So little did she mind the horror of the murder that she took up her abode5 in Madame's sitting-room6, where it had happened. She still retained her own bedroom, and Margery kept hers; but the sitting-room Miss Bull found very pleasant, for she could ask her friends into it for afternoon tea without having to mix with the too-lively boarders in the drawing-room. And the majority of them were extremely lively; so much so that Miss Bull sent several away and checked the exuberant7 spirits of the others. The girls played ping-pong, the men sang music-hall ditties, and in conjunction they tried to gamble. But Miss Bull soon put a stop to that. She had no notion that the house should get a bad name after her difficulty in obtaining the lease from Lord Derrington.
Of course, in spite of the fast air which certainly pervaded8 the house, all things were very proper. Miss Bull was a lady and saw that things were kept decent. The boarders feared her bright black eyes and her sharp tongue, and were always glad when she retired9 to her sitting-room. When they waxed too noisy, the little old maid would appear like an unquiet ghost, and the clamor would die away. But Miss Bull was also liked, as she was a very affable hostess.
She was thoroughly10 happy now, as she had what she most desired--power; and thought, like Satan, that it was better to rule in a certain place than to serve in the higher spheres. Margery was now, as ever, her docile11 slave, and Miss Bull governed with a rod of iron. She dismissed some of the servants, among them Jarvey, who had bettered himself by becoming a page-boy in a West-End mansion12.
Among the new boarders Miss Bull took most notice of Bawdsey, who occupied the rooms formerly13 inhabited by Train. On his arrival he had asked particularly for these rooms, saying that he had once lived in them when he stopped with Mrs. Jersey14 many years before. After some thought Miss Bull remembered the man. He had boarded in the house, and had been a great favorite with Madame, but had later gone to America, and for some time had remained away. He expressed the greatest sorrow for the death of the old lady, but declared that he was very pleased with the house as managed by Miss Bull. The little woman liked him, as his conversation was amusing and he was most polite. But had she known that he was a private inquiry15 agent she might not have approved of him so much. Miss Bull was a lady and drew the line at spies.
What Bawdsey was she never inquired, as she was the least curious of women. His habits were certainly eccentric, for sometimes he would remain away for a week, and at other times would stop constantly in the house. He often remained in bed for the day and had his meals brought to him. This he called his bed-cure, and stated that he suffered from nerves. He told Miss Bull quite gratuitously16 that he had a small income and supplemented it by taking photographs of scenery and selling them to London firms. But he declared that he was not a professional photographer. He simply traveled here and there, and photographed any scenery which struck him as pretty. The London photographers gave him good prices for these, but he stated that he merely did such artistic17 work for the sake of an occupation. "I am simple in my tastes," said Mr. Bawdsey, "and what I have keeps me in luxury. But a man, even of my age, must be up and doing. Better to wear out than rust18 out."
Miss Bull assented19. For the greater part of her life she had been rusting20, and now that she had taken command of the house found that wearing out gave her an interest in things and prevented her from being bored. She liked to hear Bawdsey tell of his travels, and frequently asked him into her sitting-room for that purpose. He seemed to have been everywhere and to have seen everything. It appeared from his own confession21 that he began his travels at the early age of seventeen, when he went to Milan. And the man talked freely about himself--so freely that Miss Bull, in spite of her suspicious nature, never dreamed that all this chatter22 was for the purpose of throwing dust in her sharp eyes.
A week after the little dinner at Mrs. Ward23's, Bawdsey sent a note to Brendon asking him to call on a certain afternoon, and when George, anxious to continue the acquaintance, and curious to know how Bawdsey had procured24 his address, arrived, he was shown up to the well-known room. Bawdsey welcomed him with enthusiasm, and much in the same style as Lola did, but in a less theatrical25 manner.
"My preserver," said Bawdsey, shaking hands vigorously, and George laughed.
"You put me in mind of a lady I know," he said; "she uses the same term--quite unnecessarily, as it happens."
