As the days went on, and Mr. Butterby brought forth3 no result, only presented himself once in a way to say there was none to bring, Mr. Greatorex grew angry. Surely such a thing was never heard of!--as for a cheque to be stolen out of one of their desks at midday, carried to the bank and openly cashed, and for the police to say they could not trace the offender4! Mr. Greatorex avowed5 that the police ought to be ashamed to confess it; that, in his opinion, they must be getting incapable7 of their duties.
One thing had struck Mr. Greatorex in the matter--that his son Bede seemed not to be eager for the investigation: if he did not retard8 it, he certainly did not push it. Perhaps the best word to express Bede's state of mind in regard to it, as it appeared to Mr. Greatorex, was indifference9. Why was this? Bede ought to be as anxious as himself. Nay10, more so: it was from his possession and his desk that the cheque was taken. Mr. Greatorex supposed that the laxity in regard to business affairs, which appeared latterly to have been creeping upon his son, must be extending itself even to the stealing of money. Was he more seriously ill than he allowed them to know? The fear, that it might be so, crossed the mind of Mr. Greatorex.
The solicitor11 sat one morning in his private room, Jonas Butterby opposite to him. The detective was there in answer to a peremptory12 mandate13 sent by Mr. Greatorex to Scotland Yard the previous day. Whether Mr. Butterby was responsible to himself alone for the progress or non-progress of the investigation; or, if not, whether he had imparted a hint at headquarters of Bede Greatorex's private communication to him, was locked up within his own breast. One thing appeared clear--that he was at liberty to do as he pleased.
"It is not the loss of the money; it is not that the sum of forty-four pounds is of so much moment to me that I must needs trace it out, and if possible regain14 it," Mr. Greatorex urged, his fine, fresh, honest face bent15 full on the detective, sternness in its every line. "It is the unpleasantness of knowing that we have a thief about us: it is the feeling of insecurity; the fear that the loss will not stop here. Every night of my life when the offices close, I seem to prepare myself for the discovery that some other one has taken place during the day."
"Not at all an unlikely thing to happen," acknowledged Mr. Butterby, who probably felt himself less free under existing circumstances than he usually was, and therefore spoke16 with deprecation.
"That the cheque must have been taken by one of the clerks attached to my son's room, I think there can be little doubt of. The difficulty is----"
"Mr. Bede thinks so himself," interrupted Butterby. "He charged me specially17 to look after them; after one of 'em in particular."
"Which was it?"
"Hurst."
"Hurst!" repeated Mr. Greatorex in surprise.
"But Mr. Bede is mistaken, sir. It was no more Hurst than it was me."
Instincts are subtle. And one came unbidden into the mind of the detective officer as he spoke--that he had made a mistake in repeating this to Mr. Greatorex. The truth was--carrying within him his private instructions, and the consciousness that they must be kept private--he found these interviews with the head of the firm slightly embarrassing.
"Why should he suspect Hurst if he----"
The door opened, and the person in question appeared at it--Bede Greatorex. Catching18 a glimpse of the detective's head, he was going out of it a vast deal quicker than he had entered; but his father stopped him.
"Bede! Bede! Come in. Come in and shut the door. Here's a fine thing I have just heard--that you are suspecting one person in particular of having taken the cheque. Over and over again, you have told me there was nobody in particular to be suspected."
A lightning glance from Bede Greatorex's fine dark Spanish eyes flashed out on the detective. It said as plainly as glance could speak, "How dare you presume to betray my confidence?"
That gentleman sat unmoved, and nodded a good morning with his customary equanimity20.
"Mr. Greatorex--doing me the honour to call upon me to report progress--observed that he fully21 thought it was one of the clerks in your room we must look to, sir," spoke Butterby in a slow calm tone. "I told him your opinion was the same; and you had charged me to look well after them, especially Mr. Hurst. That was all."
Bede Greatorex bit his lip in anger. But the communication might have been worse.
"What is there against Hurst?" impatiently asked Mr. Greatorex.
"Nothing at all," said Bede quietly. "If I said to Mr. Butterby that one of my clerks might have taken the cheque, it was only because access to my room was more obtainable by them than by anybody else I can think of. And of the four, Hurst spends the most money."
