He has had extensive alterations made to the house he bought in Cadogan Square; the room in which he lives is practically a safe." Sir George raised his eyebrows.
"A safe," he repeated.
T.X.

nodded.
"A safe," he said; "its walls are burglar proof, floor and roof are reinforced concrete, there is one door which in addition to its ordinary lock is closed by a sort of steel latch which he lets fall when he retires for the night and which he opens himself personally in the morning.

The window is unreachable, there are no communicating doors, and altogether the room is planned to stand a siege." The Chief Commissioner was interested.
"Any more ?" he asked.
"Let me think," said T.X., looking up at the ceiling.

"Yes, the interior of his room is plainly furnished, there is a big fireplace, rather an ornate bed, a steel safe built into the wall and visible from its outer side to the policeman whose beat is in that neighborhood." "How do you know all this ?" asked the Chief Commissioner.
"Because I've been in the room," said T.X.simply, "having by an underhand trick succeeded in gaining the misplaced confidence of Kara's housekeeper, who by the way"-- he turned round to his desk and scribbled a name on the blotting-pad--"will be discharged to-morrow and must be found a place." "Is there any--er-- ?" began the Chief.
"Funny business ?" interrupted T.X., "not a bit.

House and man are quite normal save for these eccentricities.