It needed no second glance to tell me that the visitor to the shop was the mysterious girl who called me on that memorable2 night, from the dispensary at Walworth—Miss Bristowe.
Fortunately she had not noticed my presence. Therefore I at once concealed3 myself up a side passage and waiting till she emerged with a letter in her hand—the one I had addressed to Purvis, I expect—I started to follow her. Every moment I feared lest she might look round and discover me, for in those back streets of Hammersmith there is not much traffic. But I was determined5 on this occasion to follow her to her home or to the hiding-place of Purvis.
Turning down Brook6 Green Road, she walked as far as the Hammersmith Station of the Underground Railway, where she bought a ticket for Notting Hill and entered the next train going west. On alighting she traversed hurriedly the Lancaster Road, for it had begun to rain and she was without an umbrella, and, turning at last into the Cornwall Road, ascended8 the front steps of one of the dark, smoke-blackened houses in that thoroughfare, not far from the corner of Portobello Road. She rang, the door was immediately opened by a servant, and she disappeared within.
Then, after a brief wait, I passed the house near enough to note that its number was 120. She went in at half-past seven, and, although I waited in the rain until half an hour before midnight, she did not come forth9 again. I therefore concluded that I had at last gained knowledge of her place of abode10.
I wondered whether Purvis lived in that same house. She had called for his letters at Sterndale Road, and would probably hand them to him at once. Therefore, after long reflection, I came to the conclusion that he must live at that address.
It was past one when I re-entered my own rooms, and for an hour before turning in, occupied myself in re-arranging the chaos11 effected by the unknown intruders. The latter had certainly been disappointed with the result of their investigation12, for they had not troubled themselves about two of the valuable old manuscripts I had found on board the Seahorse—the Decretales Summa of the Monk13 Henry and the Book of John Trethemius—both of which were lying upon the mantelshelf. No, it was the key of the cipher14 of which they had been in such active search, but which was fortunately far beyond their reach.
Early next morning I renewed my vigil at the corner of the Portobello and Cornwall Roads, hoping to meet the pretty woman who had so charmed me.
Two hours I waited, until at last she emerged, as usual neatly15 dressed in black. Through the maze16 of complicated streets she walked to Westbourne Grove17. She had made some purchases, and was gazing into one of Whiteley’s shop windows when I came up beside her and, raising my hat, greeted her.
She turned quickly, open-mouthed, and then, recovering from her surprise, at once gave me her hand and greeted me quite light-heartedly.
“Really, doctor,” she laughed, “you seem quite ubiquitous. You are always running up against me.”
“Well, it’s a doctor’s profession to go hither and thither18 quickly,” I answered. “How is your brother?”
“Greatly better,” was her prompt reply, although I thought I could detect duplicity in her answer. But she swiftly sought to change the subject, and as I walked beside her she chatted quite merrily. I did not, of course, let her know that I was aware of her abode, but, on the contrary, spoke19 of it as though it were away at Blackheath, and she did not seek to contradict me. Miss Bristowe was a clever woman in every sense of the word, but at the same time she was sweet and winning—most charming.
In her chatter20 was a light, irresponsible air that gave to her a chic21 seldom found in an Englishwoman, while her small hands and feet, her narrow waist, wide swinging hips22, and the manner of her coiffure all savoured of the Parisienne rather than of the Londoner.
My object was to learn from her something definite regarding the man Purvis and his movements; her object was to conceal4 everything and to mislead me.
She seemed, however, nothing loth to allow me to accompany her into the several shops where she made small purchases. Once I referred to our meeting in Calthorpe Street, recollecting23 how cleverly Purvis had escaped me there, but she only laughed saying:?—
“You must have thought me very rude to hurry away as I did, but I wanted to get home.”
There were many matters I wished she would explain, but how could I ask her point-blank? For what reason had she taken me to Blackheath that night on a fruitless errand, and what connexion had she with the mysterious Purvis?
Again, it occurred to me that if Reilly had watched that newsagent’s in Sterndale Road he had probably met her. He might even have become acquainted with her for aught I knew. I had, I remembered, given him a detailed24 description.
But if they were acquainted, she would be utterly25 unaware26 of the young man’s association with me; hence I dare not broach27 the subject.
While I lingered at her side I could not help remarking, within myself, upon her affable courtesy and modest reserve towards me. A mystery surrounded her; that was certain. But in that half-hour I spent with her in Westbourne Grove I felt that she was not an adventuress, as I had half believed her to be, and that, save for the fact that she scrupulously28 concealed her place of abode, she was open and honest-minded, with a pleasing grace and sweet smile.
