The Home Secretary, a large and worthy gentleman, given to the making of speeches on every excuse, received him, however, with unusual kindness.
"I've sent for you, Mr.Meredith," he said, "about this unfortunate Greek.

I've had all his private papers looked into and translated and in some cases decoded, because as you are probably aware his diaries and a great deal of his correspondence were in a code which called for the attention of experts." T.X.had not troubled himself greatly about Kara's private papers but had handed them over, in accordance with instructions, to the proper authorities.
"Of course, Mr.Meredith," the Home Secretary went on, beaming across his big table, "we expect you to continue your search for the murderer, but I must confess that your prisoner when you secure him will have a very excellent case to put to a jury." "That I can well believe, sir," said T.X.
"Seldom in my long career at the bar," began the Home Secretary in his best oratorical manner, "have I examined a record so utterly discreditable as that of the deceased man." Here he advanced a few instances which surprised even T.X.
"The men was a lunatic," continued the Home Secretary, "a vicious, evil man who loved cruelty for cruelty's sake.

We have in this diary alone sufficient evidence to convict him of three separate murders, one of which was committed in this country." T.X.looked his astonishment.
"You will remember, Mr.Meredith, as I saw in one of your reports, that he had a chauffeur, a Greek named Poropulos." T.X.

nodded.
"He went to Greece on the day following the shooting of Vassalaro," he said.
The Home Secretary shook his head.
"He was killed on the same night," said the Minister, "and you will have no difficulty in finding what remains of his body in the disused house which Kara rented for his own purpose on the Portsmouth Road.

That he has killed a number of people in Albania you may well suppose.