“What do ye want?” he called, hand on key.
p. 263“Petrol.”
He opened . . . and next moment his arms were behind him while steel clicked on his wrists.
“A single sound by way of alarm, John Corrie,” said a quiet, cold voice, “and you’re a ruined man. We are not after your money, but we’re going to have the whole precious truth out of you.”
The speaker, as the half-fainting Corrie perceived in the light of a portable lamp, which some one had placed on the counter, was accompanied by three men, two of them in the garb5 of mechanics. The third he recognized as the person recently inquiring about Kitty.
“What do ye want wi’ me?” he whimpered.
“Where is your sister?” asked Risk.
“In her bed. She’s ill.”
“Then we shall do nothing to disturb her, and you had better follow our example. West, find a chair, and put him on it—over at the door.” He indicated the exit to the dwelling-house.
Near the opposite end of the shop, which was fairly spacious6, the mechanics were already busy. On rubber-shod feet they made scarce a sound. Within the space of a few minutes they had rigged up a framework, about nine feet square, and stretched a white screen upon it. Risk unpacked7 p. 264the contents of a box of polished wood, while West kept guard on the prisoner.
At last, with a show of courage, Corrie demanded: “What daft-like performance is this? A magic lantern—”
Risk came quickly behind him. “We’re going to show you a few pictures, Corrie,” he said pleasantly, “and afterwards we shall be glad to hear how they strike you. Meantime I’m going to gag you—keep still, it won’t hurt.”
At the end of ten minutes one of the men murmured, “All ready, sir,” to which Risk replied, “Wait till I give the word,” and stationed himself where he could watch every movement on Corrie’s part. The lamp was put out, but through the blinded windows a little moonlight filtered, giving a ghostly touch to the man in the chair.
“Number one,” said Risk softly.
The screen was illuminated8. Upon it appeared a face, that of the late Hugh Carstairs. A glimpse and it was gone. Corrie gave a jerk.
“Two,” muttered Risk, and Kitty Carstairs smiled and disappeared.
“Three.” A man’s visage with an uncertain grin—Symington.
Then, for an instant, the screen held a certificate for 500 shares in the Zenith Gold Mines. Corrie p. 265sat as if frozen, but at the next he quivered, for he beheld9 a portion of a letter which he knew was in his safe.
“Six.” Behold10! Sam, the postman, holding a copy of the Western Weekly in one hand and staring at a letter in the other. Again Corrie gave a jerk.
“Seven.” A five-pound note of the National Bank of Scotland.
“Eight.” A rear view of Corrie’s cottage, a ladder against the ivy11, and a man of Corrie’s build reaching into an open window. And then there was a pause.
“Now,” said Risk, “we are going to have a little cinema entertainment, a scene from a drama of real life which I believe would interest the public, not to mention the police.”
“Go ahead,” said Risk.
What followed was, as the perpetrator would have been first to admit, a piece of barefaced13 “fake.” Yet its one glaring divergence14 from fact and its several minor15 discrepancies16 could not neutralize17 the main dire18 truth of the story. As a film it had been a costly19 and difficult piece of work; as a spectacle it would have impressed p. 266any audience. The only question Risk asked himself now was: Would it attain20 the single object to which it had been devoted21?
The screen was again illuminated, but not brightly. Corrie, sweating with apprehension22, gazed in a sort of fascination23 at the outside of his own home. Soon he saw a muffled24 figure which he could scarce have denied as his own, so familiar it was, even to the slight limp of the left leg, emerge and steal down the lonely road, with fugitive25 glances here and there. It vanished and immediately there appeared a shanty26 that might have been the postman’s. Towards it came the muffled figure. It passed behind the shanty. A strangled sound came from Corrie’s throat as he tried to scream, “I didna!” The familiar figure came back, went to the door and . . . Corrie shut his eyes. But he could not keep them so. When he looked again the shanty was blazing at the rear. Suddenly, the door was torn inwards and Sam, the postman, or his double, dropped a hatchet27 and staggered forth28 in agony. He reeled across the road, fell on the grass and lay heaving. Then into the picture crept the muffled figure, raised a bludgeon and smote29 once, twice; knelt, lingered, and rose with a letter in its hand. Then all movement ceased for, perhaps, ten seconds. p. 267And then, as by an invisible hand, the black muffler was snatched away, and there was the face of John Corrie, and no other, a mask of guilty terror.
