When Dan and Mrs. Bolstreath arrived they found that the house had been thrown open to the public, so to speak. That is, there was a crowd at the entrance-gates, many people in the grounds, and not a few in the very mansion itself. There was not much difficulty in guessing that Marcus Penn’s death had drawn7 a morbid8 multitude into the neighbourhood wherein he had come to his untimely end. Moreover, the inquest was to be held in the house, and the public desired ardently9 to hear if the verdict would be “suicide!” “Murder!” or merely “Accident!” In any case, sensational10 developments were expected, since the death of the secretary was both violent and unexpected. As a barrister, Curberry assisted the law in every possible way and had permitted the inquest to take place in the house instead of ordering the body of the unfortunate man to be removed to the nearest mortuary. Everyone commented on his kindness in this respect, and approved of his consideration. For the time being Curberry was more popular than he had ever been before.
As Dan walked up the short avenue, and noted11 the disorganisation of the establishment, he made a significant remark to the agitated12 chaperon. “I don’t think that Curberry will have much time to give to Lillian. All the better isn’t it?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” said Mrs. Bolstreath, much flustered13.
“Well, Penn must have concealed14 his confession15 somewhere about the house, so if Lillian wishes to find it, she must get rid of Curberry somehow.”
“But wouldn’t it be wise of her to tell him and ask him to assist in the search?” suggested the lady.
“No. If Penn wished Curberry to see his confession, he would have given it to him for delivery to Lillian. He doesn’t want Curberry to see what he has written. H’m”— Dan reflected that he had used the present tense — “I forgot that the poor chap is dead.”
“But surely,” Mrs. Bolstreath’s voice sank to a horrified16 whisper, “surely you don’t think that Lord Curberry has anything to do with these horrible people you have been telling me about?”
“I say nothing — because I know nothing — for certain, that is. I only suspect — er — well — that Curberry may be in the swim. Now don’t go and give away the show by changing your manner towards the man,” continued Halliday, hastily; “act as you have always acted and, indeed, I want you to make yourself as agreeable as possible. Take him away if you can, and leave me alone with Lillian.”
“But for what reason?”
“Well, if Curberry is mixed up in this shady business he will not leave Lillian alone. He may wonder, and probably does, at her unexpected presence here, on this day of all days; therefore he may suspect a confession by his secretary, and will keep his eyes open.”
“Oh, you go too far,” cried Mrs. Bolstreath, fanning herself with her handkerchief.
“Perhaps I do,” assented17 Dan, in a very dry tone; “but in a case like this it is just as well to take all necessary precautions. And in any case Curberry will haunt Lillian’s footsteps until she is out of the house, if only to find out why she paid this unnecessary visit.”
“He can ask her,” said the chaperon curtly18.
“He won’t, if he is what I suspect him to be. But there, I may be accusing the man wrongfully.”
“I’m sure you are. Lord Curberry is a perfect gentleman.”
“Perfect gentlemen have been discovered doing shady things before now. However, you understand the comedy we have arranged. You have come to fetch Lillian back, and I came to escort you. Then get Curberry away on some pretext19 and let me have ten minutes talk with Lillian. Understand?”
“Yes,” gasped20 Mrs. Bolstreath; “but I don’t like these things.”
“One can’t touch pitch without being defiled,” quoted Dan, cynically21, as they arrived at the open hall door; “we wish to see Lord Curberry.”
This last question was addressed to a footman, who came to meet them. He recognised Mrs. Bolstreath as having been in the house before with Miss Moon, so readily explained that the young lady was with his master in the drawing-room. Everything was so upset with the inquest, that he never thought of asking for a card, so conducted the visitors to where Lord Curberry was entertaining the girl. Having announced the names and fairly pushed them into the room, the footman departed in a hurry, as there was much excitement amongst the servants and he wished to hear all that was being said. Had not Curberry been attending to Lillian, he would have kept better order, as he was a severe master, and expected decency22 under all circumstances. But no doubt he also was disturbed by the unusual invasion of his house.
“My-dear-Lillian,” cried Mrs. Bolstreath, in large capitals, and advancing towards the end of the room, where Lillian was seated, looking uncomfortable, “my dear Lillian!” She glared at Lord Curberry.
The gentleman had evidently been pressing his suit, a proceeding23 which sufficiently explained Miss Moon’s discomfort24. He was as cadaverous as ever in his looks, and his pale-blue eyes, thin lips and general sneering26 expression struck Dan afresh as uncommonly27 unpleasant. The man flushed to a brick red under Mrs. Bolstreath’s glare and hastened to excuse himself. “I am not to blame, I assure you,” he said, hurriedly.
“Blame!” echoes Lillian, with a thankful glance at the sight of her lover, “why do you say ‘blame’, Lord Curberry?”
