When Miller1 returned and found his daughter conscious but prostrate2, he naturally attributed it to mal-de-mer, and began to poke3 fun at her for being ill upon such a calm sea.
She looked at me in meaning silence.
Then, when he had left us to walk towards the stern, she said in a low, apologetic voice:—
“Forgive me, Mr Leaf. I—I’m so very foolish. But what you have told me is so amazing. Tell me further—what have the police found at the villa4?”
I wondered whether she had seen in any of the Italian papers an account of the second discovery—the man who had been so brutally5 done to death.
“Well, from what I gather the police found a dead woman locked in Nardini’s study.”
“And has she been identified?” she asked eagerly.
“I believe not. All that is known about her is that she was your friend.”
“Ah, yes!” she sighed, as though she had previous knowledge of the tragedy. “And they know that—do they? Then they will probably endeavour to find me, eh?”
“Most probably.”
“Perhaps it is best that I should return to England, then,” she remarked, as though speaking to herself. “I wonder if they will discover me here?”
“I understand that they know your name, but are ignorant of where you reside. Besides, in England your name is not an uncommon6 one.”
“I hope they’ll never find me, for I have no desire to answer their inquiries7. The affair is an unpleasant one, to say the least.”
“The police have some ulterior object in view by hushing it up,” I remarked.
“Yes. But how did you know?”
“A friend told me,” was my vague reply. She, of course, never dreamed that I had been in Rome.
“He told you my name?”
“He was an Italian, therefore could not pronounce it properly. The police evidently do not know, even now, that Nardini is dead.”
“No, I suppose not,” she said. “But—well, what you’ve told me is utterly8 staggering.”
“Then you were not aware of the mysterious affair?”
“Aware of it! How should I be?”
“Well, you were Nardini’s friend. You were a frequent visitor at the Villa Verde. You told me so yourself, remember.”
She did not reply, but sat staring straight before her at the stream of moonlight upon the rolling waters.
Whether she were really acquainted with the details of the tragic9 affair or not, I was unable to decide. She, however, offered me no explanation as to who the unknown woman was, and from her attitude I saw that she did not intend to reveal to me anything. Perhaps the mere10 fact that I had gained secret knowledge caused her to hold me in fear lest I should betray her whereabouts.
The situation was hourly becoming more complicated, but upon one point I felt confident, namely, that she held no knowledge of the second tragedy at the villa—a tragedy in which her father was most certainly implicated11.
The tall grey-faced man in the long overcoat—the mysterious Mr Miller who was carrying thousands of pounds in stolen notes upon him—returned to us, and a few minutes later we had landed at Dover and were seated in the train for Charing12 Cross.
I got my pretty travelling companion a cup of tea, and soon after we had started she closed her eyes, and, tired out, dropped off to sleep. Miller, however, as full of good-humour as ever, kept up a continual chatter13. Little did he dream that I had been an eye-witness of that wild scene of excitement when the dead man’s hoard14 had been discovered, or that I knew the truth concerning the unfortunate guard who had been struck down by a cowardly but unerring hand.
“Oh!” he sighed. “After all, it’s good to be back again in England. A spell at home will do Lucie good. She’s growing far too foreign in her ways and ideas. For a long time she’s wanted to spend a year or so in England, and now I’m going to indulge her.”
“Then you won’t be returning abroad for some time?”
“Not for a year, I think. This winter I shall do a little hunting up in the Midlands, I know a nice hunting-box to let at Market Harborough. Years ago I used to love a run with the hounds, and even now the sight of the pink always sends a thrill through me.”
“Does Lucie ride?”
“Ride, of course. She’s ridden to hounds lots of times. She had her first pony15 when she was eight.”
“Then she’ll enjoy it. There’s very good society about Market Harborough, I’ve heard.”
“Oh! yes. I know the hunting lot there quite well, and a merry crowd they are. The Continent’s all very well for many things, but for real good sport of any kind you must come to England. In the Forest of Fontainebleau they hunt with an ambulance waggon16 in the rear!” he laughed.
And in the same strain he chattered17 until just after dawn we ran into Charing Cross, where we parted, he and Lucie going to the Buckingham Palace Hotel, while I took a cab out to Granville Gardens, Shepherd’s Bush.
When I walked into Sammy’s room at seven o’clock he sat up in bed and stared at me.
