The lady patroness of Michaelis, the ticket-of-leave apostle of humanitarian1 hopes, was one of the most influential2 and distinguished3 connections of the Assistant Commissioner4's wife, whom she called Annie, and treated still rather as a not very wise and utterly5 inexperienced young girl. But she had consented to accept him on a friendly footing, which was by no means the case with all of his wife's influential connections. Married young and splendidly at some remote epoch6 of the past, she had had for a time a close view of great affairs, and even of some great men. She herself was a great lady. Old now in the number of her years, she had that sort of exceptional temperament7 which defies time with scornful disregard, as if it were a rather vulgar convention submitted to by the mass of inferior mankind. Many other conventions easier to set aside, alas8! failed to obtain her recognition, also on temperamental grounds - either because they bored her, or else because they stood in the way of her scorns and sympathies. Admiration9 was a sentiment unknown to her (it was one of the secret griefs of her most noble husband against her) - first, as always more or less tainted10 with mediocrity, and next as being in a way an admission of inferiority. And both were frankly11 inconceivable to her nature. To be fearlessly outspoken12 in her opinions came easily to her, since she judged solely15 from the standpoint of her social position. She was equally untrammelled in her actions; and as her tactfulness proceeded from genuine humanity, her bodily vigour17 remained remarkable18 and her superiority was serene19 and cordial, three generations had admired her infinitely20, and the last she was likely to see had pronounced her a wonderful woman. Meantime, intelligent, with a sort of lofty simplicity21, and curious at heart, but not like many women merely of social gossip, she amused her age by attracting within her ken14 through the power of her great, almost historical, social prestige everything that rose above the dead level of mankind, lawfully24 or unlawfully, by position, wit, audacity25, fortune or misfortune. Royal Highnesses, artists, men of science, young statesmen, and charlatans26 of all ages and conditions, who, unsubstantial and light, bobbing up like corks27, show best the direction of the surface currents, had been welcomed in that house, listened to, penetrated28, understood, appraised29, for her own edification. In her own words, she liked to watch what the world was coming to. And as she had a practical mind her judgement of men and things, though based on special prejudices, was seldom totally wrong, and almost never wrong-headed. Her drawing-room was probably the only place in the wide world where an Assistant Commissioner of Police could meet a convict liberated on a ticket-of-leave on other than professional and official ground. Who had brought Michaelis there one afternoon the Assistant Commissioner did not remember very well. He had a notion it must have been a certain Member of Parliament of illustrious parentage and unconventional sympathies, which were the standing30 joke of the comic papers. The notabilities and even the simple notorieties of the day brought each other freely to that temple of an old woman's not ignoble31 curiosity. You never could guess whom you were likely to come upon being received in semi-privacy within the faded blue silk and gilt32 frame screen, making a cosy33 nook for a couch and a few armchairs in the great drawing-room, with its hum of voices and the groups of people seated or standing in the light of six tall windows.
Michaelis had been the object of a revulsion of popular sentiment, the same sentiment which years ago had applauded the ferocity of the life sentence passed upon him for complicity in a rather mad attempt to rescue some prisoners from a police van. The plan of the conspirators34 had been to shoot down the horses and overpower the escort. Unfortunately, one of the police constables35 got shot, too. He left a wife and three small children, and the death of that man aroused through the length and breadth of a realm for whose defence, welfare, and glory men die every day as matter of duty, an outburst of furious indignation, of a raging, implacable pity for the victim. Three ringleaders got hanged. Michaelis, young and slim, locksmith by trade, and great frequenter of evening schools, did not even know that anybody had been killed, his part with a few others being to force open the door at the back of the special conveyance37. When arrested he had a bunch of skeleton keys in one pocket, a heavy chisel38 in another, and a short crowbar in his hand; neither more nor less than a burglar. But no burglar would have received such a heavy sentence.
The death of the constable36 had made him miserable39 at heart, but the failure of the plot also. He did not conceal40 either of these sentiments from his empanelled countrymen, and that sort of compunction appeared shockingly imperfect to the crammed41 court. The judge on passing sentence commented feelingly upon the depravity and callousness42 of the young prisoner.
That made the groundless fame of his condemnation43; the fame of his release was made for him on no better grounds by people who wished to exploit the sentimental44 aspect of his imprisonment45 either for purposes of their own or for no intelligible46 purpose. He let them do so in the innocence47 of his heart and the simplicity of his mind. Nothing that happened to him individually had any importance. He was like those saintly men whose personality is lost in the contemplation of their faith. His ideas were not in the nature of convictions. They were inaccessible48 to reasoning. They formed in all their contradictions and obscurities an invincible49 and humanitarian creed50, which he confessed rather than preached, with an obstinate gentleness, a smile of pacific assurance on his lips, and his candid51 blue eyes cast down because the sight of faces troubled his inspiration developed in solitude52. In that characteristic attitude, pathetic in his grotesque53 and incurable54 obesity55 which he had to drag like a galley56 slave's bullet to the end of his days, the Assistant Commissioner of Police beheld57 the ticket-of- leave apostle filling a privileged armchair within the screen. He sat there by the head of the old lady's couch, mild' voiced and quiet, with no more self-consciousness than a very small child, and with something of a child's charm - the appealing charm of trustfulness. Confident of the future, whose secret ways had been revealed to him within the four walls of a well-known penitentiary58, he had no reason to look with suspicion upon anybody. If he could not give the great and curious lady a very definite idea as to what the world was coming to, he had managed without effort to impress her by his unembittered faith, by the sterling60 quality of his optimism.
