His grey eyes glittered dangerously but his voice was gentle as he picked the jewelled swastika from his servant’s palm. ‘How did you come by this, Max?’ ‘I removed it from Mr Aron’s neck, Excellency.’ ‘What!’ ‘He rang for me, Excellency, and said that he would like a cup of bouillon and when I returned with it he was sleeping, but so strangely that I was alarmed. His tongue was protruding from between his teeth and his face was nearly black; then I saw that his neck was terribly swollen and that a ribbon was cutting deeply into his flesh. I cut the ribbon, fearing that he would choke, the jewel dropped off, so I brought it straight to you.’ ‘All right, you may go. And it’s not necessary to wait up for me, I may be late.’ As the door closed the Duke swung round towards Rex. ‘Simon must have woken the moment Max’s back was turned, pulled on a few clothes, then slipped out of the window and down the fire-escape.’ ‘Sure,’ Rex agreed. ‘He’s well on his way back to St John’s Wood by now.’ ‘Come on, we’ll follow.
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