“What are ye doing to my brother?” The harsh voice of a woman startled them all.
Gaunt, ghostly, Rachel Corrie strode forward and halted beside the miserable31 creature whom she loved.
“Pack o’ lies!” she cried. “It was me that set fire to the house; it was me that stole the Zeniths, and sold them to Symington; but I’ve got them back, all but one certificate. Ye cowards! what mean ye by treating an old man—” She broke off, fell on her knees and whispered: “John, it’s all right. Ye’re safe, dearie, quite safe.”
Risk, who had sent the wondering mechanics outside, turned the key and came over to the group. He stooped and unlocked the handcuffs, unfastened the gag.
“Miss Corrie,” he said gently, “I’m sorry you have suffered this, but it was vital that we should get at the truth.” He signed to West, and p. 268between them they lifted Corrie to the chair. He was not unconscious, but stupefied.
“Listen,” she said in a low voice, “promise—swear—that he’ll never be troubled again, and I’ll put in your hands the nine certificates—”
“I’m afraid we want even more than that, Miss Corrie,” said Risk.
“What do ye want? Money for the other? Well—”
“A full account of your brother’s bargains with Symington.”
“I can give ye that, too—if ye promise.”
“And we must know at once where your niece is—where Symington has hidden her.”
“God!” Rachel’s jaw33 dropped. “Hidden her?” she gasped34 after a moment. Suddenly she shook her brother, not harshly. “John, what’s this they’re saying? Kitty hid away by Symington! Speak, man!—oh, but surely ye ken35 nothing about such a black business! . . . Yet speak, John! Where’s Kitty?”
“Before God, I dinna ken.”
p. 269Risk and West looked at each other. For once, at least, the man had told the truth. They could not doubt it. And so the great effort had ended in failure.
There was a grievous silence. At last West spoke.
“I suppose, Miss Corrie, you never heard of Symington having another address than White Farm—of late, I mean.”
Rachel started. “Wait!” she exclaimed. “Can I trust ye no to hurt him?”
They assured her, and she ran unsteadily into the dwelling-house. During her absence Corrie made one remark. It was characteristic.
“The mill was na insured. I’m completely ruined.”
Rachel returned. “See!” She handed him the folded paper she had inadvertently taken from Symington’s strong box. “And take the Zeniths,” she added. “Oh, the curse they’ve brought to this house.”
At the lamp Risk examined the document. Drawing a quick breath, he said: “Miss Corrie, this is our last hope; we must act on it without delay. As for the shares, you will kindly38 keep them till I send you a certificate to take the place of the missing one, and then you and your brother p. 270can deliver the lot, in whatever way you choose, to Miss Carstairs.”
“Ye would trust us!” gasped the woman.
Risk just glanced at the abject39 Corrie. “I believe it is what Miss Carstairs would do herself,” he said, and added, with a faint smile: “I’ve got a good sister, too. Well, you shan’t be further disturbed. Those things”—he indicated the screen and apparatus—“can be put aside, and I’ll have them taken away later on. Come, West. There’s not a moment to lose.”
They entered the car and, twenty minutes later, the special train waiting for them at Kenny Junction40. And as they were whirled South, somewhere in Yorkshire, a great train roared past bearing the sleeping Symington to the rudest awakening41 of his
life. He had laid himself down in his berth42, still savage43 with chagrin44 at his blunder in bringing his two prisoners face to face before they were sufficiently45 subdued46, yet confident as ever of ultimate victory. Poor little Kitty! Plucky though she was, she was bound to give in once hunger and distress47 got the upper hand.
Symington, however, had made a second blunder, though he remained ignorant of it. He had left Kitty with a new horror to brood on and had thereby48 rendered her so much more desperate p. 271and helpless; but he had left her, also, a straw, so to speak, on the flood of her despair. Her intelligence did not perceive it at once; hours had passed and her spirit was well-nigh exhausted49 when it drifted into her ken. She clutched it because there was nothing else to lay hold on. Would it serve at all? Was the situation altered by the fact that her persecutor50 was going away—nay, he must have gone three hours ago!—for the night?
Suddenly she sprang from the couch. Danger? What danger would she not dare in order to help—to save—Colin? Her mind was still very clear. She thought quickly. Then acted.
