“I have now completed the arrangements according to your instructions. The town is only twenty miles from Dunford, and the road between is excellent. Besides, the moon will oblige on the night appointed. I am no judge of cars, but think I have engaged the sort you require. . . . I saw the postman yesterday. He is fairly on the mend now, but worrying at not hearing from Miss Kitty. Herewith three snapshots of him, taken while sitting on the hospital veranda2. By the way, I gathered that he would not seek to lift a finger against Corrie without Kitty’s permission. . . . Corrie is a hard nut. He takes p. 249me for a friend of Kitty’s late father, and I have allowed him to think that my first inquiry3 was prompted more by a belated sense of duty than by any real interest in the girl. I dropped into the post-office about closing time last night, and found him less disinclined to talk. He said nothing directly against his niece, merely remarking that in the face of his advice she had gone to London, where she had friends, and that while she had not yet written, he hoped he might be able to hand me her address before long. To extract truth from such a person will take a bit of doing. The sister, I learn from the gossips, has been ill, though not seriously so, for the last few days. I should add that Corrie goes about saying that the burning of his mill was a piece of foul5 play. A man told me to-day that it was not insured. . . . No word of Symington. He has not been seen in Dunford for more than a week. As far as I can gather, no one would regret his permanent absence. . . . I see Zeniths have jumped to ￡8. Do you still say they are worth ￡12? I almost wish I had taken your advice, and pawned6 my shirt! . . . Well, I am looking forward to our meeting here on Thursday with pleasure, not to say curiosity. What’s the game, I wonder? But, perhaps, you will have found p. 250Kitty and Colin before then—God make it so . . . ”
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Risk laid the letter on the table, placed the snapshots in an envelope, directed it, and rang for his man.
“Sharp, take a taxi and deliver this to Mr. Boon7. Say I’m sorry it comes a little late, but that he must get his men to work harder. Tell him to spare neither men nor money. There must be no failure to-night. I am going out presently. If I’m late, don’t wait up. Pack my bag for one night; include both my revolvers. Call me at eight; breakfast at nine; and a taxi for nine-thirty.”
An hour later Risk was at the flat in Long Acre.
“This won’t do, Hilda,” he said kindly8. “You’re not going to help matters by breaking down. Have you been out to-day?”
“No. I feel now that I daren’t leave the flat in case she should come back—perhaps with that beast after her—poor little soul. Oh, John, I sometimes think it was all my fault. I should not have left her alone that night—”
“Nonsense! If it comes to that, I am to blame, for I might have foreseen. . . . But you’ll soon have her with you again, Hilda!”
p. 251“Have you news?” she cried eagerly.
He gave her West’s letter, saying: “You can look at it afterwards. No; I can’t say I have news, but in a few hours I shall be ready to act. That wretched Corrie shall tell me where his niece and Hayward are.”
“Are you sure?” All at once she put her hands on his shoulders, and looked searchingly into his face. “Oh, John,” she whispered, “you can’t hide it—you’re afraid of something!”
“Yes,” he said at last with sudden weariness, “I’m afraid.” Next moment he drew himself up. “But that’s because, like you, I’m tired out. A few hours’ sleep will make all the difference to both of us. Won’t you come back with me and stay the night? I hate leaving you here.”
She shook her head. “I imagine if she came in the middle of the night—”
“Try not to imagine things, my dear. And I’ll just spend the night here. This couch will do. Ask your maid to knock me up at seven. And go straight off to bed yourself. How’s that?”
“Oh, you good brother!” she cried softly. “I was wondering how I was going to get through another night alone!”
p. 252But for Risk, wearied as he was, there was scarcely any rest. He was desperately11 anxious. He could not conceive of Symington daring actually to injure the girl; but what if the man struck at her through his other victim? Risk groaned12 at the thought. He went to the window, and threw it wide to the still, mild night. Ah, it was no longer a game he was engaged in, but a business most terribly serious, vital to the future peace of his soul. For he loved—no need to deny it to the stars—he loved Kitty Carstairs . . . and a lover’s insight had informed him that, sooner or later, her heart would turn to Colin Hayward, who had put faith and trust in him, who regarded him as benefactor13, aye, and true friend. So he had his honour as well as his love to serve in smashing the enemy. Yet, had Colin not come to London, what might not have happened? . . .
At last he tore himself from the night and his sorry dreams, and lay down, not to sleep, but grimly to rehearse, in minutest detail, all that he had planned for the morrow. And every now and then he was interrupted by a Dread14.
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Another was rehearsing a plan that still, mild night. In a small room, furnished with odds15 and p. 253ends, sat Symington. The atmosphere was unpleasant with cigar reek16 and whisky fumes17. Since his tremendous bout4 of dissipation the man had somehow failed to regain18 the mastery in respect of alcohol. Yet he was far from being intoxicated19. Apart from the plan itself two things were especially clear to his intelligence. First, Zeniths had boomed to 8?; second, he had less than ￡20 on hand. It would be necessary to convert another certificate into cash at the earliest moment possible. He was tempted20 to convert them all into cash at the present magnificent price; only greed to obtain yet more restrained him.
“Nothing for it,” he thought, “but to travel to-morrow night, after. . . Unless—why, the thing might be done to-night! No, no! Steady! Don’t be a fool and spoil everything by rushing it! If her mind is not sufficiently21 prepared, and if he doesn’t look sufficiently—” Breaking off, he rang the bell at the side of the fireplace.
The woman with the red, expressionless face answered the summons.
“Sleeping at last, but she’s restless. I doubt she won’t sleep long.” Her pale eyes avoided his. “Though I don’t know what you may be after, Mr. Granton,” the hard mouth said slowly, p. 254“I take the liberty of warning you not to carry it too far—”
“Mind your own business, and clear out. Send your man to me.”
“No offence intended, but I doubt she hasn’t eaten a bite to-day,” said the woman, and went out. Her humanity was not equal to the grand wages she was getting.
Symington sighed, took a drink and muttered: “Poor Kitty! Perhaps we may get it over to-night, after all.”
“Well, how is he now?”
“Not much change. Looking peaked a bit. But he made a joke when he said good night. Expect he’ll feel a goodish bit worse by to-morrow.”
Symington considered. “When you go downstairs,” he said at last, “you will take away the water and give him none to-morrow.”
“What? No water, Mr. Granton?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Oh, but surely that’s a bit—”
“Are you going to obey or not?”
The man lifted his shoulders. “All right, Mr. Granton, it’s no affair of mine. Only—”
p. 255“Get out!”
The man shuffled away. He had an ugly past known to his employer.
Symington cursed under his breath. “No good for to-night. Poor Kitty—it’s a pity, but I can’t help it. Well, to-morrow night ought to settle it, and if not, I can wait. . . . But I might have gone North to-night, lifted the stuff, and got back here under twenty-four hours. Why the blazes didn’t I think of that?” His eyes roved as if in search of an answer, and lighted on the decanter. He glowered25 at it, and a flush, almost purple, overran his countenance26. “Damn you,” he suddenly shouted, “it was you that kept me!” And, snatching it from the table, he hurled27 it across the room so that it burst into fragments against the wall. There was a breathless pause till he asked in a frightened whisper, “What the devil made me do that . . . made me do that?” He went to bed without finishing the drink in the tumbler.
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