The Sleuth of St. James's Square by Melville Davisson Post


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Page 131

The big Highlander came over where I stood. The burr of his
speech and its sacred imagery were gone with his change of dress.

"No," he said, "they escaped the thing they feared . . . . What
do you think it was?"

"I don't know," I answered. "The creature in the English uniform
said that it did not die, nor wax old, nor grow weary."

"Ram Chad was right," replied the Highlander. "The British
government neither dies, ages, nor tires out. Do you realize
what your uncle was doing here?"

"Molding images of Buddha," I said.

"Molding Indian rupees," he retorted.

"The Buddha business was a blind . . . . I'm Sir Henry Marquis,
Chief of the Criminal Investigation Department of Scotland Yard .
. . . We got track of him in India."

Then he added:

"There's a hundred thousand sterling in false coin at the bottom
of the loch yonder!"





End of Project Gutenberg's The Sleuth of St. James's Square, by M. D. Post

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