Presently he rose from the table and left the room. Mrs. Carew became suddenly lively, and the meal went on unconcernedly. It was not long before Sidney came back.
“Do you want,” he said to his mother, “some tickets for a concert at Brayport on the 4th of next month?”
“What sort of a concert?”
Sidney consulted the tickets.
“We always take six tickets,” put in Miss Molly, and her mother began to seek her pocket.
“Mr. Bodery,” said Sidney, at this moment, “you have nothing to eat. Let me cut you some ham.”
He moved towards the sideboard, but Mr. Bodery rose from his seat.
“I prefer to carve it myself,” he replied, proceeding2 to do so.
Sidney held the plate. They were quite close together, and Hilda was talking persistently3 and gaily4 to the Vicomte d'Audierne.
“The London police are here already,” whispered Sidney; “shall I say anything about Vellacott?”
“No,” replied Mr. Bodery, after a moment's reflection.
“I am going to ride over to Porton Abbey with them now.”
“Right,” replied the editor, returning to the table with his plate.
Sidney left the room again, and the Vicomte d'Audierne detected the quick, anxious glance directed by Hilda at his retreating form. A few minutes later young Carew rode away from the house in company with two men, while a fourth horseman followed closely.
He who rode on Sidney's left hand was a tall, grizzled man, with the bearing of a soldier, while his second companion was fair and gentle in manner. The soldier was Captain Pharland, District Inspector5 of Police; the civilian6 was the keenest detective in London.
“Of course,” said this man, who sat his hired horse with perfect confidence. “Of course we are too late, I know that.”
He spoke7 softly and somewhat slowly; his manner was essentially8 that of a man accustomed to the entire attention of his hearers.
“The old Italian,” he continued, “who went under the name of Signor Bruno, disappeared this morning. It is just possible that he will succeed in getting out of the country. It all depends upon who he is.”
“Who do you suppose he is?” asked Captain Pharland. He was an upright old British soldier, and felt ill at ease in the society of his celebrated9 confrère.
“I don't know,” was the frank reply; “you see this is not a criminal affair, it is entirely10 political; it is hardly in my line of country.”
They rode on in silence for a space of time, during which Captain Pharland lighted a cigar and offered one to his companions. Sidney accepted, but the gentleman from London refused quietly, and without explanation. It was he who spoke first.
“Last autumn.”
“Did they—ah—deal with the local tradesmen?”
“No,” replied Sidney, “I think not. They received all their stores by train from London.”
“No, never.”
The fair-haired gentleman gave a little upward jerk of the head and smiled quietly for his own satisfaction.
He did not speak again until the cavalcade14 reached Porton Abbey. The old place looked very peaceful in the morning light, standing15 grimly in the midst of that soft lush grass which only grows over old habitations.
One side of the long, low building was in good repair, while the other half had been allowed to crumble16 away. The narrow Norman windows had been framed with unpainted wood and cheap glass. The broad doorway17 had been partly filled in with unseasoned deal, and an inexpensive door had been fitted up.
The bell-knob was of brass18, new and glaring in the morning sun. The gentleman from London, having alighted, took gently hold of this and rang. A faint tinkle19 rewarded him. It was the peculiar20 sound of a bell ringing in an empty house. After a moment's pause he wrenched21 the bell nearly out of its socket22, and a long peal23 was the result. At last this ceased, and there was no sound in the house. The fair man looked back over his shoulder at Captain Pharland.
Then he took from his breast pocket a little bar in the shape of a lever. He introduced the bent25 end of this between the door and the post, just above the keyhole, and gave a sharp jerk. There was a short crack like that made by the snapping of cast iron, and the door flew open.
Without a moment's hesitation26 the man went in, followed closely by Sidney and Captain Pharland.
The birds had flown. As mysteriously as they had come, the devotees had vanished. Bare walls met the eyes of the searchers. Porton Abbey stood empty again after its brief return to life and warmth, and indeed it scarcely looked habitable. The few personal effects of the simple monks had been removed; the walls and stone floors were rigidly27 clean; the small chapel28 showed signs of recent repair. There was an altar-cloth, a crucifix, and two brass candlesticks.
The gentleman from London noted29 these items with a cynical30 smile. He had instinctively31 removed his hat; it is just possible that there was another side to this man's life—a side wherein he dealt with men who were not openly villains32. He may have been a churchwarden at home.
“Clever beggars!” he ejaculated, “they were ready for every emergency.”
“I do. They were no more monks than we are.”
The search did not last much longer. Only a few rooms had been inhabited, and there was absolutely nothing left—no shred35 of evidence, no clue whatever.
“Yes,” said the fair-haired man, when they had finished their inspection36, “these were exceptional men; they knew their business.”
As they left the house he paused, and closed the door again, remaining inside.
“You see,” he said, “there is not even a bolt on the door. They knew better than to depend on bolts and bars. They knew a trick worth two of that.”
At the gate they met a small, inoffensive man, with a brown beard and a walking-stick. There was nothing else to say about him; without the beard and the walking-stick there would have been nothing left to know him by.
“That is my assistant,” announced the London detective quietly. “He has been down to the cliff.”
The two men stepped aside together, and consulted in an undertone for some time. Then the last speaker returned to Captain Pharland and Sidney, who were standing together.
“That newspaper,” he said, “the Beacon37, is word for word right. My assistant has been to the spot. The arms and ammunition38 have undoubtedly39 been shipped from this place. The cases of cartridges40 mentioned by the man who wrote the article as having been seen, in a dream, half-way down the cliff, are actually there; my assistant has seen them.”
Captain Pharland scratched his honest cavalry41 head. He was beginning to regret that he had accepted the post of district inspector of the police. Sidney Carew puffed42 at his pipe in silence.
“Of course,” said the detective, “the newspaper man got all this information through the treachery of one of the party. I should like to get hold of that traitor43. He would be a useful man to know.”
In this the astute44 gentleman from London betrayed his extremely limited knowledge of the Society of Jesus. There are no traitors45 in that vast corporation.
Sidney and Captain Pharland rode home together, leaving the two detectives to find their way to Brayport Station.
They rode in silence, for the Captain was puzzled, and his companion was intensely anxious.
Sidney Carew was beginning to realise that the events of the last three days had a graver import than they at first promised to conceal46. The now celebrated article in the Beacon opened his eyes, and he knew that the writer of it must have paid very dearly for his daring. It seemed extremely probable that the head and hands which had conceived and carried out this singular feat47 were both still for ever. Vellacott's own written tribute to the vast powers of the Jesuits, and their immovable habit of forcing a way through all obstacles to the end in view, was scarcely reassuring48 to his friends.
Sidney knew and recognised the usual fertility of resource possessed49 by his friend; but against him were pitted men of greater gifts, of less scruple50, and of infinitely51 superior training in the crooked52 ways of humanity. That he should have been so long without vouchsafing53 word or sign was almost proof positive that his absence was involuntary; and men capable of placing fire-arms into the hands of a maddened mob were not likely to hesitate in sacrificing a single life that chanced to stand in their path.
As the young fellow rode along, immersed in meditation54, he heard the sound of carriage-wheels, and, looking up, recognised his own grey horse and dog-cart. Mr. Bodery was driving, and driving hard. On seeing Sidney he pulled up, somewhat recklessly, in a manner which suggested that he had not always been a stout55, middle-aged56 Londoner.
“Been telegraphed for,” he shouted, “by the people at the office. Government is taking it up. Just time to catch the train.”
And the editor of the Beacon disappeared in a cloud of dust.
The Vicomte d'Audierne was thus left in full possession of the field.
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monks
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brass
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traitors
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