"Hurst has the most money to spend," observed Mr. Greatorex.
"Of course he has. I make no doubt Hurst is as innocent as I."
This was very different from suspecting Hurst, from desiring that he should be specially looked after, and perhaps Mr. Greatorex felt the two accounts the least in the world contradictory22. The keen-sighted observer sitting by, apparently23 sharpening the point of his broken lead-pencil, noticed that the eyes of Bede Greatorex never once went openly into the face of his father.
"If it was my case," thought the officer, "I should tell him the truth out and out. No good going about the bush this way, saying he suspects one and suspects another, when he does not suspect 'em: far better that old Greatorex should hear the whole and see for himself that it can't be gone into. He don't care to worrit the old gentleman: that's what it is."
That is just what it was. But Mr. Butterby was not right in all his premises24.
"I am fully persuaded that every clerk on my side the house is as innocent as are those on yours, sir," spoke Bede Greatorex, a kind of tremor25 in his tone; which tremor did not escape the officer's notice, or that it was caused by anxious, painful eagerness: and that astute26 man knew in a moment that old Greatorex must not have his suspicions turned actively27 on Bede's employés. "I believe it was Butterby who first mentioned them. Upon that, I ran them over in my mind, and remembered that Hurst was the only one spending much money--he lives in fashionable lodgings28 as a gentleman. Was it not so, Mr. Butterby?"
The detective was professionally prepared for most accidents. Therefore when Bede Greatorex turned upon him with startling rapidity, a second flash darting29 forth from his dark eyes, he never moved a muscle.
"You are right, sir."
"Bede," said Mr. Greatorex, in a still tone of meaning, "if the same facility for getting access to your room attached to the clerks on my side the house, I should not say to you so positively30 that they were not guilty. You seem to resent the very thought that suspicion can attach to them."
"Not at all, father. Perhaps I felt vexed31 that Hurst's name should have been mentioned to you without grounds."
"Understand me, Mr. Butterby," spoke the elderly gentleman sharply. "I expect to have this matter better attended to than it has been. And I repeat to you that I think the clerks in my son's room should be--I do not say suspected, but sufficiently32 thought of. It is monstrous33 to know that a theft like this can have been openly committed in a professional man's house, and you officers should avow6 yourselves at fault. We may be losing some of our clients' deeds next."
The detective glanced at Mr. Bede Greatorex, and was answered, as he thought, by the faintest signs in return. It was not the first time he had been concerned in cases where sons wished things kept from knowledge of fathers.
"We don't give it up, sir. Allow us more time, and perhaps we may satisfy you better."
"I shall expect you to do so," returned Mr. Greatorex with sufficient emphasis. And the officer rose to quit his presence. "Go round by the other door to my room and wait."
Surely these words were breathed into Mr. Butterby's ear! Faint though the whisper was he could not have fancied it. Bede Greatorex was crossing his path at the moment, as if he wished to look from the window.
Fancy or not, the officer acted upon it. Going round by the street to the professional entrance, and so on up the passage to the private room. When Bede Greatorex returned to it, he saw him seated against the wall, underneath34 the map of London.
"You did wrong to mention Mr. Hurst to my father," Bede began with imperative35 quickness, as he slipped the bolt of the middle door.
"That's as it may be," was the rejoinder, cool as usual. "If there's not some outlet36 of suspicion given to your father, it will be just this, Mr. Bede Greatorex--that he'll make one for himself. Leastways, that's my opinion."
"Be it so. I do not want it to take the direction of my clerks."
"He lays the blame on us: says we are lax, or else incapable; and it is only natural he should think so. Anyway there's no harm done about Mr. Hurst: you made it right with him there. Do you suspect Hurst still, sir?"
"Yes. At least more than I do any one of the others."
Mr. Butterby put his hands on his knees and bent a little forward. "If you wish me to do you any service in this, sir, you must not keep me quite so much in the dark. What I want to get at, Mr. Bede Greatorex, is the true reason of your pitching upon Hurst yourself."
"I cannot give it to you," said Bede promptly37. "What I told you at our first interview, I repeat now--that the suspicion against him is but a faint one. Still it is sufficient to raise a doubt; and I have no reason to doubt the other three. Jenner is open and honest as the day; Brown valuable and trustworthy; and Mr. Yorke must of course be exempt38."