A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale. The great lady was simple in her own way. His views and beliefs had nothing in them to shock or startle her, since she judged them from the standpoint of her lofty position. Indeed, her sympathies were easily accessible to a man of that sort. She was not an exploiting capitalist herself; she was, as it were, above the play of economic conditions. And she had a great capacity of pity for the more obvious forms of common human miseries61, precisely62 because she was such a complete stranger to them that she had to translate her conception into terms of mental suffering before she could grasp the notion of their cruelty. The Assistant Commissioner remembered very well the conversation between these two. He had listened in silence. It was something as exciting in a way, and even touching63 in its foredoomed futility64, as the efforts at moral intercourse65 between the inhabitants of remote planets. But this grotesque incarnation of humanitarian passion appealed, somehow, to one's imagination. At last Michaelis rose, and taking the great lady's extended hand, shook it, retained it for a moment in his great cushioned palm with unembarrassed friendliness66, and turned upon the semi-private nook of the drawing-room his back, vast and square, and as if distended67 under the short tweed jacket. Glancing about in serene benevolence68, he waddled69 along to the distant door between the knots of other visitors. The murmur70 of conversations paused on his passage. He smiled innocently at a tall, brilliant girl, whose eyes met his accidentally, and went out unconscious of the glances following him across the room. Michaelis's first appearance in the world was a success - a success of esteem71 unmarred by a single murmur of derision. The interrupted conversations were resumed in their proper tone, grave or light. Only a well-set-up, long-limbed, active-looking man of forty talking with two ladies near a window remarked aloud, with an unexpected depth of feeling: `Eighteen stone, I should say, and not five foot six. Poor fellow! It's terrible - terrible.'
The lady of the house gazing absently at the Assistant Commissioner, left alone with her on the private side of the screen, seemed to be rearranging her mental impressions behind her thoughtful immobility of a handsome old face. Men with grey moustaches and full, healthy, vaguely73 smiling countenances74 approached, circling round the screen; two mature women with a matronly air of gracious resolution; a clean-shaved individual with sunken cheeks, and dangling76 a gold-mounted eyeglass on a broad black ribbon with an old world, dandified effect. A silence deferential77, but full of reserves, reigned78 for a moment, and then the great lady exclaimed, not with resentment79, but with a sort of protesting indignation:
`And that officially is supposed to be a revolutionist! What nonsense.' She looked hard at the Assistant Commissioner, who murmured, apologetically:
`Not a dangerous one perhaps.'
`Not dangerous - I should think not indeed. He is a mere22 believer. It's the temperament of a saint,' declared the great lady in a firm tone. `And they kept him shut up for twenty years. One shudders80 at the stupidity of it. And now they have let him out everybody belonging to him is gone away somewhere or dead. His parents are dead; the girl he was to marry has died while he was in prison; he has lost the skill necessary for his manual occupation. He told me all this himself with the sweetest patience; but then, he said, he had had plenty of time to think out things for himself. A pretty compensation! If that's the stuff revolutionists are made of some of us may well go on their knees to them,' she continued in a slightly bantering81 voice, while the banal82 society smiles hardened on the worldly faces turned towards her with conventional deference83. `The poor creature is obviously no longer in a position to take care of himself. Somebody will have to look after him a little.'
`He should be recommended to follow a treatment of some sort, the soldierly voice of the active-looking man was heard advising earnestly from a distance. He was in the pink of condition for his age, and even the texture84 of his long frock-coat had a character of elastic85 soundness, as if it were a living tissue. `The man is virtually a cripple,' he added with unmistakable feeling.
Other voices, as if glad of the opening, murmured hasty compassion86. `Quite startling,' `Monstrous,' `Most painful to see.' The lank87 man, with the eyeglass on a broad ribbon, pronounced mincingly88 the word `Grotesque,' whose justness was appreciated by those standing near him. They smiled at each other.
