February as a rule is not a month of fogs, but rather a month oftempestuous gales1, of frosts and snowfalls, but the night ofFebruary 17th, 19--, was one of calm and mist. It was not thetypical London fog so dreaded2 by the foreigner, but one of thoselittle patchy mists which smoke through the streets, nowenshrouding and making the nearest object invisible, now clearingaway to the finest diaphanous3 filament4 of pale grey.
Sir William Bartholomew had a house in Portman Place, which is awide thoroughfare, filled with solemn edifices5 of unlovely andforbidding exterior6, but remarkably7 comfortable within. Shortlybefore eleven on the night of February 17th, a taxi drew up at thejunction of Sussex Street and Portman Place, and a girl alighted.
The fog at that moment was denser8 than usual and she hesitated amoment before she left the shelter which the cab afforded.
She gave the driver a few instructions and walked on with a firmstep, turning abruptly9 and mounting the steps of Number 173. Veryquickly she inserted her key in the lock, pushed the door open andclosed it behind her. She switched on the hall light. The housesounded hollow and deserted10, a fact which afforded herconsiderable satisfaction. She turned the light out and found herway up the broad stairs to the first floor, paused for a moment toswitch on another light which she knew would not be observablefrom the street outside and mounted the second flight.
Miss Belinda Mary Bartholomew congratulated herself upon thesuccess of her scheme, and the only doubt that was in her mind nowwas whether the boudoir had been locked, but her father was rathercareless in such matters and Jacks11 the butler was one of thosedear, silly, old men who never locked anything, and, inconsequence, faced every audit12 with a long face and a longer taleof the peculations of occasional servants.
To her immense relief the handle turned and the door opened to hertouch. Somebody had had the sense to pull down the blinds and thecurtains were drawn13. She switched on the light with a sigh ofrelief. Her mother's writing table was covered with unopenedletters, but she brushed these aside in her search for the littleparcel. It was not there and her heart sank. Perhaps she had putit in one of the drawers. She tried them all without result.
She stood by the desk a picture of perplexity, biting a fingerthoughtfully.
"Thank goodness!" she said with a jump, for she saw the parcel onthe mantel shelf, crossed the room and took it down.
With eager hands she tore off the covering and came to thefamiliar leather case. Not until she had opened the padded lidand had seen the snuffbox reposing14 in a bed of cotton wool did sherelapse into a long sigh of relief.
"Thank heaven for that," she said aloud.
"And me," said a voice.
She sprang up and turned round with a look of terror.
"Mr. - Mr. Meredith," she stammered15.
T. X. stood by the window curtains from whence he had made hisdramatic entry upon the scene.
"I say you have to thank me also, Miss Bartholomew," he saidpresently.
"How do you know my name?" she asked with some curiosity.
"I know everything in the world," he answered, and she smiled.
Suddenly her face went serious and she demanded sharply"Who sent you after me - Mr. Kara?""Mr. Kara?" he repeated, in wonder.
"He threatened to send for the police," she went on rapidly, "andI told him he might do so. I didn't mind the police - it was KaraI was afraid of. You know what I went for, my mother's property."She held the snuff-box in her outstretched hand.
"He accused me of stealing and was hateful, and then he put medownstairs in that awful cellar and - ""And?" suggested T. X.
"That's all," she replied with tightened16 lips; "what are you goingto do now?""I am going to ask you a few questions if I may," he said. "Inthe first place have you not heard anything about Mr. Kara sinceyou went away?"She shook her head.
"I have kept out of his way," she said grimly.
"Have you seen the newspapers?" he asked.
She nodded.
"I have seen the advertisement column - I wired asking Papa toreply to my telegram.""I know - I saw it," he smiled; "that is what brought me here.""I was afraid it would," she said ruefully; "father is awfullyloquacious in print - he makes speeches you know. All I wantedhim to say was yes or no. What do you mean about the newspapers?"she went on. "Is anything wrong with mother?"He shook his head.
"So far as I know Lady Bartholomew is in the best of health and ison her way home.""Then what do you mean by asking me about the newspapers!" shedemanded; "why should I see the newspapers - what is there for meto see?""About Kara?" he suggested.