"Oh, of course he must," dryly acquiesced39 the detective with a cough. He knew he was sure of Roland in this case, but he thought Bede Greatorex might not have spoken so confidently had he been cognizant of a certain matter connected with the past.
"I would not much mind answering for Jenner myself," remarked Mr. Butterby. "Brown seems all right, too.
"Brown's honesty has been sufficiently proved. Very large sums have passed through his hands habitually40, and he has never wronged us by a shilling. Had he wished to help himself, he would have done it before now: he has had the opportunity."
"Then that leaves us back at Hurst again. Where is your objection, sir, to the doubt of him being mentioned to your father?"
A kind of startled look crossed Bede's face: a look of fear: and he spoke hastily.
"Have you forgotten what I said? That the fact of Mr. Hurst's knowing he was suspected (assuming he is guilty) would be attended with danger. Awful danger, too. If it were possible to disclose all to my father, he would forfeit41 a great deal that he holds dear in life, rather than incur42 it."
"Well it seems to me that I can be of little use in this matter," said Butterby, turning somewhat crusty. "I have had dangerous secrets confided43 to me in my lifetime, sir; and the parties they were told of are none the wiser or the worse for it yet."
"And I wish I could confide19 this to you," said Bede, steadily44 and candidly45. "I'd be glad enough to get it out of my keeping, for I don't know what to do with it. If no one but myself were concerned; if I could disclose it to you without the risk of injuring others you should hear it this next minute. For their sakes, Mr. Butterby, my lips are tied. I dare not speak."
"Does he mean his wife, or doesn't he?" thought Butterby. And the question was not solvable. "I'll look after Hurst a bit," he said aloud. "Truth to tell, I considered him the safest of them all, in spite of your opinion, Mr. Bede Greatorex, and have let him be. He shall get a little of my private attention now. And so shall one of the others," the detective mentally added.
"Unsuspected by Hurst himself," enjoined46 Bede, a shade of anxiety in his voice.
Could Mr. Butterby have been suspected of so far forgetting professional dignity as to indulge in winks47, it might have seemed that he answered by one, as he rose from his chair.
"I'll just take a look in upon them now," he remarked. "And let me advise you, sir, to get your father in a more reasonable frame of mind, if possible. If he calls in fresh aid, as he threatens, there might be the dickens to pay."
Bede Greatorex crossed the room hastily, as though he meant to guard the middle door, and spoke in a low tone.
"I do not care that they should know you have been with me. Not for the world would I let it come to their knowledge that I doubt either of them."
"Now do you suppose that I am a young gosling?" demanded Butterby. "You have done me the honour to confide this private business to my hands, Mr. Bede Greatorex, and you may safely leave it in 'em. After being at the work so many years, there's not much left for me to be taught."
He departed by the passage, treading lightly, and halted when he came to the clerks' door. He was in deep thought. This matter which, as he phrased it, Mr. Bede Greatorex had done him the honour to put in his hands, was no such great matter after all; a mere48 trifle in professional quarters: but few things had so much puzzled the detective. Not in his way to discovery: that, as it seemed to him, would be very easy, could he pursue it openly. Bede Greatorex puzzled him; his ambiguous words puzzled him; the thing itself puzzled him. In most cases Mr. Butterby could at least see where he was; in this he stood in a sea-encompassed fog, not understanding where he was going, or what he was in search of.
Giving the swing-door a dash backwards, as though he had just entered, he went into the room. Mr. Brown was at his desk, Roland Yorke at his; but the other two were absent. So if the visit had been intended as a special one to Josiah Hurst, it was a decided49 failure.
When was the great Butterby at fault? He had just looked in upon them "in passing," he said, to give the good-morrow, and enquire50 how they relished51 the present state of the thermometer, which he should pronounce melting. How did Mr. Yorke like it?
Mr. Yorke, under the circumstances of not knowing whether he stood on his head or his heels, had not thought about the thermometer. Since the receipt of a letter that morning, containing the news that one, whom he cared for more than a brother, might probably be coming to London shortly on a visit, Roland had been three parts mad with joy. He was even genial52 to the intruder, his bête noire.
