CHAPTER IV
T. X. folded the telegram very carefully and slipped it into his waistcoat pocket.
He favoured the newcomer with a little bow and taking upon himself the honours of the establishment, pushed a chair to his visitor.
“ I think you know my name,” said Kara easily, “I am a friend of poor Lexman's.”
“ So I am told,” said T. X., “but don't let your friendship for Lexman prevent your sitting down.”
For a moment the Greek was nonplussed and then, with a little smile and bow, he seated himself by the writing table.
“ I am very distressed at this happening,” he went on, “and I am more distressed because I feel that as I introduced Lexman to this unfortunate man, I am in a sense responsible.”
“ If I were you,” said T. X., leaning back in the chair and looking half questionin