The Assistant Commissioner had expressed no opinion either then or later, his position making it impossible for him to ventilate any independent view of a ticket-of-leave convict. But, in truth, he shared the view of his wife's friend and patron that Michaelis was a humanitarian sentimentalist, a little mad, but upon the whole incapable89 of hurting a fly intentionally90. So when that name cropped up suddenly in this vexing91 bomb affair he realized all the danger of it for the ticket-of-leave apostle, and his mind reverted92 at once to the old lady's well-established infatuation. Her arbitrary kindness would not brook93 patiently any interference with Michaelis's freedom. It was a deep, calm, convinced infatuation. She had not only felt him to be inoffensive, but she had said so, which last by a confusion of her absolutist mind became a sort of incontrovertible demonstration94. It was as if the monstrosity of the man, with his candid infant's eyes and a fat angelic smile, had fascinated her. She had come to believe almost his theory of the future, since it was not repugnant to her prejudices. She disliked the new element of plutocracy95 in the social compound, and industrialism as a method of human development appeared to her singularly repulsive96 in its mechanical and unfeeling character. The humanitarian hopes of the mild Michaelis tended not towards utter destruction, but merely towards the complete economic ruin of the system. And she did not really see where was the moral harm of it. It would do away with all the multitude of the parvenus97, whom she disliked and mistrusted, not because they had arrived anywhere (she denied that), but because of their profound unintelligence of the world, which was the primary cause of the crudity98 of their perceptions and the aridity99 of their hearts. With the annihilation of all capital they would vanish, too; but universal ruin (providing it was universal, as it was revealed to Michaelis) would leave the social values untouched. The disappearance100 of the last piece of money could not affectpeople of position. She could not conceive how it could affect her position, for instance. She had developed these discoveries to the Assistant Commissioner with all the serene fearlessness of an old woman who had escaped the blight101 of indifference102. He had made for himself the rule to receive everything of that sort in a silence which he took care from policy and inclination not to make offensive. He had an affection for the aged59 disciple103 of Michaelis, a complex sentiment depending a little on her prestige, on her personality, but most of all on the instinct of flattered gratitude104. He felt himself really liked in her house. She was kindness personified. And she was practically wise, too, after the manner of experienced women. She made his married life much easier than it would have been without her generously full recognition of his rights as Annie's husband. Her influence upon his wife, a woman devoured105 by all sorts of small selfishnesses, small envies, small jealousies106, was excellent. Unfortunately, both her kindness and her wisdom were of unreasonable107 complexion108, distinctly feminine, and difficult to deal with. She remained a perfect woman all along her full tale of years, and not as some of them do become - a sort of slippery, pestilential old man in petticoats. And it was as of a woman that he thought of her - the specially109 choice incarnation of the feminine, wherein is recruited the tender, ingenuous110, and fierce bodyguard111 for all sorts of men who talk under the influence of an emotion, true or fraudulent; for preachers, seers, prophets, or reformers.
Appreciating the distinguished and good friend of his wife, and himself, in that way, the Assistant Commissioner became alarmed at the convict Michaelis's possible fate. Once arrested on suspicion of being in some way, however remote, a party to this outrage112, the man could hardly escape being sent back to finish his sentence at least. And that would kill him; he would never come out alive. The Assistant Commissioner made a reflection extremely unbecoming his official position without being really creditable to his humanity.
`If the fellow is laid hold of again,' he thought, `she will never forgive me.'
The frankness of such a secretly outspoken thought could not go without some derisive113 self-criticism. No man engaged in a work he does not like can preserve many saving illusions about himself. The distaste, the absence of glamour114, extend from the occupation to the personality. It is only when our appointed activities seem by a lucky accident to obey the particular earnestness of our temperament that we can taste the comfort of complete self-deception. The Assistant Commissioner did not like his work at home. The police work he had been engaged on in a distant part of the globe had the saving character of an irregular sort of warfare116 or at least the risk and excitement of open-air sport. His real abilities, which were mainly of an administrative117 order, were combined with an adventurous118 disposition119. Chained to a desk in the thick of four millions of men, he considered himself the victim of an ironic120 fate - the same, no doubt, which had brought about his marriage with a woman exceptionally sensitive in the matter of colonial climate, besides other limitations testifying to the delicacy121 of her nature - and her tastes. Though he judged his alarm sardonically122 he did not dismiss the improper123 thought from his mind.
The instinct of self-preservation was strong within him. On the contrary, he repeated it mentally with profane124 emphasis and a fuller precision: `Damn it! If that infernal Heat has his way the fellow'll die in prison smothered125 in his fat, and she'll never forgive me.
His black, narrow figure, with the white band of the collar under the silvery gleams on the close-cropped hair at the back of the head, remained motionless. The silence had lasted such a long time that Chief Inspector126 Heat ventured to clear his throat. This noise produced its effect. The zealous128 and intelligent officer was asked by his superior, whose back remained turned to him immovably:
`You connect Michaelis with this affair?' Chief Inspector Heat was very positive, but cautious.
`Well sir,' he said, `we have enough to go upon. A man like that has no business to be at large, anyhow.'
`You will want some conclusive129 evidence,' came the observation in a murmur.
Chief Inspector Heat raised his eyebrows131 at the black, narrow back, which remained obstinately132 presented to his intelligence and his zeal127.
`There will be no difficulty in getting up sufficient evidence against him,' he said, with virtuous133 complacency. `You may trust me for that, sir,' he added, quite unnecessarily, out of the fullness of his heart; for it seemed to him an excellent thing to have that man in hand to be thrown down to the public should it think fit to roar with any special indignation in this case. It was impossible to say yet whether it would roar or not. That in the last instance depended, of course, on the newspaper press. But in any case, Chief Inspector Heat, purveyor134 of prisons by trade, and a man of legal instincts, did logically believe that incarceration135 was the proper fate for every declared enemy of the law. In the strength of that conviction he committed a fault of tact16. He allowed himself a little conceited136 laugh, and repeated:
`Trust me for that, sir.'
This was too much for the forced calmness under which the Assistant Commissioner had for upwards137 of eighteen months concealed138 his irritation139 with the system and the subordinates of his office. A square peg140 forced into a round hole, he had felt like a daily outrage that long-established smooth roundness into which a man of less sharply angular shape would have fitted himself, with voluptuous141 acquiescence142, after a shrug143 or two. What he resented most was just the necessity of taking so much on trust. At the little laugh of Chief Inspector-Heat's he spun swiftly on his heels, as if whirled away from the window-pane by an electric shock. He caught on the latter's face not only the complacency proper to the occasion lurking144 under the moustache, but the vestiges145 of experimental watchfulness146 in the round eyes, which had been, no doubt, fastened on his back, and now met his glance for a second before the intent character of their stare had the time to change to a merely startled appearance.