"Is it you, Butterby? How are you getting on, Butterby? Take a stool if you like, Butterby."
"Can't stop," said Butterby. "Just meant to give a nod round and go out again. Not come in on business today. You look spruce, Mr. Yorke."
"I've got on my Sunday suit," answered Roland--who in point of fact was uncommonly53 well got-up, and had a rosebud54 in his button-hole. "Carrick's tailor has not a bad cut. You have heard of red-letter days, old Butterby: this is one for me. One should not put on one's every-day coat on such occasions: they don't come too often."
"Got a fortune bequeathed?" enquired55 Mr. Butterby.
"It's better than that," said enthusiastic Roland, who in these moments, when his heart and affections were touched, could but be more impulsively56 genuine than ever. "Somebody's coming to London; somebody that you know, Butterby."
"Mr. Galloway, perhaps."
"No; you are wrong this time," returned Roland, not in the least taken aback: though perhaps the detective, to judge by his significant tone, meant that he should be. "You'd not see me dressed up for him. There are two men in Helstonleigh I'd put on shirtsleeves to welcome rather than a good coat: the one is old Galloway, the other William Yorke. Guess again."
Instead of doing anything of the sort, by which perhaps his professional reserve might have been compromised, Mr. Butterby turned his attention on the manager. Pursuing his work steadily, he had taken no heed57 of Mr. Butterby, beyond a civil salute58 at first.
"You've not heard more of this mysterious loss, I suppose?"
"Nothing more, sir," was Mr. Brown's answer, looking up full at the speaker, perhaps to show that he did not shrink from intercourse59 with a detective officer. "It seems strange, though, that we should not."
"Thieves are clever when they are professional ones; and I've got to think it was no less a man did the job for Mr. Greatorex," said Butterby, in quite a fatherly tone of confidence. "There has been a regular band of 'em at work lately in London; and in spite of opinions when I was here last, I say they might have gone in through the passage straight and bold, and done the job easy, and you unsuspicious young men, shut up in this here first room, never have heard a sound of what was going on."
"I think that is how it must have been failing the other thought--that Mr. Bede Greatorex took the cheque abroad and dropped it," said the manager with quiet decision.
"Of course. And unless I'm mistaken, Mr. Bede thinks the same. I should like to have three minutes' chat with you some evening, Mr. Brown, all by our two selves. You are naturally anxious for discovery, so am I: there's no knowing but what something or other may come out between us."
Perhaps to any eye save the watchful60 one of a police-officer, the slight hesitation61 before replying might have passed unnoticed. Mr. Brown had no particular wish to be questioned; it was no affair of his, and he thought the detective and Mr. Bede Greatorex quite enough to manage the matter without him. But when his answer came, it was spoken readily.
"Whenever you please. I am generally at home by eight o'clock."
He gave his new address--Mrs. Jones's. At which the crafty62 detective expressed surprise, inwardly knowing the very day and hour when Mr. Brown had moved in.
"There! Do you live there? The Joneses and I used to be old acquaintances; knew 'em well when they were at Helstonleigh. Knew Dicky must be making a mess of it long before the smash came. You'll see me then, Mr. Brown, one of these first evenings."
"Don't be in a hurry, Butterby," spoke Roland, who had been amusing himself by trying how far he could tilt63 his stool backwards without capsizing, while he listened. "It's not old Galloway, it's Arthur Channing."
"Is there anything so remarkable64 in Arthur Channing's coming to London? questioned Butterby.
"To me there is. I tell you it is a red-letter day in my life, and I have not had many such since I sailed from Port Natal65. If I were not in this confounded old office, with one master in the next room and another there"--flinging a ball of paper at the manager--"I should sing and dance and leap my joy off. Three copies have I begun to take of a musty old will, and spoilt 'em all. Brown says I'm out of my senses; ask him."
"You never were famous for not spoiling copies--or for particular industry, either, you know, Mr. Yorke."
The rejoinder rather nettled66 Roland. "I'd rather be famous for nothing than for what you are famed for in Helstonleigh, Butterby--taking up the wrong man. It was not your fault that Arthur Channing didn't get transported."
"Nor yours," quietly retorted Mr. Butterby.