“Why? What on earth has brought you back so soon, old chap? I thought you were going to be away all the autumn and winter!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, got a bit sick of travelling, you know,” I laughed, “so I simply came back, that’s all. They can give me a room here, I hear, so I’ll stay.”
“You’ll stay here till you go away again, eh?” my friend laughed, for he knew what an erratic18 wanderer I was.
I sat on the edge of the bed and chatted to him while he shaved and dressed.
While we breakfasted together in his sitting-room19 he suddenly said:—
“There was a fellow here the other day making inquiries regarding our dead Italian friend.”
“Oh, what was he? A detective?”
“No. I don’t think so. Miss Gilbert referred him to me. He was a thin-faced, clean-shaven chap, and gave his name as Gordon-Wright.”
“Gordon-Wright!” I gasped20, starting to my feet. “Has that fellow been here? What did you tell him?”
“Well, I told him nothing that he wanted to know. I didn’t care about him, somehow, so I treated him to a few picturesque21 fictions,” Sammy laughed.
“You didn’t tell him that the dead man was Nardini?”
“Not likely. You recollect22 that you urged me to say nothing, as the Italian Embassy did not wish the fact revealed.”
“Ah! That’s fortunate!” I cried, much relieved. “What did you tell him?”
“I said that it was true an Italian gentleman did die here, but he was a very old man named Massari. Before he died his son joined him, and after his death took all his belongings23 away. Was that right?”
“Excellent.”
“The stranger made very careful inquiries as to the appearance of the man who died, and I gave an entirely24 wrong description of him. I said that he had white hair and a long white beard, and that he walked rather lame25, with the help of a stick. In fact I showed him a stick in the hall which I said belonged to the dead man. He was also very inquisitive26 regarding the man’s son who I said had taken away all his belongings. I described him as having a short reddish beard, but a man of rather gentlemanly bearing. The fellow Gordon-Wright struck me as an awful bounder, and that’s why I filled him up with lies. Do you know him? Is he a friend of yours?”
“Friend!” I echoed. “No, the reverse. I wonder what he wanted to discover. You didn’t mention me, I suppose?”
“No. Why should I?”
“I’m glad of that, for there’s evidently some fresh conspiracy27 in progress.”
“Probably there is. He’s a shrewd fellow without a doubt.”
“An outsider, my dear Sammy,” I declared. “That fellow’s a thief—a friend of Miller’s.”
“Of Miller’s!” he cried, in his turn surprised. “Is he really one of the gang?”
“Certainly he is. Moreover, I happened to be present when he robbed an American in a hotel at Nervi, near Genoa, and if I said a word to the police he’d ‘do time,’ depend upon it.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because just at the present time it doesn’t suit my purpose,” was my reply. “I want first to find out the reason of his visit here.”
“Wants to establish the death of the fugitive28, I suppose. He certainly, however, got nothing out of me. You know me too well, and can trust me not to give away anything that’s a secret.”
“Was he alone?”
“Yes. He came here alone, but Miss Gilbert says that a lady was waiting for him in a hansom a few doors along the road—a young lady, she thinks.”
Was it my Ella, I wondered? If so, she might be in London staying with her aunt, as she so frequently did in the old days.
“How long ago did all this occur?” I asked.
“On Saturday—that would be four days ago. He came about five in the afternoon. When Miss Gilbert referred him to me he apparently29 resented it, believing that he could induce her to tell him all he wanted.”
“But even she doesn’t know that it was the notorious Nardini who died up stairs.”
“No, but I don’t fancy she’s such a ready liar30 as I am, old chap,” laughed Sammy. “He started the haw-haw attitude, and with me that don’t pay—as you know. I did the haw-haw likewise, and led him to believe that I was most delighted to be of any assistance to him in helping31 him to trace his friend.”
“His friend! Did he say that Nardini was his friend?”
“He didn’t mention his name. He only said that an intimate friend of his, an Italian from Rome, had, he knew, arrived in London and suddenly disappeared. He had prosecuted32 most diligent33 search, and having ascertained34 from the registrar35 of deaths that an Italian had died there he wondered whether it might not be his friend. Whereupon I at once described a man something like Father Christmas without his muff and holly36, and at length he went away quite satisfied that the man who died upstairs was not the person he was in search of.”