The Assistant Commissioner of Police had really some qualifications for his post. Suddenly his suspicion was awakened147. It is but fair to say that his suspicions of the police methods (unless the police happened to be a semi-military body organized by himself) was not difficult to arouse. If it ever slumbered148 from sheer weariness, it was but lightly: and his appreciation149 of Chief Inspector Heat's zeal and ability, moderate in itself, excluded all notion of moral confidence. `He's up to something,' he exclaimed, mentally, and at once became angry. Crossing over to his desk with headlong strides, he sat down violently. `Here I am stuck in a litter of paper,' he reflected, with unreasonable resentment, `supposed to hold all the threads in my hands and yet I can but hold what is put in my hand, and nothing else. And they can fasten the other ends of the threads where they please.
He raised his head, and turned towards his subordinate a long, meagre face with the accentuated150 features of an energetic Don Quixote.
`Now what is it you've got up your sleeve?'
The other stared. He stared without winking152 in a perfect immobility of his round eyes, as he was used to stare at the various members of the criminal class when, after being duly cautioned, they made their statements in the tones of injured innocence, or false simplicity, or sullen153 resignation. But behind that professional and stony154 fixity there was some surprise, too, for in such a tone, combining nicely the note of contempt and impatience155, Chief Inspector Heat, the right-hand man of the department, was not used to be addressed. He began in a procrastinating156 manner, like a man taken unawares by a new and unexpected experience.
`What I've got against that man Michaelis you mean, sir?'
The Assistant Commissioner watched the bullet head; the points of that Norse rover's moustache, falling below the line of the heavy jaw158; the whole full and pale physiognomy, whose determined159 character was marred72 by too much flesh; at the cunning wrinkles radiating from the outer corners of the eyes - and in that purposeful contemplation of the valuable and trusted officer he drew a conviction so sudden that it moved him like an inspiration.
`I have reason to think that when you came into this room,' he said in measured tones, `it was not Michaelis who was in your mind; not principally - perhaps not at all.'
`You have reason to think, sir?' muttered Chief Inspector Heat with every appearance of astonishment160, which up to a certain point was genuine enough. He had discovered in this affair a delicate and perplexing side, forcing upon the discoverer a certain amount of insincerity - that sort of insincerity which, under the names of skill, prudence161, discretion162, turns up at one point or another in most human affairs. He felt at the moment like a tight-rope artist might feel if suddenly, in the middle of the performance, the manager of the Music Hall were to rush out of the proper managerial seclusion163 and begin to shake the rope. Indignation, the sense of moral insecurity engendered164 by such a treacherous165 proceeding166 joined to the immediate apprehension167 of a broken neck, would, in the colloquial168 phrase, put him in a state. And there would be also some scandalized concern for his art, too, since a man must identify himself with something more tangible169 than his own personality, and establish his pride somewhere, either in his social position, or in the quality of the work he is obliged to do, or simply in the superiority of the idleness he may be fortunate enough to enjoy.
`Yes,' said the Assistant Commissioner; `I have. I do not mean to say that you have not thought of Michaelis at all. But you are giving the fact you've mentioned a prominence170 which strikes me as not quite candid, Inspector Heat. If that is really the track of discovery, why haven't you followed it up at once, either personally or by sending one of your men to that village?'
`Do you think, sir, I have failed in my duty there?' the Chief Inspector asked, in a tone which he sought to make simply reflective. Forced unexpectedly to concentrate his faculties171 upon the task of preserving his balance, he had seized upon that point, and exposed himself to a rebuke172; for the Assistant Commissioner, frowning slightly, observed that this was a very improper remark to make.
`But since you've made it,' he continued, coldly, `I'll tell you that this is not my meaning.'
He paused, with a straight glance of his sunken eyes which was a full equivalent of the unspoken termination `and you know it'. The head of the so-called Special Crimes Department, debarred by his position from going out of doors personally in quest of secrets locked up in guilty breasts, had a propensity173 to exercise his considerable gifts for the detection of incriminating truth upon his own subordinates. That peculiar174 instinct could hardly be called a weakness. It was natural. He was a born detective. It had unconsciously governed his choice of a career, and if it ever failed him in life it was perhaps in the one exceptional circumstance of his marriage - which was also natural. It fed, since it could not roam abroad, upon the human material which was brought to it in its official seclusion. We can never cease to be ourselves.
His elbow on the desk, his thin legs crossed and nursing his cheek in the palm of his meagre hand, the Assistant Commissioner in charge of the Special Crimes branch was getting hold of the case with growing interest. His Chief Inspector, if not an absolutely worthy175 foeman of his penetration176, was at any rate the most worthy of all within his reach. A mistrust of established reputations was strictly177 in character with the Assistant Commissioner's ability as detector178. His memory evoked179 a certain old, fat and wealthy native chief in the distant colony whom it was a tradition for the successive Colonial Governors to trust and make much of as a firm friend and supporter of the order and legality established by white men; whereas, when examined sceptically, he was found out to be principally his own good friend, and nobody else's. Not precisely a traitor180, but still a man of many dangerous reservations in his fidelity181, caused by a due regard for his own advantage, comfort, and safety. A fellow of some innocence in his naive182 duplicity, but none the less dangerous. He took some finding out. He was physically183 a big man, too, and (allowing for the difference of colour, of course) Chief Inspector Heat's appearance recalled him to the memory of his superior. It was not the eyes nor yet the lips exactly. It was bizarre. But does not Alfred Wallace relate in his famous book on the Malay Archipelago how, amongst the Aru Islanders, he discovered in an old and naked savage184 with a sooty skin a peculiar resemblance to a dear friend at home?
