office, sir.

I said I thought you were here." He handed the missive to the Commissioner.

T.X.took it and glanced at the typewritten address.

It was marked "urgent" and "by hand." He took up the thin, steel, paper-knife from the desk and slit open the envelope.