“He didn’t say where he was living, or leave any address?”
“He wasn’t likely to if he’s one of Miller’s crowd,” my friend exclaimed. “But I wonder what’s in the wind? He has some distinct object in establishing Nardini’s death.”
“Probably fears some revelation which the fugitive might make if he had fallen into the hands of the police,” I suggested. “The ex-Minister wasn’t a very bright specimen37 himself from all accounts and from those papers we discovered. He was a blackmailer38 and a brute39, as well as an embezzler40.”
“Well,” declared Sammy, “if you really have direct evidence against this fellow Gordon-Wright, I should just tell the truth at Scotland Yard. I’d dearly love to see Miller in the dock, too, for if any one deserves to pick oakum for a few years, he does. But he’s such a cunning knave41, and passes so well as a gentleman, that nobody ever suspects.”
“They say he’s dined and slept at half the best country-houses in Dorsetshire and Devonshire, and I believe he’s going to hunt from Market Harborough this coming season.”
“The deuce he is! What infernal audacity42! I feel myself like denouncing him.”
“Better not—at least at present, my dear fellow. Besides—for his daughter’s sake.”
“Daughter be hanged! She’s as bad as her father, every bit.”
“No, I disagree with you there,” I protested. “The girl is innocent of it all. She believes implicitly43 in her father, but beyond that she is in some deadly fear—of what I can’t yet make out.”
“Then you’ve seen her lately, eh?”
“Quite recently,” I replied, though I told him nothing of the exciting events of the past seven or eight days. The knowledge I had gathered I intended to keep to myself, at least for the present.
About four o’clock that afternoon I called upon Ella’s aunt, a widow named Tremayne, who lived in a comfortable house in Porchester Terrace. I was ceremoniously shown into the drawing-room by the grey-headed old butler, and presently Mrs Tremayne, an angular old person in a cap with yellow ribbons, appeared, staring at me through her gold-rimmed spectacles and carrying my card in her hand.
I had met her on one occasion only, in the days when Ella and I used to meet in secret in those squares about Bayswater, and I saw that she did not recollect me.
“I have called,” I said, “to ask if you can tell me whether your brother, Mr Murray, is in London. I heard that he and Miss Ella have gone back to Wichenford, but I think that they may possibly be in town just now. I have only to-day returned from abroad, and do not want to journey down to Worcestershire if they are in London.”
She regarded me for a few moments with a puzzled air, then said in a hard, haughty44 voice: “Your name is somehow familiar to me. Am I right in thinking that you were the Mr Leaf whom my niece knew two or three years ago?”
“I am,” I replied. “I have met Miss Murray again, and our friendship has been resumed.”
“Then if that is so, sir,” replied the old lady, glaring at me, “I have no information whatever to give you concerning her. I wish you good-afternoon.” And the sour old lady touched the bell.
“Well, madam,” I said, in rising anger, “I believed that I was calling upon a lady, but it seems that I am mistaken. I fail to see any reason for this treatment. You surely can tell me if your brother is in town?”
“I refuse to say anything. My brother’s affairs are no concern of mine, neither are yours. There was quite sufficient unpleasantness on the last occasion when you were running after Ella. It seems you intend to resume your tactics.”
“On the contrary, I hear that your niece is engaged to be married to a gentleman named Gordon-Wright.”
“That is so,” she answered, thawing45 slightly and readjusting her glasses. “They are to be married very soon, I believe. The wedding was fixed46 for Thursday week, but it has been postponed47 for a short time. My brother is much gratified at the engagement. Mr Gordon-Wright is such a nice gentleman, and just fitted to be her husband. He dined here a week ago, but has now gone abroad.”
“And you found him charming?” I asked, though I fear that my voice betrayed my sarcasm49.
“Most charming. They appear to be an extremely happy couple.”
“And because you think I have an intention to come between them, Mrs Tremayne, you refuse to answer a simple question!”
“I am not bound to answer any question put to me by a stranger,” was her haughty reply.
“Neither am I bound to return civility for incivility,” I said. “I congratulate this Mr Gordon-Wright upon his choice, and at the same time will say that when we meet again, madam, you will perhaps be a trifle less insulting.”
“Perhaps,” she said; and as the butler was standing50 at the open door I was compelled to bow coldly and follow him out.