For the first time since he took up his appointment the Assistant Commissioner felt as if he were going to do some real work for his salary. And that was a pleasurable sensation. `I'll turn him inside out like an old glove,' thought the Assistant Commissioner, with his eyes resting pensively185 upon Chief Inspector Heat.
`No, that was not my thought,' he began again. `There is no doubt about you knowing your business - no doubt at all; and that's precisely why I--' He stopped short, and changing his tone: `What could you bring up against Michaelis of a definite nature? I mean apart from the fact that the two men under suspicion - you're certain there were two of them - came last from a railway station within three miles of the village where Michaelis is living now.'
`This by itself is enough for us to go upon, sir, with that sort of man,' said the Chief Inspector, with returning composure. The slight, approving movement of the Assistant Commissioner's head went far to pacify186 the resentful astonishment of the renowned187 officer. For Chief Inspector Heat was a kind man, an excellent husband, a devoted188 father; and the public and departmental confidence he enjoyed, acting23 favourably189 upon an amiable190 nature, disposed him to feel friendly towards the successive Assistant Commissioners191 he had seen pass through that very room. There had been three in his time. The first one, a soldierly, abrupt192, red-faced person, with white eyebrows and an explosive temper, could be managed with a silken thread. He left on reaching the age limit. The second, a perfect gentleman, knowing his own and everybody else's place to a nicety, on resigning to take up a higher appointment out of England got decorated for (really) Inspector Heat's services. To work with him had been a pride and a pleasure. The third, a bit of a dark horse from the first, was at the end of eighteen months something of a dark horse still to the department. Upon the whole Chief Inspector Heat believed him to be in the main harmless - odd-looking, but harmless. He was speaking now, and the Chief Inspector listened with outward deference (which means nothing, being a matter of duty) and inwardly with benevolent193 toleration.
`Michaelis reported himself before leaving London for the country?'
`Yes, sir. He did.'
`And what may he be doing there?' continued the Assistant Commissioner, who was perfectly194 informed on that point. Fitted with painful tightness into an old wooden armchair, before a worm-eaten oak table in an upstairs room of a four-roomed cottage with a roof of moss-grown tiles, Michaelis was writing night and day in a shaky, slanting195 hand that Autobiography196 of a Prisoner which was to be like a book of Revelation in the history of mankind. The conditions of confined space, seclusion, and solitude in a small four-roomed cottage were favourable197 to his inspiration. It was like being in prison, except that one was never disturbed for the odious198 purpose of taking exercise according to the tyrannical regulations of his old home in the penitentiary. He could not tell whether the sun still shone on the earth or not. The perspiration199 of the literary labour dropped from his brow. A delightful200 enthusiasm urged him on. It was the liberation of his inner life, the letting out of his soul into the wide world. And the zeal of his guileless vanity (first awakened by the offer of five hundred pounds from a publisher) seemed something predestined and holy.
`It would be, of course, most desirable to be informed exactly,' insisted the Assistant Commissioner, uncandidly.
Chief Inspector Heat, conscious of renewed irritation at this display of scrupulousness201, said that the county police had been notified from the first of Michaelis's arrival, and that a full report could be obtained in a few hours. A wire to the superintendent--Thus he spoke13, rather slowly, while his mind seemed already to be weighing the consequences. A slight knitting of the brow was the outward sign of this. But he was interrupted by a question.
`You've sent that wire already?'
`No sir,' he answered, as if surprised.
The Assistant Commissioner uncrossed his legs suddenly. The briskness202 of that movement contrasted with the casual way in which he threw out a suggestion.
`Would you think that Michaelis had anything to do with the preparation of that bomb, for instance?'
The Chief Inspector assumed a reflective manner.
`I wouldn't say so. There's no necessity to say anything at present. He associates with men who are classed as dangerous. He was made a delegate of the Red Committee less than a year after his release on licence. A sort of compliment, I suppose.'
And the Chief Inspector laughed a little angrily, a little scornfully. With a man of that sort scrupulousness was a misplaced and even an illegal sentiment. The celebrity203 bestowed204 upon Michaelis on his release two years ago by some emotional journalists in want of special copy had rankled205 ever since in his breast. It was perfectly legal to arrest that man on the barest suspicion. It was legal and expedient206 on the face of it. His two former chiefs would have seen the point, at once; whereas this one, without saying either yes or no, sat there, as if lost in a dream. Moreover, besides being legal and expedient, the arrest of Michaelis solved a little personal difficulty which worried Chief Inspector Heat somewhat. This difficulty had its bearing upon his reputation, upon his comfort, and even upon the efficient performance of his duties. For, if Michaelis no doubt knew something about this outrage, the Chief Inspector was fairly certain that he did not know too much. This was just as well. He knew much less - the Chief Inspector was positive - than certain other individuals he had in his mind, but whose arrest seemed to him inexpedient, besides being a more complicated matter, on account of the rules of the game. The rules of the game did not protect so much Michaelis, who was an ex- convict. It would be stupid not to take advantage of legal facilities, and the journalists who had written him up with emotional gush207 would be ready to write him down with emotional indignation.