"There! Go on. Bring it all out. If you've come to do it, do it, Butterby. I told you to, the other night. And when Arthur Channing is in London, you put up a prayer every morning not to meet him at Charing67 Cross. The sight of him couldn't be pleasant to your mind, and passers-by might see your brow redden: which for a bold, fear-nothing police-detect----"
"Is Mr. Bede Greatorex in?"
The interrupting questioner was the Reverend Henry William Ollivera. As he entered, the first man his eyes fell on was Butterby. It was a mutual68 recognition: and they had not met since that evening in Butterby's rooms on the occasion of the clergyman's visit to Helstonleigh.
Before a minute had well elapsed, as it seemed to the two spectators, they were deep in that calamity69 of the past, recalling some of its details, lamenting70 the non-success that had attended the endeavour to trace it out. It did not much interest Roland, and his mind also was filled to the brim with matter more agreeable. Apparently it did not interest Brown the manager, for he kept his head bent on his work. In the midst of it Bede Greatorex came in.
"I tell you, Mr. Officer, my faith has never wavered, or my opinion changed," the clergyman was saying with emotion, scarcely interrupting himself to nod a salutation to Bede. "My brother did not commit suicide. He was barbarously murdered; as every instinct warned me at the time, and warns me still. The waiting seems long; the time rolls by, day after day, year after year: weariness has to be subdued71, patience cherished; but, that the hour of elucidation72 will come, is as sure as that you and I stand here, facing each other."
"Mr. Greatorex told me that the Reverend Ollivera stood to his opinion as strongly as he ever did," was the answering remark of the officer; and it might be that there was a shade of compassion73 in his tone--compassion for the mistaken folly74 of the man before him.
"It has occurred to me at times, that if I were a member of the detective police, endowed with all the acuteness for the discovery of crime that their occupation and (we may suppose) natural aptitude75 for it must give, I should have brought the matter to light long ago. Do not think I reflect on your individual skill or care, sir; I speak generally."
"Ah!" said Mr. Butterby with complacent76 jocularity, "we all are apt to picture to ourselves how much we'd do in other folks's skins."
"It is strange that you have never been able to find traces of the man whose name was afterwards mixed up in the affair, Godfrey Pitman."
"There you are right, sir," readily avowed the officer. "I should uncommonly like to come across that Godfrey Pitman on my own score: setting aside anything he might have had to do with the late Mr. Ollivera."
The clergyman quickly took up the words. "Do you think he had anything to do with his death?"
"I don't go as far as that. It might have been. Anyway, as circumstances stand at present, he seems the most likely to have had, of all those who were known to have been in the house that evening."
Happening to raise his eyes, Mr. Brown caught those of Mr. Bede Greatorex. They were fixed77 on the speaker with a kind of eager, earnest light. To many a man it might have told the tale--that he, Bede Greatorex, had also doubts of Pitman. But then, Bede Greatorex had expressed his belief in the suicide: expressed it still. One thing was certain, had Bede chosen to confess it--that Godfrey Pitman was in his mind far oftener than the world knew.
"How is it that you have never found him?" continued Mr. Ollivera, to Butterby.
"I don't know. We are not usually at fault for a tithe78 of the time. But the man, you see, was under false colours; his face and his name were alike changed."
"You think so?"
"Think so!" repeated Mr. Butterby with a second dose of compassion for the parson's intellect. "That mass of hair on his face was hardly likely to be real. As to the name, Pitman, it was about as much his as it was mine. However, we have not found him, and there's no more to be made of it than that. Mr. Bede Greatorex asked me about the man the other day, whether I didn't think he might have gone at once out of the country. It happens to be what I've thought all along."
"I do not see what he could have against my brother, that he should injure him," spoke the clergyman, gazing on vacancy79, the dreamy look, so often seen in them, taking possession of his eyes. "So far as can be known, they were strangers."
"Now, sir, don't you run your head again a stone wall. Nobody says he did injure him; only that it's within the range of possibility he could have done it. As to being strangers, he might have turned out to be one of Counsellor Ollivera's dearest friends, once his disguises were took off."
Under the reproof80, Mr. Ollivera drew in, and there was a short pause of silence. He broke it almost immediately, to ask about the letter so often mentioned.