As he opened the front door I halted a moment and said, as though I had forgotten to make inquiry51 of his mistress:—
“Miss Ella is staying here—is she not?”
“Yes, sir,” was the man’s prompt reply. “She came up from the country yesterday.”
I thanked the man, descended52 the steps, and walked along Porchester Terrace wondering how best to act. Of love there is very little in the world, but many things take its likeness53.
I must see my love at all costs. She had continued to postpone48 her marriage so as to allow me time to unmask her enemy and free her from the peril54 which threatened.
Gordon-Wright was abroad. Therefore a secret meeting with Ella was all the easier. Yes, I would keep watch upon that house, as I had done in the days long ago, and see if I could not meet her and make an appointment. To write to her would be unwise. It was best that I should see her and reassure55 her.
Therefore through all the remainder of the afternoon I waited about in the vicinity, but in vain. Even if she went out to dine, or to the theatre, she certainly would return to her aunt’s to dress, and, sure enough, just before seven, she came along in a hansom in the direction of the Park.
I was about to raise my hat as my dear one passed, when I suddenly discovered that she was not alone. By her side, elegant in silk hat and frock-coat, sat the clean-shaven man who held her enthralled56.
He was therefore not abroad, as the snappy old woman had said.
I turned my face quickly to the wall, so that neither should recognise me, and passed on.
For three days in succession I kept almost constant watch along that wide-open thoroughfare. Several times I saw Mr Murray, but hesitated to come forward and greet him. Mrs Tremayne drove out each afternoon in her heavy old landau and pair, but curiously57 enough I saw nothing further either of Ella or of the man to whom she was betrothed58.
The hours of that vigil were never-ending. I wanted my dear one to know that I was awaiting her. Time after time I passed the house in the hope that she would recognise me from the window, but never once did I catch sight of her.
One afternoon I received a telegram from Miller asking me to call at the hotel. I did not know that they were still in London. On arrival I found him with Lucie. There was another caller, a middle-aged59 American named George Himes, who appeared to be an intimate friend. After some conversation we all four went out together, and subsequently Mr Himes, who seemed a very amusing type of shrewd New Yorker, invited all of us to his rooms to dinner—to take pot-luck, as he called it.
At first I declined, feeling myself an interloper. Miller’s friends were such a mixed lot that one never knew whether they were thieves, like himself, or gentlemen. Himes appeared to be a gentleman. Therefore on being pressed to join the party I consented, and later on we drove to a cosy60 little flat at Hyde Park Gate, where we dined most excellently, Lucie joining us when we smoked our cigars.
Himes, a rather stout61 rosy-faced man, seemed a particularly pleasant companion and full of a keen sense of humour, therefore the evening passed quite merrily. Miller and he were old friends, I gathered, and had not met for quite a long time.
“You won’t go for a minute or two, Mr Leaf,” he said, when, soon after eleven o’clock, Miller drained his glass and with Lucie rose to leave. “You’ll get home to Shepherd’s Bush quickly from here.” And thus persuaded, I remained and joined him in a final glass of whisky and soda62.
We were alone in the pretty little smoking-room, lounging in the long low cane63 chairs. My host was lazily blowing rings of smoke towards the ceiling and remarking what a very excellent fellow Miller was, when I raised my whisky to my lips and took a gulp64. It tasted curious, yet I did not like to spit it out or to make any remark.
My host, I noticed, had his eyes fixed strangely upon me, as though watching my countenance65.
In an instant I grew alarmed. His face had changed. Its good-humour had given place to an expression of hatred66 and triumph.
At the same moment I felt a strange sensation of nausea67 creeping over me, a chill feeling ran down my spine68, while my throat contracted, and my limbs became suddenly paralysed.
“You scoundrel!” I cried, staggering to my feet and facing him. “I know now! You’ve poisoned me—you devil!”
“Yes,” he laughed, with perfect sangfroid69. “You are one of Jimmy Miller’s crowd, and one by one I shall exterminate70 the lot of you! I owe this to you!”
I swayed forward as I drew my revolver to defend myself, but next instant he had wrenched71 it from my nerveless grasp.
I saw his grinning exultant72 face in mine. There was the fire of murder in his eyes.
Then I sank to the floor and knew no more. He had mistaken me for one of Miller’s accomplices73, and I was helpless in his revengeful hands.
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