"I don't agree with you," answered Bawdsey, to the astonishment26 of his visitor. "When a woman is rescued from starvation she has a right to call her good Samaritan the best of names."
"Oh," said Brendon, taking a seat, "so Lola has told you."
Bawdsey nodded. "I guess so," said he, with a pronounced American twang--somewhat too pronounced, George thought. "She told me all about your visit the other night."
"Did she never speak of me before?"
"Why, of course she spoke27. I tell you, sir, that the girl is just bubbling over with gratitude28. And you're a good man, Mr. Brendon. Yes, sir, some. You saved her and you saved me, and I sha'n't forget, and neither will she."
"Yet you said, when last we met, that she meant me harm."
"Jealousy29, Mr. Brendon, sheer jealousy. I heard her talking of you, and wishing to marry you, so you can guess----"
"That you wish to put me against her."
"Not exactly that," responded Bawdsey, coolly. "I wish to choke you off. You see, Mr. Brendon, I love her."
"So she told me."
"Quite so, and she informed me that she had informed you. Well, I was a trifle jealous, as I'd lay down my life to make that lady Mrs. Bawdsey. But when I learned that you admired and were almost engaged to Miss Ward----"
"How the devil did you find that out?" asked George.
"Without the use of the word devil," said Bawdsey, dryly. "That is a long story, Mr. Brendon."
"You seem to know a great deal about me," said Brendon, nettled30.
"I made it my business to find out, sir."
"Don't you think that is rather impertinent?"
"Well," drawled Bawdsey, combing his fingers through his ruddy locks, "you might put it that way if you like. A fortnight ago I should not have minded whether you thought me impertinent or not. But now that you saved my life I don't mind telling you that I wish to gain and retain your good opinion."
"Why?" asked George, more and more puzzled.
"Because I'm that rare animal--a grateful man. You have had a bad time all your life, Mr. Brendon, but now you shall have a good one, and I am the man who is going to help you right along."
George looked at him helplessly. He found it difficult to understand what all this meant. "Of course I know, from what Lola said, that you are a private inquiry agent," he remarked with hesitation31.
"Vidocq & Co.," said Bawdsey, briskly, "23 Augusta Street, Strand32. That's me Mr. Brendon, but you needn't mention it in this shanty33."
"Are you an American, Mr. Bawdsey?"
"I am anything that suits. I can talk all languages, and try to tell the truth in every one. And the best day's work you ever did for yourself, Mr. Brendon, was in dragging me from under the feet of that horse. Yes, sir, I'm in line with you forever."
"This is all amusing, but a trifle confusing," said Brendon, feeling that he must get to the bottom of this chatter. "Will you answer a few questions, Mr. Bawdsey?"
"Yes. Fire ahead. Wait! Will you take whisky?"
"No, thanks. Yes, I'll take a cigar."
"Henry Clay," said Bawdsey, passing along a box; "and the questions?"
"You are a private inquiry agent?" asked George, when the cigar was well alight and Bawdsey had subsided34 into a chair.
"That's so. Vidocq & Company--an attractive title, I guess."
"And you were employed by Lola to watch me?"
"I was. Love will do anything for the object of its affections."
"Humph! there are different ways of looking at that. But you were also engaged by Lord Derrington to watch me?"
Bawdsey did not display the least surprise. "That's very creditable to your observation, Mr. Brendon. It's true."
"How did Lord Derrington find out that I was passing under the name of George Brendon?"
"Well, sir, if you will shove advertisements into the paper asking about the celebration of the marriage of Percy Vane and Miss Rosina Lockwood you must expect to be dropped upon."
"Oh, that was the way you found out!"
"That was the way," nodded Bawdsey. "You had the answers----"
"I had no answers," said Brendon, quickly.