She shook her head in bewilderment.
"I know and want to know nothing about Kara. Why do you say thisto me?""Because," said T. X. slowly, "on the night you disappeared fromCadogan Square, Remington Kara was murdered.""Murdered," she gasped17.
He nodded.
"He was stabbed to the heart by some person or persons unknown."T. X. took his hand from his pocket and pulled something out whichwas wrapped in tissue paper. This he carefully removed and thegirl watched with fascinated gaze, and with an awful sense ofapprehension. Presently the object was revealed. It was a pairof scissors with the handle wrapped about with a smallhandkerchief dappled with brown stains. She took a step backward,raising her hands to her cheeks.
"My scissors," she said huskily; "you won't think - "She stared up at him, fear and indignation struggling for mastery.
"I don't think you committed the murder," he smiled; "if that'swhat you mean to ask me, but if anybody else found those scissorsand had identified this handkerchief you would have been in rathera fix, my young friend."She looked at the scissors and shuddered18.
"I did kill something," she said in a low voice, "an awful dog ...
I don't know how I did it, but the beastly thing jumped at me andI just stabbed him and killed him, and I am glad," she nodded manytimes and repeated, "I am glad.""So I gather - I found the dog and now perhaps you'll explain whyI didn't find you?"Again she hesitated and he felt that she was hiding something fromhim.
"I don't know why you didn't find me," she said; "I was there.""How did you get out?""How did you get out?" she challenged him boldly.
"I got out through the door," he confessed; "it seems aridiculously commonplace way of leaving but that's the only way Icould see.""And that's how I got out," she answered, with a little smile.
"But it was locked."She laughed.
"I see now," she said; "I was in the cellar. I heard your key inthe lock and bolted down the trap, leaving those awful scissorsbehind. I thought it was Kara with some of his friends and thenthe voices died away and I ventured to come up and found you hadleft the door open. So - so I - "These queer little pauses puzzled T. X. There was something shewas not telling him. Something she had yet to reveal.
"So I got away you see," she went on. "I came out into thekitchen; there was nobody there, and I passed through the areadoor and up the steps and just round the corner I found a taxicab,and that is all."She spread out her hands in a dramatic little gesture.
"And that is all, is it?" said T. X.
"That is all," she repeated; "now what are you going to do?"T. X. looked up at the ceiling and stroked his chin.
"I suppose that I ought to arrest you. I feel that something isdue from me. May I ask if you were sleeping in the beddownstairs?""In the lower cellar?" she demanded, - a little pause and then,"Yes, I was sleeping in the cellar downstairs."There was that interval19 of hesitation20 almost between each word.
"What are you going to do?" she asked again.
She was feeling more sure of herself and had suppressed the panicwhich his sudden appearance had produced in her. He rumpled21 hishair, a gross imitation, did she but know it, of one of hischief's mannerisms and she observed that his hair was very thickand inclined to curl. She saw also that he was passably goodlooking, had fine grey eyes, a straight nose and a most firm chin.
"I think," she suggested gently, "you had better arrest me.""Don't be silly," he begged.
She stared at him in amazement22.
"What did you say?" she asked wrathfully.
"I said 'don't be silly,'" repeated the calm young man.
"Do you know that you're being very rude?" she asked.
He seemed interested and surprised at this novel view of hisconduct.
"Of course," she went on carefully smoothing her dress andavoiding his eye, "I know you think I am silly and that I've got amost comic name.""I have never said your name was comic," he replied coldly; "Iwould not take so great a liberty.""You said it was 'weird23' which was worse," she claimed.
"I may have said it was 'weird,"' he admitted, "but that's ratherdifferent to saying it was 'comic.' There is dignity in weirdthings. For example, nightmares aren't comic but they're weird.""Thank you," she said pointedly24.
"Not that I mean your name is anything approaching a nightmare."He made this concession25 with a most magnificent sweep of hand asthough he were a king conceding her the right to remain covered inhis presence. "I think that Belinda Ann - ""Belinda Mary," she corrected.