Again, just as I had noticed on the first occasion we had met, I detected that concealed within her heart was some deep-rooted sorrow, some painful memory of the past, perhaps, that she could not forget, and that now and then the sympathetic chord was struck that brought it all back to her, causing that expression of sadness which appeared at intervals29 in her eyes, and those half-suppressed sighs which she believed I did not notice.
Near midday she took leave of me at Queen’s Road Station, for she would not allow me to remain with her longer.
“You are really mysterious, Miss Bristowe,” I laughed; “I’ve spent a most delightful30 hour, and am most unwilling31 to end our chat.”
“Ah,” she said, earnestly; “you must, doctor. You’ve been with me already too long. Among all these people passing there may be one who knows me, and has noticed me walking with a stranger.”
“Well, is it such a terrible sin?” I laughed.
“All sins are pleasant,” was her quick answer; “that included. But you must really leave me now. Please do.”
“When you took me to Blackheath you sent me back without satisfying my curiosity regarding your address,” I said, reproachfully. “Are you going to act to-day in the same manner? Surely I may know where I can write to you in order that we may one day enjoy another of these pleasant gossips,” I pleaded.
She shook her head. Yet I saw that my words had created an impression upon her, and furthermore that she was in no way averse7 to my companionship.
“Why do you send me away like this? Do you fear lest we should be seen together?”
She sighed that same sigh which had escaped her several times during our walk. Noticing her apprehension32 I attributed it to the fear of some jealous lover. A girl may flirt33 desperately34, but she always hates to be thought false by the man who loves her.
If she had nothing to conceal from me, why did she not give me her true address in Cornwall Road? But she had much to hide from my knowledge, and with her honest woman’s heart it required all her nerve and ingenuity35 to successfully mislead me.
“No,” she faltered36, at last; “we must not be seen together. You think the manner I treated you that night at Blackheath extraordinary. So it was. But it was imperative—for your sake!”
“I don’t understand you, Miss Bristowe,” I declared, quickly. “How was it for my sake?”
“Ah!” she cried, as though in distress37. “Believe me, I acted for your own welfare! I can give you no further explanation.”
“But you mystify me!” I said. “My curiosity is but natural.”
“Certainly; but I’m sorry that at present I am unable to satisfy it,” and her lips compressed themselves as a slight sigh again escaped them.
I was undecided whether she was wilfully38 deceiving me or whether it was under dire39 compulsion that she was concealing40 her motives41.
“By your words you lead me to believe that you are my friend, Miss Bristowe; therefore it is surely permissible42 to give me an address where, in the future, I may write to you?”
“But I can’t see what good can come of it,” she responded, hesitatingly. “In fact, only harm can result in our acquaintanceship.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what I have said. If we remain apart it will be better for both of us. Yet, somehow, Fate seems to throw us constantly into each other’s society.”
She was, of course, in ignorance of how I had traced her from Sterndale Road.
“True,” I remarked, “and that seems to me all the more reason why you should name some place where I may write.”
“Well,” she said at last, after long hesitation43 and blushing slightly; “if you should, at any time, really desire to write to me, you may address your letter to Farmer’s Library, Kensington High Street.”
Thanking her I scribbled44 the address, then tried to persuade her to allow me to remain longer. But she steadily45 refused.
“I must go now,” she said, “and although it sounds ungracious, I trust it may be a long time before we meet again.”
“Why!” I asked, in surprise.
“Because such meetings place us both in peril,” was her vague yet ominous46 answer.
“You perhaps object to my company?”
“On the contrary,” she hastened to reassure47 me, “I find it most agreeable. But it behoves all of us, at certain times, to be circumspect48.”
She allowed me to shake her hand, then wishing me “Adieu!” turned back again towards Westbourne Grove, with an excuse that she had forgotten to make a purchase.
I saw through her ruse49, and, by traversing the side streets, arrived at Cornwall Road before her, and standing50 in an entry unobserved watched her re-enter the house with a latch-key.
As far as that morning’s work was concerned it was highly satisfactory. The chief fact that worried me now was the remarkable51 disappearance52 of Philip Reilly. He was smart, wary53, athletic54, the very last fellow to fall into any trap. Yet my apprehensions55, just as those of his friends, were rendered grave by reason of his continued silence. All I knew was that he had been successful in his observations on the newsagent’s shop in Sterndale Road, but in what manner he had not explained.
Like most young men who endeavour to solve a mystery, he had quickly become an enthusiast56, with a fixed57 notion that we should discover the treasure.
Myself, I was far from sanguine58, although, on the face of it, only that document sold by Ben Knutton stood between us and fortune. If we could but gain possession of that parchment for half an hour the secret of the hiding-place would be ours.
But George Purvis and his unknown but unscrupulous associates knew its value, just as we did, therefore it was far too well guarded.
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