That he did receive a letter, there is considerable evidence," he said as he saw the other hesitate, "because we have the supporting statements of the servant and the postman." "I was here," said the other, deliberately, "and I was present when Mr.
Lexman received a letter." T.X.

nodded.
"A letter written on some brownish paper and rather bulky," he suggested.
Again there was that momentary hesitation.
"I would not swear to the color of the paper or as to the bulk of the letter," he said.
"I should have thought you would," suggested T.X., "because you see, you burnt the envelope, and I presumed you would have noticed that." "I have no recollection of burning any envelope," said the other easily.
"At any rate," T.X.went on, "when Mr.Lexman read this letter out to you..." "To which letter are you referring ?" asked the other, with a lift of his eyebrows.
"Mr.Lexman received a threatening letter," repeated T.X.

patiently, "which he read out to you, and which was addressed to him by Vassalaro.
This letter was handed to you and you also read it.

Mr.Lexman to your knowledge put the letter in his safe--in a steel drawer." The other shook his head, smiling gently.
"I am afraid you've made a great mistake," he said almost apologetically, "though I have a recollection of his receiving a letter, I did not read it, nor was it read to me." The eyes of T.X.narrowed to the very slits and his voice became metallic and hard.
"And if I put you into the box, will you swear, that you did not see that letter, nor read it, nor have it read to you, and that you have no knowledge whatever of such a letter having been received by Mr.Lexman ?" "Most certainly," said the other coolly.
"Would you swear that you have not seen Vassalaro for a week ?" "Certainly," smiled the Greek.
"That you did not in fact see him last night," persisted T.X., "and interview him on the station platform at Lewes, that you did not after leaving him continue on your way to London and then turn your car and return to the neighbourhood of Beston Tracey ?" The Greek was white to the lips, but not a muscle of his face moved.
"Will you also swear," continued T.X.inexorably, "that you did not stand at the corner of what is known as Mitre's Lot and re-enter a gate near to the side where your car was, and that you did not watch the whole tragedy ?" "I'd swear to that," Kara's voice was strained and cracked.
"Would you also swear as to the hour of your arrival in London ?" "Somewhere in the region of ten or eleven," said the Greek.
T.X.

smiled.
"Would you swear that you did not go through Guilford at half-past twelve and pull up to replenish your petrol ?" The Greek had now recovered his self-possession and rose.
"You are a very clever man, Mr.Meredith--I think that is your name ?" "That is my name," said T.X.calmly.