"Belinda Mary, I was going to say, or as a matter of fact," hefloundered, "I was going to say Belinda and Mary.""You were going to say nothing of the kind," she corrected him.
"Anyway, I think Belinda Mary is a very pretty name.""You think nothing of the sort."She saw the laughter in his eyes and felt an insane desire tolaugh.
"You said it was a weird name and you think it is a weird name,but I really can't be bothered considering everybody's views. Ithink it's a weird name, too. I was named after an aunt," sheadded in self-defence.
"There you have the advantage of me," he inclined his headpolitely; "I was named after my father's favourite dog.""What does T. X. stand for?" she asked curiously26.
"Thomas Xavier," he said, and she leant back in the big chair onthe edge of which a few minutes before she had perched herself intrepidation and dissolved into a fit of immoderate laughter.
"It is comic, isn't it?" he asked.
"Oh, I am sorry I'm so rude," she gasped. "Fancy being calledTommy Xavier - I mean Thomas Xavier.""You may call me Tommy if you wish - most of my friends do.""Unfortunately I'm not your friend," she said, still smiling andwiping the tears from her eyes, "so I shall go on calling you Mr.
Meredith if you don't mind."She looked at her watch.
"If you are not going to arrest me I'm going," she said.
"I have certainly no intention of arresting you," said he, "but Iam going to see you home!"She jumped up smartly.
"You're not," she commanded.
She was so definite in this that he was startled.
"My dear child," he protested.
"Please don't 'dear child' me," she said seriously; "you're goingto be a good little Tommy and let me go home by myself."She held out her hand frankly27 and the laughing appeal in her eyeswas irresistible28.
"Well, I'll see you to a cab," he insisted.
"And listen while I give the driver instructions where he is totake me?"She shook her head reprovingly.
"It must be an awful thing to be a policeman."He stood back with folded arms, a stern frown on his face.
"Don't you trust me?" he asked.
"No," she replied.
"Quite right," he approved; "anyway I'll see you to the cab andyou can tell the driver to go to Charing29 Cross station and on yourway you can change your direction.""And you promise you won't follow me?" she asked.
"On my honour," he swore; "on one condition though.""I will make no conditions," she replied haughtily30.
"Please come down from your great big horse," he begged, "andlisten to reason. The condition I make is that I can always bringyou to an appointed rendezvous31 whenever I want you. Honestly,this is necessary, Belinda Mary.""Miss Bartholomew," she corrected, coldly.
"It is necessary," he went on, "as you will understand. Promiseme that, if I put an advertisement in the agonies of either anevening paper which I will name or in the Morning Port, you willkeep the appointment I fix, if it is humanly possible."She hesitated a moment, then held out her hand.
"I promise," she said.
"Good for you, Belinda Mary," said he, and tucking her arm in hishe led her out of the room switching off the light and racing32 herdown the stairs.
If there was a lot of the schoolgirl left in Belinda MaryBartholomew, no less of the schoolboy was there in thisCommissioner of Police. He would have danced her through the fog,contemptuous of the proprieties33, but he wasn't so very anxious toget her to her cab and to lose sight of her.
"Good-night," he said, holding her hand.
"That's the third time you've shaken hands with me to-night," sheinterjected.
"Don't let us have any unpleasantness at the last," he pleaded,"and remember.""I have promised," she replied.
"And one day," he went on, "you will tell me all that happened inthat cellar.""I have told you," she said in a low voice.
"You have not told me everything, child."He handed her into the cab. He shut the door behind her and leantthrough the open window.
"Victoria or Marble Arch?" he asked politely.
"Charing Cross," she replied, with a little laugh.
He watched the cab drive away and then suddenly it stopped and afigure lent out from the window beckoning34 him frantically35. He ranup to her.
"Suppose I want you," she asked.
"Advertise," he said promptly36, "beginning your advertisement 'DearTommy."'
"I shall put 'T. X.,' " she said indignantly.
"Then I shall take no notice of your advertisement," he repliedand stood in the middle of the street, his hat in his hand, to theintense annoyance37 of a taxi-cab driver who literally38 all but ranhim down and in a figurative sense did so until T. X. was out ofearshot.
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