"I am quite sure of that," replied the detective, coolly. "We should have heard of you in a court of law had you been successful. But what I mean to say is that you asked for the answers to be sent to G. B., Pembroke Square, Kensington. Derrington spotted35 that, and seeing that the marriage referred to was that of his son to----"
George waved his hand impatiently. "I see! I see! He hired you, and you looked me up."
"Quite so. I have had you under observation for the last six months."
"Confound it," cried Brendon, uncomfortably, "and I never knew."
Bawdsey winked36. "I know my business," he said. "You don't find me sending myself up on any occasion. Any more questions, sir?"
"Only one," replied George. "Will you tell me exactly what you are doing in this galley37?"
"Certainly. You shall have the whole story, Mr. Brendon. But in the first place I shall ask you a question in my turn. Do you know why I asked you to come and see me to-day?"
Brendon shook his head. "I have not the least idea," he confessed.
"I'll enlighten you," was the other man's reply; "to warn you that you are in danger of arrest."
"I in danger of arrest?" George jumped up. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, my meaning is clear enough. There is a chance that you may be accused of having murdered Mrs. Jersey."
George dropped back into his chair with a white face. "You must be mad to say such a thing. Who accuses me?"
"Lord Derrington."
"On what grounds?"
"On certain information he obtained from Mrs. Ward."
"What? Is she in it, too?"
"Very much in it. She is your bitter enemy. You see, Mr. Brendon, it is not her game that you should marry the daughter. Mrs. Ward knows that you are a clever man with a will of your own, and that she will not be able to twist you around her finger, which is what she wishes to do with any son-in-law who may come her way. That young fool Vane is the man she wants. He will inherit the title and a good income. Mrs. Ward, should he marry the girl, will benefit. If the title and income came your way she would make very little out of the business. Consequently she will stick at nothing to get you out of the way."
"But she doesn't know that I claim to be Lord Derrington's grandson?"
"Indeed, she does," replied Bawdsey, quickly. "Derrington told her all about it."
"Why?"
"Now that," said Bawdsey, shaking his head and looking puzzled, "is one of the things I can't make out."
George thought for a moment. "I was at Mrs. Ward's the other evening," he said slowly. "Lord Derrington was there. Did he know then that I was his grandson?"
"He did. He has known ever since you put the advertisement in the paper and I looked you up."
"Humph! Then he was putting me through my paces," said Brendon to himself. "What a clever man he is in concealing38 his thoughts. And Mrs. Ward knew also who I was?"
Bawdsey nodded. "Yes. And after that evening she came to see Lord Derrington to suggest how you should be got rid of."
"Ah!" George was now perfectly39 cool as he saw that Bawdsey, being so frank, was ready to be his friend. "And how did she propose to do that, Mr. Bawdsey? By having me arrested----"
"With the alternative that you should give up all attempts to prove your birth and go to Australia."
"And surrender my claim to Miss Ward's hand, I suppose?"
"Of course. But that would go without speaking if you went to Australia. It's a case of threatening, Mr. Brendon."
"Was Lord Derrington agreeable to this suggestion?"
"Yes. He hates you, and told me to see you and put the matter to you. You have a week to think over it, and at the end of that time, Mr. Brendon, if you don't leave England you will be arrested."
"No," replied Brendon, calmly, "I will not be arrested. Setting aside the fact that there is no evidence which implicates40 me in the crime, Lord Derrington, for his own sake, will not have his grandson arrested and his dirty linen41 washed in public. Whether there was a marriage or not I am his flesh and blood. Why does he hate me?"
"I can't say, sir. He never explained. But he does hate you."
"Humph! I see no reason--a man can't help his birth, and I am quite as presentable as Walter Vane."
"Much more so," said Bawdsey, quickly. "He is a fool and a miserable42 little beast. He sent a bracelet43 to Miss Velez."
"Oh! and naturally you think the worst of him. Well, it is no use my conjecturing44 the reason of Lord Derrington's dislike. But I can well understand why Mrs. Ward wishes me out of the way. On what grounds does she accuse me of being concerned in this crime?"