"Have you taken care of the paper?"
"I have," said Mr. Butterby, rather emphatically. "And I mean to do it, being permitted. This house wrote for it to be sent up, but I gave Mr. Greatorex my reasons for wishing to keep it, and he charged me not to let it go. If ever the time comes that that document may be of use, Reverend Sir, it will be forthcoming."
As the officer went out, for there was nothing more to remain for, Mr. Ollivera began speaking to Bede in a low tone. This conversation lasted but a minute or two, and was over, Bede retiring to the other room.
"Arthur Channing is coming to London, Mr. Ollivera."
That the interruption came from nobody but Roland, need not be affirmed. He was the only one in the office who presumed to interlard its business with personal matters. The clergyman, who was going out, turned his head.
"You will have the opportunity of making his better acquaintance, Mr. Ollivera. He is the noblest and grandest man the world ever saw. I don't mean in looks--though he might compete for a prize on that score--but for goodness and greatness. Hamish is at the top of the tree, but Arthur caps him."
Arthur Channing and his qualities did not bear interest for Mr. Ollivera just then; he had no time to attend to them. Saying a pleasant word in answer, he departed. Almost close upon that, Sir Richard Yorke came in, and went into the private room.
"Perhaps something has turned up about the cheque, and he's come to tell it," cried idle Roland. "I say, Mr. Brown, did you ever hear how they all keep up the ball about that Godfrey Pitman? Mrs. J. was describing him to me the other night. She and Miss Alletha came to an issue about his personal charms: the one saying his eyes were blue, the other brown. Remembering the fable81 of the chameleon82, I decided they must have been green. I'd not like to joke about him, though"--dropping his light tone--"if he really had a hand in John Ollivera's death. What do you think?"
"What I think is this, Mr. Yorke. As the person in question has nothing to do with my work or yours, I am content to let him alone. I should be exceedingly obliged to you to get that copy done for me."
"I'll get it done," said ready Roland. "There are such interruptions in this office, you see."
He was working away at a steaming pace, when Sir Richard Yorke came forth again, talking with Bede Greatorex. Roland slipped off his stool, and brought his tall self in his uncle's path.
"How are you, Sir Richard?"
Sir Richard's little eyes went blinking out, and he condescended83 to recognize Roland.
"Oh, ah, to be sure. You are one of the clerks here! Hope you keep out of debt, young man."
"I try to," said Roland. "I get a pound a week, and live upon it. It is not much for all things. One has to enjoy champagne85 and iced turtle through the shop-windows."
"Ah," said Sir Richard slowly, rubbing his hands together as if he were washing them of undesirable86 connections, "this comes of being a rover. You should do as Gerald does: work to keep up a position. I read an able article in the Snarler87 last night, which was pointed88 out to me as Gerald Yorke's. He works to some purpose, he does."
"If Gerald works he spends," was on the tip of his tongue. But he kept it in: it was rare indeed that his good-nature failed him. "How is Vincent?" he asked.
Vincent was very well, Sir Richard vouchsafed89 to reply, and went out, rubbing his hands still.
So, with one interlude or another, Roland's morning was got through. When released, he went flying in search of Annabel Channing, to impart to her the great news contained in her brother's letter.
She was not in the schoolroom. She was not in the dining-room. She was not anywhere that Roland could see. He turned to descend84 the stairs again more slowly than he had gone up, when Jane Greatorex came running from the landing above.
"Jane! Jane! I told you you were not to go down."
The voice, calling after the child, would have been like Annabel's but for a choking sound in it. He looked up and saw her: saw her face inflamed90 with tears, heard the sobs91 of grief. It took Roland more completely aback than any sight he had witnessed at Port Natal. The face disappeared swiftly, and Miss Jane jumped into his arms in triumph.
"Jenny, what is it?" he asked in a kind of dumb whisper, as if motion were suddenly struck out of him. "What is amiss with Miss Channing?"
"It's through Aunt Bede. She puts herself into passions. I thought she'd have hit her this morning. She told her she was not worth her salt."
Roland's face grew white with indignation.
"Your Aunt Bede did!"
"Oh, it's nothing new," said the child carelessly. "Aunt Bede goes on at her nearly as much every day."
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