“You ask that?” said Mrs. Bolstreath, plumping down indignantly, “when you go away without my knowledge to pay an unauthorised visit to a — a — a bachelor. If I thought that Lord Curberry —”
“I am not to blame,” said that gentleman again with a scowl28, for he did not like to stand on the defensive29.
“Of course you aren’t,” remarked Miss Moon, easily, and with another glance at Dan to point her words. “I saw in the paper that poor Mr. Penn was dead, and as he had been my dear father’s secretary I came on the impulse of the moment to learn exactly what had happened.”
Curberry nodded acquiescence30. “I have explained the circumstance to Miss Moon and I shall explain matters to you, Mrs. Bolstreath! As for Mr. Halliday,” he frowned at Dan, “I don’t know why he has come.”
“To escort me, at my request,” said Mrs. Bolstreath, coldly. “It was necessary for me to call here, and take Lillian home. Why did you come?” she asked again.
“To hear about Mr. Penn,” repeated Lillian, rather crossly. “I have been telling you so for the last few minutes.”
“I am curious about Penn’s death myself,” said Dan, agreeably; “did he commit suicide?”
Curberry wheeled at the word. “Why should he commit suicide?” he demanded with suspicion written on every line of his clean-shaven face.
Dan shrugged31 his shoulder. “I’m sure I can’t say,” he answered good-humouredly; “only a man in good health isn’t found drowned unless he has some reason to get into the pond.”
“Penn was not in good health,” said Curberry, sharply; “he was always complaining and did his work so badly that I intended to give him notice.”
“Perhaps he committed suicide because you did.”
“No. I did not tell him to go, and, after all, I can’t say that he did kill himself. He was all right at luncheon33 yesterday, which was when I last set eyes on him. I went to town and returned at five o’clock to hear that he was dead. One of the servants walking in the park found his body in the ornamental34 water at the bottom of the garden.”
“Did anyone push him in?” asked Mrs. Bolstreath.
“I think not. He was on good terms with the servants, although not popular in any way. No one in my employment would have murdered him, and, as the gates were closed and no one called between luncheon and five o’clock yesterday, it is quite certain that he was not murdered by a stranger. In fact, I don’t believe he was murdered at all.”
“Suicide, then?” suggested Dan once more, and again Curberry looked at him unpleasantly, as if not relishing35 the idea.
“So far as I saw he had no intention of committing suicide,” he said in cold manner; “however, the evidence at the inquest will settle the matter.”
“I expect he didn’t look where he was going and fell in,” said Lillian suddenly. “Mr. Penn was always absent-minded you know.”
“I frequently found him so,” remarked Curberry grimly; “he made a great mess of his work occasionally. I am inclined to agree with you, Miss Moon.”
“Well,” said Dan, after a pause, “let us settle that Penn fell in by accident, until we hear the verdict of the jury. When does the inquest take place?”
“In another hour,” responded the host, glancing at his watch; “I was just impressing upon Miss Moon the necessity of returning home when you arrived. I have to be present, of course, so as to state what I know of Penn.”
“You will give him a good character?” asked Halliday, pointedly36.
Curberry stared in a supercilious37 way. “The best of characters,” he said. “I had no fault to find with him save that he was absent-minded, a quality which no doubt accounts for his death, poor chap.”
“Well, well, it’s all very sad,” said Mrs. Bolstreath in a matter of fact way; “but all our talking will not bring the poor man back. Lillian, child, we must go home, now that your curiosity is satisfied. But first I shall ask Lord Curberry to give me some of those hot-house flowers I see yonder,” and she nodded towards a conservatory38, which could be entered from the drawing-room by means of a French window.
“Oh, I shall be charmed,” said Curberry, with alacrity39; “and perhaps Miss Moon will come also to choose the flowers.”
“I can wait here,” replied Lillian, carelessly. “I have every confidence in Mrs. Bolstreath’s choice.”
Curberry scowled40 at Dan, for he understood well enough that Lillian wished to remain with his rival. However, he could make no further objection without appearing rude, so he moved reluctantly towards the conservatory beside the chaperon. Yet Dan saw plainly that he was determined41 not to lose sight of the two, for he plucked the flowers which were directly in front of the French window, and thus could gain a view of the young couple every now and then, when facing round to speak with Mrs. Bolstreath. Lillian noticed this espionage42, also, and whispered to Dan, who had sauntered across the room close to her elbow.
“He won’t let us out of his sight,” said Lillian, rapidly, “and I can’t get to the library, although I have been trying all the time.”
“Why do you wish to get to the library?” asked Dan, in a low voice.
Lillian rose suddenly and dropped a piece of paper. “Put your foot on it and pick it up when he is not looking,” she said, swiftly; “hush, he’s coming back,” and then she raised her voice as Curberry returned to the room. “Of course Mr. Penn was always nervous. I really think his health was bad.”
