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Sir Ronald Graves drew a cat upon his blotting pad. He looked at the large portly figure of Chief Inspector Davy sitting opposite him and drew a bulldog.

"Ladislaus Malinowski?" he said. "Could be. Got any evidence?"

"No. He'd fit the bill, would he?"

"A daredevil. No nerves. Won the world championship. Bad crash about a year ago. Bad reputation with women. Sources of income doubtful. Spends money here and abroad very freely. Always going to and fro to the Continent. Have you got some idea that he's the man behind these big organized robberies and holdups?"

"I don't think he's the planner. But I think he's in with them."

"Why?"

"For one thing, he runs a Mercedes-Otto car. Racing model. A car answering to that description was seen near Bedhampton on the morning of the mail robbery. Different number plates-but we're used to that. And it's the same stunt-unlike, but not too unlike. FAN 2299 instead of 2266. There aren't so many Mercedes-Otto models of that type about. Lady Sedgwick has one and young Lord Merrivale."

"You don't think Malinowski runs the show?

"No-I think there are better brains than his at the top. But he's in it. I've looked back over the files. Take the holdup at the Midland and West London. Three vans happened-just happened-to block a certain street. A Mercedes-Otto that was on the scene got clear away owing to that block."

"It was stopped later."

"Yes. And given a clean bill of health. Especially as the people who'd reported it weren't sure of the correct number. It was reported as FAM 3366-Malinowski's registration number is FAN 2266. It's all the same picture."

"And you persist in tying it up with Bertram's Hotel. They dug up some stuff about Bertram's for you-"

Father tapped his pocket. "Got it here. Properly registered company. Balance-paid up capital-directors-et cetera, et cetera. Doesn't mean a thing! These financial shows are all the same-just a lot of snakes swallowing each other. Companies, and holding companies-makes your brain reel."

"Come now, Father. That's just a way they have in the City. Has to do with taxation-"

"What I want is the real dope. If you'll give me a chit, sir, I'd like to go and see some top brass."

The A.C. stared at him. "And what exactly do you mean by top brass?"

Father mentioned a name.

The A.C. looked upset. "I don't know about that. I hardly think we dare approach him."

"It might be very helpful."

There was a pause. The two men looked at each other. Father looked bovine, placid, and patient. Sir Ronald gave in.

"You're a stubborn old devil, Fred," he said. "Have it your own way. Go and worry the top brains behind the international financiers of Europe."

"He'll know," said Chief Inspector Davy. "He'll know. And if he doesn't, he can find out by pressing one buzzer on his desk or making one telephone call."

"I don't know that he'll be pleased."

"Probably not," said Father, "but it won't take much of his time. I've got to have authority behind me, though."

"You're really serious about this place, Bertram's, aren't you? But what have you to go on? It's well run, has a good respectable clientele-no trouble with the licensing laws."

"I know-I know. No drinks, no drugs, no gambling, no accommodation for criminals. All pure as the driven snow. No beatniks, no thugs, no juvenile delinquents. Just sober Victorian-Edwardian old ladies, county families, visiting travellers from Boston and the more respectable parts of the U.S.A. All the same, a respectable canon of the church is seen to leave it at three A.M. in the morning in a somewhat surreptitious manner-"

"Who saw that?"

"An old lady."

"How did she manage to see him? Why wasn't she in bed and asleep?"

"Old ladies are like that, sir."

"You're not talking of-what's his name-Canon Pennyfather?"

"That's right, sir. His disappearance was reported and Campbell has been looking into it."

"Funny coincidence-his name's just come up in connection with the mail robbery at Bedhampton."

"Indeed? In what way, sir?"

"Another old lady-or middle-aged anyway. When the train was stopped by that signal that had been tampered with, a good many people woke up and looked out into the corridor. This woman, who lives in Chadminster and knows Canon Pennyfather by sight, says she saw him entering the train by one of the doors. She thought he'd got out to see what was wrong and was getting in again. We were going to follow it up because of his disappearance being reported-"

"Let's see-the train was stopped at five-thirty A.M. Canon Pennyfather left Bertram's Hotel not long after three A.M. Yes, it could be done. If he were driven there-say-in a racing car…"..

"So we're back again to Ladislaus Malinowski!"

The A.C. looked at his blotting pad doodles. "What a bulldog you are, Fred," he said.

Half an hour later Chief Inspector Davy was entering a quiet and rather shabby office.

The large man behind the desk rose and put forward a hand.

"Chief Inspector Davy? Do sit down," he said. "Do you care for a cigar?"

Chief Inspector Davy shook his head.

"I must apologize," he said, in his deep countryman's voice, "for wasting your valuable time."

Mr. Robinson smiled. He was a fat man and very well dressed. He had a yellow face, his eyes were dark and sad-looking and his mouth was large and generous. He frequently smiled to display over-large teeth. "The better to eat you with," thought Chief Inspector Davy irrelevantly. His English was perfect and without accent but he was not an Englishman. Father wondered, as many others had wondered before him, what nationality Mr. Robinson really was.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"I'd like to know," said Chief Inspector Davy, "who owns Bertram's Hotel."

The expression on Mr. Robinson's face did not change. He showed no surprise at hearing the name nor did he show recognition. He said thoughtfully:

"You want to know who owns Bertram's Hotel. That, I think, is in Pond Street, off Piccadilly."

"Quite right, sir."

"I have occasionally stayed there myself. A quiet place. Well run."

"Yes," said Father, "particularly well run."

"And you want to know who owns it? Surely that is easy to ascertain?"

There was a faint irony behind his smile.

"Through the usual channels, you mean? Oh yes." Father took a small piece of paper from his pocket and read out three or four names and addresses.

"I see," said Mr. Robinson, "someone has taken quite a lot of trouble: Interesting. And you come to me?"

"If anyone knows, you would, sir."

"Actually I do not know. But it is true that I have ways of obtaining information. One has"-he shrugged his very large, fat shoulders-"one has contacts."

"Yes, sir," said Father with an impassive face.

Mr. Robinson looked at him, then he picked up the telephone on his desk.

"Sonia? Get me Carlos." He waited a minute or two then spoke again. "Carlos?" He spoke rapidly half a dozen sentences in a foreign language. It was not a language that Father could even recognize.

Father could converse in good British French. He had a smattering of Italian and he could make a guess at plain travellers' German. He knew the sounds of Spanish, Russian and Arabic, though he could not understand them. This language was none of those. At a faint guess he hazarded it might be Turkish or Persian or Armenian, but even of that he was by no means sure. Mr. Robinson replaced the receiver.

"I do not think," he said genially, "that we shall have long to wait. I am interested, you know. Very much interested. I have occasionally wondered myself-"

Father looked inquiring.

"About Bertram's Hotel," said Mr. Robinson. "Financially, you know. One wonders how it can pay. However, it had never been any of my business. And one appreciates"-he shrugged his shoulders-"a comfortable hostelry with an unusually talented personnel and staff. Yes, I have wondered." He looked at Father. "You know how and why?"

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