She switched off the lights, groped her way behind the curtain to the bed, and lay down. On the wall, convenient to her hand, was a bell-button. She gave it a long pressure, then waited—in vain. Again she rang; again and yet again. At the end of ten minutes she began to fear for her scheme, but just then she heard shuffling51 steps in the passage. The bolt was drawn52, the door opened, and a voice demanded crossly to know what she wanted at two in the morning.
Kitty groaned and cried: “Oh, I can’t bear it any longer. Please bring some food—bread, water—anything. I’m too weak to get up.”
p. 272“All right,” was the sulky reply, “but you might have taken it when it was there for you.”
At the re-bolting of the door Kitty got up. Presently she was leaning against the wall just behind the door. She trembled all over; her heart thumped53; she feared she was going to faint. Would the woman never return?
At last she came, threw open the door, and still drowsy54 and grumbling55, proceeded with an untidy tray in the direction of the bed. She was at the curtain when Kitty darted56 from her corner and out into the passage. Bang went the door, home went the trusty bolt!
A single light glowed in the passage. Without pause Kitty ran next door, shot the bolt, to the next again, and treated it likewise. From within a man’s voice called sleepily: “What’s up?” Then she had to take the support of the wall, her hand to her heart—but not for long. The trapped woman began a noisy protest. Kitty went back and said as firmly as she could—
“If you make another sound, I swear you’ll get no mercy later. The man’s bolted in too.”
“You can’t get out of the basement,” bawled57 the prisoner. “The stair-door’s locked, and he took the key with him.”
“Very well. Our friends will be here in the p. 273morning”, Kitty retorted brazenly58, “and I don’t think you’ll ever see your master again, unless in the police court.”
“Hold your tongue,” said Kitty, and left her.
She ran to the place where she had seen Colin. Through the bars she beheld him huddled60 on the sofa. A large earthenware61 jug62 lay smashed in a pool on the floor.
With her heart overflowing63, her eyes half blind with tears, she tore back the bolt. He did not move at her entrance, not even when she fell on her knees beside him.
“Oh, Colin, Colin!”
His hands fell from his white, pinched face and tired eyes. He regarded her in a vague fashion.
“Kitty,” he said dreamily, “by any beautiful chance, did you mean what you said about your lips?”
And then it seemed the most natural thing in the world that they should be in each other’s arms.
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They were both pretty shaky, but they went exploring along that stone passage like lovers in a sequestered65 country lane.
p. 274They discovered a comfortable kitchen, with two basket easy chairs, and a well-stocked larder.
“We must eat awfully66 little to begin with,” said the wise Kitty. “And you must sit in that nice chair till I prepare it.”
They partook cautiously of some very light dainties, and sipped67 a little wine and water; and then Colin felt equal to a wash-up; and then they made love; and then Colin went along to give the man, who was inclined to be boisterous68, a word of warning; and then they made more love, and talked a little sense as well; but the sense made them very sleepy and for a space they forgot even each other; and when Colin woke up he beheld Kitty preparing something for breakfast; and it was such a delicious sight to behold her with her sleeves rolled up that he was almost angry when Risk and West, having forced a silent entrance to the house, smashed their way down to the basement.
* * * * *
Later, safely at Hilda’s flat, Kitty would have thanked Risk, but he stopped her almost at the first word.
“No, Miss Carstairs,” he said, with a rueful smile, “I have found out that I’m not clever. I thought I was till I met your aunt. I have to p. 275thank her for saving me from a bitter failure. I believe she will yet save her unhappy brother. And,” he paused for a moment, “I think we may leave Mr. Symington to receive his punishment from her—unless you would prefer—”
“Oh, let him go,” she cried with a shudder69. “I hope I may never see him, or Dunford, again. . . . I want to ask you a question, Mr. Risk. Do I—do I owe you a hundred pounds?”
“Alas, no,” he answered meaningly; “I’m not the lucky man.”
“Ah!” said Hilda, “I was sure of it all the time!”
“Colin!” exclaimed Kitty before she could prevent it, and blushed adorably.
Colin turned inquiringly from his talk with West. “Yes, dearest,” he said quite naturally, and then blushed also.
There was an interesting silence till the young man stammered70: “By the way, hasn’t Kitty told you we were engaged?”
“Well,” remarked Hilda, when the congratulations were over, “I must say I never thought of Mr. Symington as a match-maker!”
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