“Still on the disagreeable subject of the death,” remarked Curberry, who had a handful of flowers to offer. “I wish you wouldn’t think of these things, Lillian — I beg pardon, Miss Moon. Please take these flowers and let me escort you and Mrs. Bolstreath out of the house. Its atmosphere is uncomfortable just now.”
He took no notice of Dan, but offered his arm to Lillian. With a swift glance at her lover, at Mrs. Bolstreath, at the room, the flowers, at anything save Dan’s right foot, which was placed firmly on the scrap43 of paper, she accepted his offer. The chaperon followed, and when Curberry’s back was turned she noticed that Halliday stooped swiftly to pick up the paper. But that he gave her a warning glance she would have asked an indiscreet question. As it was, she went after her host and pupil, walking beside Dan, who had now slipped the paper into his trousers pocket. But Mrs. Bolstreath could not restrain her curiosity altogether.
“What is it?” she whispered, as they walked into the entrance hall.
“Nothing! Nothing!” he replied, softly. “take Lillian home at once. I shall follow later,” and with this Mrs. Bolstreath was obliged to be content, although she was desperately44 anxious to know more.
“I wish I could escort you home,” said Curberry, as the two ladies and he stood on the steps; “but my duty keeps me here for the inquest. Perhaps Mr. Halliday will oblige.”
“I am afraid not,” said Dan, stolidly45. “I promised to meet my friend Mr. Laurance here. He is coming about the matter of Penn’s death. Why, there he is.” And sure enough, at a moment that could not have been better chosen, Freddy appeared advancing up the avenue.
“Well,” said Mrs. Bolstreath, catching46 a significant glance from Dan. “We are not able to wait and chat. Lord Curberry, we detain you.”
“No! no! Let me walk for some distance with you,” cried Curberry, and bareheaded as he was he strolled down the avenue between the two ladies. Laurance took off his hat and Lillian bowed graciously, as did Mrs. Bolstreath. But Lord Curberry took no notice of the reporter beyond a rude stare.
“That’s just as it should be,” remarked Halliday, watching the man’s retreating form, while Freddy came up to him; “you’re just the man we want.”
“We?” echoed Laurance, glancing round.
“Lillian and myself. See here, this is the note sent by Penn to her, and it asks her to do something which she has not been able to accomplish owing to our noble friend’s vigilance.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m just going to find out. I haven’t read the note as yet,” and with a second glance to make sure that Curberry was at a safe distance Dan opened the piece of paper, and read it hurriedly. A moment later he slipped it again into his pocket and took Freddy’s arm. “It’s only a few lines saying that Penn has left a document which he wishes Lillian to read. It is to be found between the pages of the second volume of Gibbon’s ‘Decline and Fall’. Hum! So that is why Lillian wished to get into the library.”
“Let me go,” said Freddy, eagerly.
“No! no! You catch Curberry as he returns and keep him in conversation on some plea or other. Then I can slip into the house and seek the library without being noticed.”
“Won’t the servants —”
“Oh, the house is all upset this day with the inquest, and everyone is wandering about more or less at large. I’ll chance it.”
“But if Lord Curberry asks for you?”
“Say that I am in the library and that I am waiting to have an interview.”
“On what subject?” asked Laurance, rather puzzled by this scheming.
“I’ll find the subject,” said Dan, retreating towards the door of the house; “all I want is five minutes in the library to find the confession. Detain Curberry for that time. Here he is coming back and here I am going forward.”
As he spoke47 Dan vanished into the house and came face to face with the butler. “I am waiting for Lord Curberry,” said Dan, “will you show me into the library, please.”
Suspecting nothing wrong and impressed by Dan’s cool manner, the butler conducted him to the room in question, and after intimating that he would tell his lordship, departed, closing the door. Halliday ran his eye round the shelves, which extended on three sides of the large compartment48 from floor to ceiling. It seemed impossible to find the book he was in search of, in so short space of time as would probably be at his disposal. He wished that Penn had indicated the position of Gibbon’s masterpiece. However, Halliday, by a stroke of luck, suddenly realised that Curberry numbered his shelves alphabetically49, and catalogued his books so to speak by the initial letter of the author’s name. Those beginning with “A” were placed on the shelf ticketed with that letter, as Allison, Allen, Anderson, and so on, while the shelf “B” contained Browning, Bronte, Burns, and others. Going by this way of finding the whereabouts of books, Dan discovered Gibbon’s “Decline and Fall” on shelf “G” and laid his hand on the second volume. But as luck would have it, Lord Curberry suddenly entered the room just as he was about to open it. Halliday looked up, retaining the volume in his hand.
“I am rather surprised to see you here, Mr. Halliday,” said Curberry, in a cold and haughty50 tone, “you know that I am busy with this inquest and have no time for conversation. Besides,” he looked hard at his visitor, “you could have explained your business out of doors.”
