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`Perfectly.Always.Under every circumstance.What could stop me? Why should I not? Why should I think twice about it?'

Ossipon gasped, as it were, discreetly.

`Do you mean to say you would hand it over to a tec if one came to ask you for your wares?'

The other smiled faintly.

`Let them come and try it on, and you will see,' he said.`They know me, but I know also every one of them.They won't come near me - not they.'

His thin, livid lips snapped together firmly.Ossipon began to argue.

`But they could send someone - rig a plant on you.Don't you see? Get the stuff from you in that way, and then arrest you with the proof in their hands.'

`Proof of what? Dealing in explosives without a licence perhaps.' This was meant for a contemptuous jeer, though the expression of the thin, sickly man remained unchanged, and the utterance was negligent.`I don't think there's one of them anxious to make that arrest.I don't think they could get one of them to apply for a warrant.I mean one of the best.Not one.'

`Why?' Ossipon asked.

`Because they know very well I take care never to part with the last handful of my wares.I've it always by me.' He touched the breast of his coat lightly.`In a thick glass flask,' he added.

`So I have been told,' said Ossipon, with a shade of wonder in his voice.

`But I didn't know if--'

`They know,' interrupted the little man, crisply, leaning against the straight chair back, which rose higher than his fragile head.`I shall never be arrested.The game isn't good enough for any policeman of them all.To deal with a man like me you require sheer, naked, inglorious heroism.'

Again his lips closed with a self-confident snap.Ossipon repressed a movement of impatience.

`Or recklessness - or simply ignorance,' he retorted.`They've only to get somebody for the job who does not know you carry enough stuff in your pocket to blow yourself and everything within sixty yards of you to pieces.'

`I never affirmed I could not be eliminated,' rejoined the other.`But that wouldn't be an arrest.Moreover, it's not so easy as it looks.'

`Bah!' Ossipon contradicted.`Don't be too sure of that.What's to prevent half a dozen of them jumping upon you from behind in the street? With your arms pinned to your sides you could do nothing - could you?'

`Yes; I could.I am seldom out in the streets after dark,' said the little man, impassively, `and never very late.I walk always with my right hand closed round the india-rubber ball which I have in my trouser pocket.

The pressing of this ball actuates a detonator inside the flask I carry in my pocket.It's the principle of the pneumatic instantaneous shutter for a camera lens.The tube leads up--'

With a swift, disclosing gesture he gave Ossipon a glimpse of an indiarubber tube, resembling a slender brown worm, issuing from the armhole of his waistcoat and plunging into the inner breast pocket of his jacket.His clothes, of a nondescript brown mixture, were threadbare and marked with stains, dusty in the folds, with ragged button-holes.`The detonator is partly mechanical, partly chemical,' he explained, with casual condescension.

`It is instantaneous, of course?' murmured Ossipon, with a slight shudder.

`Far from it,' confessed the other, with a reluctance which seemed to twist his mouth dolorously.`A full twenty seconds must elapse from the moment I press the ball till the explosion takes place.'

`Phew!' whistled Ossipon, completely appalled.`Twenty seconds! Horrors!

You mean to say that you could face that? I should go crazy--'

`Wouldn't matter if you did.Of course, it's the weak point of this special system, which is only for my own use.The worst is that the manner of exploding is always the weak point with us.I am trying to invent a detonator that would adjust itself to all conditions of action, and even to unexpected changes of conditions.A variable and yet perfectly precise mechanism.A really intelligent detonator.'

`Twenty seconds,' muttered Ossipon again.`Ough! And then--'

With a slight turn of the head the glitter of the spectacles seemed to gauge the size of the beer saloon in the basement of the renowned Silenus Restaurant.

`Nobody in this room could hope to escape,' was the verdict of that survey.`Nor yet this couple going up the stairs now.'

The piano at the foot of the staircase clanged through a mazurka with brazen impetuosity, as though a vulgar and impudent ghost were showing off.The keys sank and rose mysteriously.Then all became still.For a moment Ossipon imagined the over-lighted place changed into a dreadful black hole belching horrible fumes, choked with ghastly rubbish of smashed brickwork and mutilated corpses.He had such a distinct perception of ruin and death that he shuddered again.The other observed, with an air of calm sufficiency:

`In the last instance it is character alone that makes for one's safety.

There are very few people in the world whose character is as well established as mine.'

`I wonder how you managed it,' growled Ossipon.

`Force of personality,' said the other, without raising his voice; and coming from the mouth of that obviously miserable organism the assertion caused the robust Ossipon to bite his lower lip.`Force of personality,'

he repeated, with ostentatious calm.

`I have the means to make myself deadly, but that by itself, you understand, is absolutely nothing in the way of protection.What is effective is the belief those people have in my will to use the means.That's their impression.

It is absolute.Therefore I am deadly.'

`There are individuals of character amongst that lot, too,' muttered Ossipon ominously.