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Page 29
A dim form loomed up through the fog.
"My name is Peters, sir. Inspector Preston knows me."
Kerry had paused immediately under a street lamp, and now he
looked into the pinched, lean face of the speaker, and:
"I've heard of you," he snapped. "Got some information for me?"
"I think so; but walk on."
Chief Inspector Kerry hesitated. Peters belonged to a class
which Kerry despised with all the force of his straightforward
character. A professional informer has his uses from the police
point of view; and while evidence of this kind often figured in
reports made to the Chief Inspector, he personally avoided
contact with such persons, as he instinctively and daintily
avoided contact with personal dirt. But now, something so big
was at stake that his hesitation was only momentary.
A vision of the pale face of Lady Rourke, of the golden head
leaning weakly back upon the cushions of the coupe, as he had
glimpsed it in Bond Street, rose before his mind's eye as if
conjured up out of the fog. Peters shuffled along beside him,
and:
"Young Chada's done himself in to-night," continued the husky
voice. "He brought a swell girl to the old man's house an hour
ago. I was hanging about there, thinking I might get some
information. I think she was doped."
"Why?" snapped Kerry.
"Well, I was standing over on the other side of the street. Lou
Chada opened the door with a key; and when the light shone out I
saw him carry her in."
"Carry her in?"
"Yes. She was in evening dress, with a swell cloak."
"The car?"
"He came out again and drove it around to the garage at the
back."
"Why didn't you report this at once?"
"I was on my way to do it when I saw you coming out of Malay
Jack's."
The man's voice shook nervously, and:
"What are you scared about?" asked Kerry savagely. "Got anything
else to tell me?"
"No, no," muttered Peters. "Only I've got an idea he saw me."
"Who saw you?"
"Lou Chada."
"What then?"
"Well, only--don't leave me till we get to the station."
Kerry blew down his nose contemptuously, then stopped suddenly.
"Stand still," he ordered. "I want to listen."
Silent, they stood in a place of darkness, untouched by any
lamplight. Not a sound reached them through the curtain of fog.
Asiatic mystery wrapped them about, but Kerry experienced only
contempt for the cowardice of his companion, and:
"You need come no farther," he said coldly. "Good night."
"But------" began the man.
"Good night," repeated Kerry.
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