This prospect208, viewed with confidence, had the attraction of a personal triumph for Chief Inspector Heat. And deep down in his blameless bosom209 of an average married citizen, almost unconscious but potent210 nevertheless, the dislike of being compelled by events to meddle211 with the desperate ferocity of the Professor had its say. This dislike had been strengthened by the chance meeting in the lane. The encounter did not leave behind with Chief Inspector Heat that satisfactory sense of superiority the members of the police force get from the unofficial but intimate side of their intercourse with the criminal classes, by which the vanity of power is soothed212, and the vulgar love of domination over our fellow creatures is flattered as worthily213 as it deserves.
The perfect anarchist214 was not recognized as a fellow creature by Chief Inspector Heat. He was impossible - a mad dog to be left alone. Not that the Chief Inspector was afraid of him; on the contrary, he meant to have him some day. But not yet: he meant to get hold of him in his own time, properly and effectively, according to the rules of the game. The present was not the right time for attempting that feat151, not the right time for many reasons, personal and of public service. This being the strong feeling of Inspector Heat, it appeared to him just and proper that this affair should be shunted off its obscure and inconvenient215 track, leading goodness knows where, into a quiet (and lawful) siding called Michaelis. And he repeated, as if reconsidering the suggestion conscientiously216:
`The bomb. No, I would not say that exactly. We may never find that out. But it's clear that he is connected with this in some way, which we can find out without much trouble.'
His countenance75 had that look of grave, overbearing indifference once well known and much dreaded217 by the better sort of thieves. Chief Inspector Heat, though what is called a man, was not a smiling animal. But his inward state was that of satisfaction at the passively receptive attitude of the Assistant Commissioner, who murmured gently:
`And you really think that the investigation218 should be made in that direction?'
`I do, sir.'
`Quite convinced?'
`I am, sir. That's the true line for us to take.'
The Assistant Commissioner withdrew the support of his hand from his reclining head with a suddenness that, considering his languid attitude, seemed to menace his whole person with collapse219. But, on the contrary, he sat up, extremely alert, behind the great writing-table on which his hand had fallen with the sound of a sharp blow.
`What I want to know is what put it out of your head till now.'
`Put it out of my head,' repeated the Chief Inspector very slowly.'
`Yes. Till you were called into this room - you know.'
The Chief Inspector felt as if the air between his clothing and his skin bad become unpleasantly hot. It was the sensation of an unprecedented220 and incredible experience.
`Of course,' he said, exaggerating the deliberation of his utterance221 to the utmost limits of possibility, `if there is a reason, of which I know nothing, for not interfering222 with the convict Michaelis, perhaps it's just as well I didn't start the county police after him.'
This took such a long time to say that the unflagging attention of the Assistant Commissioner seemed a wonderful feat of endurance. His retort came without delay.
`No reason whatever that I know of. Come, Chief Inspector, this finessing223 with me is highly improper on your part - highly improper. And it's also unfair, you know. You shouldn't leave me to puzzle things out for myself like this. Really, I am surprised.'
He paused, then added smoothly224: `I need scarcely tell you that this conversation is altogether unofficial.'
These words were far from pacifying225 the Chief Inspector. The indignation of a betrayed tight-rope performer was strong within him. In his pride of a trusted servant he was affected226 by the assurance that the rope was not shaken for the purpose of breaking his neck, as by an exhibition of impudence227. As if anybody were afraid! Assistant Commissioners come and go, but a valuable Chief Inspector is not an ephemeral office phenomenon. He was not afraid of getting a broken neck. To have his performance spoiled was more than enough to account for the glow of honest indignation. And as thought is no respecter of persons, the thought of Chief Inspector Heat took a threatening and prophetic shape. `You, my boy,' he said to himself, keeping his round and habitually228 roving eyes fastened upon the Assistant Commissioner's face - `you, my boy, you don't know your place, and your place won't know you very long either, I bet.'
As if in provoking answer to that thought, something like the ghost of an amiable smile passed on the lips of the Assistant Commissioner. His manner was easy and businesslike while he persisted in administering another shake to the tight-rope.
`Let us come now to what you have discovered on the spot, Chief Inspector,' he said.
`A fool and his job are soon parted,' went on the train of prophetic thought in Chief Inspector Heat's head. But it was immediately followed by the reflection that a higher official, even when `fired out' (this was the precise image), has still the time as he flies through the door to launch a nasty kick at the shin-bones of a subordinate. Without softening229 very much the basilisk nature of his stare, he said, impassively:
`We are coming to that part of my investigation, sir.'
`That's right. Well, what have you brought away from it?'
The Chief Inspector, who had made up his mind to jump off the rope, came to the ground with gloomy frankness.
`I've brought away an address,' he said, pulling out of hiss230 pocket without haste a singed231 rag of dark blue cloth. `This belongs to the overcoat the fellow who got himself blown to pieces was wearing. Of course, the overcoat may not have been his, and may even have been stolen. But that's not at all probable if you look at this.'
The Chief Inspector, stepping up to the table, smoothed out carefully the rag of blue cloth. He had picked it up from the repulsive heap in the mortuary, because a tailor's name is found sometimes under the collar. It is not often of much use, but still - He only half expected Co find anything useful, but certainly he did not expect to find - not under the collar at all, but stitched carefully on the under-side of the lapel - a square piece of calico with an address written on it in marking ink.
The Chief Inspector removed his smoothing hand.
`I carried it off with me without anybody taking notice,' he said. `I thought it best. It can always be produced if required.'
