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"Now, what on earth do you make of that?" Leverton asked.
"I don't make anything out of it," said Scarsdale. "It looks to me like the word of my eccentric friend John Smith. It is just his jerky way of doing things. He loves mysteries as a conjuror loves them. He wants to puzzle you all the time and be in the secret himself. That is what he calls dramatic effect. When he left me comparatively early this evening he said that perhaps he would send me a telegram very late this evening. That has obviously been despatched per telephone. You can't telegraph from Fairford late at night, but they take in messages and you have to pay extra for delivery."