“Not in the presence of the ladies,” said Dan promptly51; “however, I won’t keep you more than five minutes,” and he wondered how he was to secure the confession without the knowledge of his host.
“I am waiting to hear what you have to say,” said Curberry, throwing his lean figure into a chair, “you have been making yourself at home,” he added, with a sneer25, glancing at the book.
Dan laid it on the table. “I took up Gibbon’s second volume, just to pass the time,” said he carelessly, “I apologise if you think me presuming.”
“I don’t think anything,” rejoined Curberry, with a shrug32, “except that I am anxious to know why you desire a private conversation.”
“It is about Lillian —”
“Miss Moon, if you please.”
“Lillian, to me, Lord Curberry.”
“Nothing of the sort, Sir,” cried the other suitor furiously, and his pale eyes grew angry. “Sir John Moon wishes me to marry his niece.”
“Probably, but his niece wishes to marry me.”
“That she shall never do.”
“Oh, I think so. And what I wish to say, Lord Curberry, is this — that you annoy Miss Moon with your attentions. They must cease.”
“How dare you; how dare you; how dare you!”
“Oh, I dare anything where Lillian is concerned,” retorted Halliday, and again in a careless manner took up the book, leaning against the table and crossing his legs as he did so.
“Leave my house,” cried Curberry, starting to his feet, for this nonchalant behaviour irritated him greatly.
“Oh, willingly! I simply stayed to warn you that Lillian must not be annoyed by you in any way.”
“And if I do not obey you?” sneered52 the other, quivering with rage.
“I shall make myself unpleasant, Lord Curberry.”
“Do you know to whom you are speaking?”
“Well,” said Dan, slowly, and with a keen glance at the angry face, “I am not quite sure. I am not Asmodeus to unroof houses, you know.”
Curberry’s yellow face suddenly became white, and his lips trembled nervously53. “I don’t understand you.”
“I scarcely understand myself, and —”
“Wait,” interrupted Curberry, as a knock came to the door, “there is no need to let everyone overhear our conversation. Come in!” he cried aloud.
The butler entered. “You are wanted at the inquest, my lord,” he said, and as Curberry’s face was bent54 inquiringly on that of the servant, Dan seized the opportunity to slip a stiff sheaf of papers out of the Gibbon volume. As a matter of fact, it was three or four sheets joined at the corner by a brass55 clasp. Scarcely had he got it in his hand when Curberry wheeled, after hurriedly telling the butler that he would come shortly.
“What have you there?” demanded the host, advancing menacingly.
“Some papers of mine,” said Dan, preparing to put the sheets into his pocket.
“It’s a lie. You must have taken them from the table, or out of that book, Mr. Halliday. Yes, I am sure you did. Give me what you have taken.”
“No,” said Dan, retreating before Curberry’s advance, “you are not to —”
Before he could get out another word, the man flung himself forward and made a snatch at the papers. Held loosely by the corner clasp they flew into a kind of fan, and Curberry managed to grasp one or two of the sheets. In the momentary56 struggle these were torn away, and then the owner of the house released himself suddenly. The next moment he had flung the sheets into the fire, apparently57 thinking he had got them all. Dan cleverly thrust the one or two remaining sheets into his pocket, and played the part of a man who has been robbed.
“How dare you destroy my papers,” he cried indignantly.
“They were mine,” said Curberry, gasping58 with relief, “and now they are burnt.”
“They were Penn’s,” retorted Halliday, sharply, “perhaps that is why they have been destroyed by you.”
“What do you mean; what do you mean?”
“Never mind. I think you understand.”
“I don’t. I swear I don’t.”
“In that case,” said Dan, slowly, “you can make public the fact that I came into your library to find a document in the second volume of Gibbon, which was placed there by Marcus Penn. But you won’t, Lord Curberry.”
“If the papers were not destroyed, I would place them before the Coroner at once,” said Curberry, wiping his face and with a glance at the fire on which fluttered a few black shreds59 — all that remained of what he had thrown in. “I think you must be mad to talk as you do.”
“If I am, why not make the matter public?” asked Dan, drily.
“I don’t care about a scandal,” said Curberry, loftily.
“Well,” Halliday retreated to the library door, “perhaps the death of Penn will be scandal enough. Those papers doubtless contained an account of the reasons which led to his death.”
“I’m sorry that I burnt them then,” said Curberry in a studied tone of regret. “I am an impulsive60 man, Mr. Halliday, and you should not have annoyed me in the way you did. How did you know that the papers were in the second volume of Gibbon?”
“Never mind.”
“Were they addressed to you?”
“Never mind.”
“What were they about?”
“Never mind.”
“D— you, sir, how dare you?”
“Good day, Lord Curberry,” interrupted Dan, and walked out of the room, leaving his host looking the picture of consternation61 and dread62.
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