The Assistant Commissioner, rising a little in his chair, pulled the cloth over to his side of the table. He sat looking at it in silence. Only the number 32 and the name of Brett Street were written in marking ink on a piece of calico slightly larger than an ordinary cigarette paper. He was genuinely surprised.
`Can't understand why he should have gone about labelled like this,' he said, looking up at Chief Inspector Heat. `It's a most extraordinary thing.'
`I met once in the smoking-room of a hotel an old gentleman who went about with his name and address sewn on in all his coats in case of an accident or sudden illness,' said the Chief Inspector. `He professed232 to be eighty-four years old, but he didn't look his age. He told me he was also afraid of losing his memory suddenly, like those people he had been reading of in the papers.
A question from the Assistant Commissioner, who wanted to know what was No. 32 Brett Street, interrupted that reminiscence abruptly233. The Chief Inspector, driven down to the ground by unfair artifices234, had elected to walk the path of unreserved openness. If he believed firmly that to know too much was not good for the department, the judicious235 holding back of knowledge was as far as his loyalty236 dared to go for the good of the service. If the Assistant Commissioner wanted to mismanage this affair nothing, of course, could prevent him. But, on his own part, he now saw no reason for a display of alacrity237. So he answered concisely238:
`It's a shop, sir.'
The Assistant Commissioner, with his eyes lowered on the rag of blue cloth, waited for more information. As that did not come he proceeded to obtain it by a series of questions propounded239 with gentle patience. Thus he acquired an idea of the nature of Mr Verloc's commerce, of his personal appearance, and heard at last his name. In a pause the Assistant Commissioner raised his eyes, and discovered some animation240 on the Chief Inspector's face. They looked at each other in silence.
`Of course,' said the latter, `the department has no record of that man.'
`Did any of my predecessors241 have any knowledge of what you have told me now?' asked the Assistant Commissioner, putting his elbows on the table and raising his joined hands before his face, as if about to offer prayer, only that his eyes had not a pious242 expression.
`No, sir; certainly not. What would have been the object? That sort of man could never be produced publicly to any good purpose. It was sufficient for me to know who he was, and to make use of him in a way that could be used publicly.'
`And do you think that sort of private knowledge consistent with the official position you occupy?'
`Perfectly, sir. I think it's quite proper. I will take the liberty to tell you, sir, that it makes me what I am - and I am looked upon as a man who knows his work. It's a private affair of my own. A personal friend of mine in the French police gave me the hint that the fellow was an Embassy spy. Private friendship, private information, private use of it - that's how I look upon it.'
The Assistant Commissioner, after remarking to himself that the mental state of the renowned Chief Inspector seemed to affect the outline of his lower jaw, as if the lively sense of his high professional distinction had been located in that part of his anatomy243, dismissed the point for the moment with a calm `I see.' Then leaning his cheek on his joined hands:
`Well, then - speaking privately244 if you like - how long have you been in private touch with this Embassy spy?'
To this inquiry245 the private answer of the Chief Inspector, so private that it was never shaped into audible words, was:
`Long before you were even thought of for your place here.' The so-to-speak public utterance was much more precise. `I saw him for the first time in my life a little more than seven years ago, when two Imperial Highnesses and the Imperial Chancellor246 were on a visit here. I was put in charge of all the arrangements for looking after them. Baron247 Stott-Wartenheim was Ambassador then. He was a very nervous old gentleman. One evening, three days before the Guildhall Banquet, he sent word that he wanted to see me for a moment. I was downstairs, and the carriages were at the door to take the Imperial Highnesses and the Chancellor to the opera. I went up at once. I found the Baron walking up and down his bedroom in a pitiable state of distress248, squeezing his hands together. He assured me he had the fullest confidence in our police and in my abilities, but he had there a man just come over from Paris whose information could be trusted implicitly249. He wanted me to hear what that man had to say. He took me at once into a dressing-room next door, where I saw a big fellow in a heavy overcoat sitting all alone on a chair, and holding his hat and stick in one hand. The Baron said to him in French "Speak, my friend." The light in that room was not very good. I talked with him for some five minutes perhaps. He certainly gave me a piece of very startling news. Then the Baron took me aside nervously250 to praise him up to me, and when I turned round again I discovered that the fellow had vanished like a ghost. Got up and sneaked251 out down some back stairs, I suppose. There was no time to run after him, as I had to hurry off after the Ambassador down the great staircase, and see the party started safe for the opera. However, I acted upon the information that very night. Whether it was perfectly correct or not, it did look serious enough. Very likely it saved us from an ugly trouble on the day of the Imperial visit to the City.
`Some time later, a month or so after my promotion252 to Chief Inspector, my attention was attracted to a big burly man, I thought I had seen somewhere before, coming out in a hurry from a jeweller's shop in the Strand253. I went after him, as it was on my way towards Charing254 Cross, and there seeing one of our detectives across the road, I beckoned255 him over, and pointed115 out the fellow to him, with instructions to watch his movements for a couple of days and then report to me. No later than next afternoon my man turned up to tell me that he fellow had married his landlady's daughter at a registrar's office that very day at 11.30 a.m., and had gone off with her to Margate or week. Our man had seen the luggage being put on the cab. There were some old Paris labels on one of the bags. Somehow I couldn't get the fellow out of my head, and the very next time I had to go to Paris on service I spoke about him to that friend of mine in the Paris police. My friend said: "From what you tell me I think you must mean a rather well-known hanger-on and emissary of the Revolutionary Red Committee. He says he is an Englishman by birth. We have an idea that he has been for a good few years now a secret agent of one of the foreign Embassies in London." This woke up my memory completely. He was the vanishing fellow I saw sitting on a chair in Baron Stott-Wartenheim's bathroom. I told my friend that he was quite right. The fellow was a secret agent to my certain knowledge. Afterwards my friend took the trouble to ferret out the complete record of that man for me. I thought I had better know all there was to know; but I don't suppose you want to hear his history now, sir?'
