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. "There has been, no need
for me to change it as often as you have found the necessity."

He saw the fire blazing in the other's eyes and knew that his shot
had gone home.

"I am afraid I must go," said Kara. "I came here intending to see
Mrs. Lexman, and I had no idea that I should meet a policeman."

"My dear Mr. Kara," said T. X.,rising and lighting a cigarette,
"you will go through life enduring that unhappy experience."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I say. You will always be expecting to meet one
person, and meeting another, and unless you are very fortunate
indeed, that other will always be a policeman."

His eyes twinkled for he had recovered from the gust of anger
which had swept through him.