The Assistant Commissioner shook his supported head. `The history of your relations with that useful personage is the only thing that matters just now,' he said, closing slowly his weary, deep-set eyes, and then opening them swiftly with a greatly refreshed glance.
`There's nothing official about them,' said the Chief Inspector, bitterly. `I went into his shop one evening, told him who I was, and reminded him of our first meeting. He didn't as much as twitch256 an eyebrow130. He said that he was married and settled now, and that all he wanted was not to be interfered257 with in his little business. I took it upon myself to promise him that, as long as he didn't go in for anything obviously outrageous258, he would be left alone by the police. That was worth something to him, because a word from us to the Custom-House people would have been enough to get some of these packages he gets from Paris and Brussels opened in Dover, with confiscation259 to follow for certain, and perhaps a prosecution260 as well at the end of it.'
`That's a very precarious261 trade,' murmured the Assistant Commissioner. `Why did he go in for that?'
The Chief Inspector raised scornful eyebrows dispassionately.
`Most likely got a connection - friends on the Continent - amongst people who deal in such wares157. They would be just the sort he would consort262 with. He's a lazy dog, too - like the rest of them.'
`What do you get from him in exchange for your protection?'
The Chief Inspector was not inclined to enlarge on the value of Mr Verloc's services.
`He would not be much good to anybody but myself. One has got to know a good deal beforehand to make use of a man like that. I can understand the sort of hint he can give. And when I want a hint he can generally furnish it to me.'
The Chief Inspector lost himself suddenly in a discreet263 reflective mood; and the Assistant Commissioner repressed a smile at the fleeting264 thought that the reputation of Chief Inspector Heat might possibly have been made in a great part by the Secret Agent Verloc.
`In a more general way of being of use, all our men of the Special Crimes section on duty at Charing Cross and Victoria have orders to take careful notice of anybody they may see with him. He meets the new arrivals frequently, and afterwards keeps track of them. He seems to have been told off for that sort of duty. When I want an address in a hurry, I can always get it from him. Of course, I know how to manage our relations. I haven't seen him to speak to three times in the last two years. I drop him a line, unsigned, and he answers me in the same way at my private address.'
From time to time the Assistant Commissioner gave an almost imperceptible nod. The Chief Inspector added that he did not suppose Mr Verloc to be deep in the confidence of the prominent members of the Revolutionary International Council, but that he was generally trusted of that there could no no doubt. `Whenever I've had reason to think there was something in the wind,' he concluded, `I've always found he could tell me something worth knowing.'
The Assistant Commissioner made a significant remark.
`He failed you this time.'
`Neither had I wind of anything in any other way,' reported Chief Inspector Heat. `I asked him nothing so he could tell me nothing. He isn't one of our men. It isn't as if he were in our pay.'
`No,' muttered the Assistant Commissioner. `He's a spy in the pay of a foreign government. We could never confess to him.'
`I must do my work in my own way,' declared the Chief Inspector. `When it comes to that I would deal with the devil himself, and take the consequences. There are things not fit for everybody to know.'
`Your idea of secrecy265 seems to consist in keeping the chief of your department in the dark. That's stretching it perhaps a little too far, isn't it? He lives over his shop?'
`Who - Verloc? Oh, yes. He lives over his shop The wife's mother, I fancy, lives with them.'
`Is the house watched?'
`Oh, dear, no. It wouldn't do. Certain people who come there are watched. My opinion is that he knows nothing of this affair.'
`How do you account for this?' The Assistant Commissioner nodded at the cloth rag lying before him on the table.
`I don't account for it at all, sir. It's simply unaccountable. It can't be explained by what I know.' The Chief Inspector made those admissions with the frankness of a man whose reputation is established as if on a rock. `At any rate not at this present moment. I think that the man who had most to do with it will turn out to be Michaelis.'
`You do?' `Yes, sir; because I can answer for all the others.'
`What about that other man supposed to have escaped from the park?'
`I should think he's far away by this time,' opined the Chief Inspector.
The Assistant Commissioner looked hard at him, and rose suddenly, as though having made up his mind to some course of action. As a matter of fact, he had that very moment succumbed266 to a fascinating temptation. The Chief Inspector heard himself dismissed with instructions to meet his superior early next morning for further consultation267 upon the case. He listened with an impenetrable face, and walked out of the room with measured steps.
Whatever might have been the plans of the Assistant Commissioner they had nothing to do with that desk work, which was the bane of his existence because of its confined nature and apparent lack of reality. It could not have had, or else the general air of alacrity that came upon the Assistant Commissioner would have been inexplicable268. As soon as he was left alone he looked for his hat impulsively269, and put it on his head. Having done that, he sat down again to reconsider the whole matter. But as his mind was already made up, this did not take long. And before Chief Inspector Heat had gone very far on the way home, he also left the building.
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