"On the strength of a story related by a friend of yours, who----"
"I knew it," interrupted Brendon, starting up and beginning to pace the room. "That was why she asked Leonard Train to dinner."
"That's the man," said Bawdsey, coolly. "He occupied these rooms, I believe, and on the night of the murder you stopped with him."
"I did. In yonder bedroom. So he betrayed me?"
"My dear sir, I don't think he could help himself. Mrs. Ward is as clever as the devil, and as unscrupulous. She got out of him that you had been in the sitting-room of Mrs. Jersey at midnight."
"That is untrue----" began George, violently, when Bawdsey stopped him.
"So it is, to Mrs. Ward, to Lord Derrington, and to the public. But so far as I am concerned, Mr. Brendon, it is a fact. You were in Mrs. Jersey's room about the time she was murdered."
"How can you prove that?" asked George, quickly and very pale.
"Oh, I can prove it easily enough, and I will soon. But confess."
"That I killed the woman? No, I never laid a finger on her."
"I believe that," said Bawdsey. "If I thought you were guilty I should--no--not even then. You saved my life, and I'm grateful."
"I believe you are my friend," said George, gloomily, sitting down.
"You would have been arrested by now were I not, Mr. Brendon."
"No. I tell you neither Mrs. Ward nor Lord Derrington will go so far. They will try and intimidate45 me. But they won't succeed."
"You'll fight them?"
George set his face. "While there is breath in my body."
"I knew you were a plucky46 'un," said Bawdsey, admiringly, "but you must be aware that your position is perilous47."
"How so? Mr. Train can prove that he locked the sitting-room door--that one there," and George pointed48. "The key was under his pillow, and in the morning the door was still fast. How could I have got out to visit Mrs. Jersey's room without his knowledge?"
"That is what puzzles Train and Mrs. Ward and Lord Derrington," was Bawdsey's reply. "They asked me what I thought. Well----"
"One moment," interrupted Brendon. "Why does Train believe that I was in Mrs. Jersey's room?"
"He found beside the table a yellow holly49 berry, and you wore----"
George started. "I did--I did," he muttered; "it must have been brushed off the sprig when I stooped to touch her."
"Ah!" said Bawdsey, in a voice of triumph, "then you admit you were in the room?"
"Yes, to you, but to no one else."
"I'm glad you trust me so far," said Bawdsey, genuinely pleased; "your confidence is not misplaced, Mr. Brendon. And you saw Mrs. Jersey?"
"I saw her body. She was dead."
"At what time was that?"
"About twelve o'clock."
"Why did you not give the alarm?"
"What?" George smiled derisively50. "You think I should have put the rope round my neck?"
"No. But--well, no matter. We can talk of that later. But as to getting out of this room When the door was locked?"
"I didn't get out of this room, Mr. Bawdsey. I----"
"Wait a bit. Come into the room you slept in," said the detective, leading the way. "I have made a discovery."
The bedroom was in the same condition as when Brendon had last seen it, with the exception that the wardrobe was moved to one side. The wall at the back, which divided the room from the passage, appeared a blank, but on touching51 a spring a masked door opened. Shelves were revealed and it was evident that this door formed the back of a cupboard that was in the passage--a cupboard used by the housemaid, as was apparent from the dust-shovel and brooms lying within it. For a moment Bawdsey left the door open and looked at Brendon with quiet triumph. Then he snapped the door to and the wall appeared in its former blank condition. No one, without making a close examination, would have suspected the presence of that secret door. "A housemaid might open the cupboard door in the passage at any time," explained Mr. Bawdsey, accounting52 for his action, "and it would never do for her to look through the back of the shelves into this room. She might talk, Mr. Brendon, and then there would be trouble. Yes," Bawdsey rubbed his nose and looked at the astonished George, "I am sure there would be great trouble."
"I congratulate you on your cleverness, Mr. Bawdsey," said Brendon when he had somewhat recovered. "You have discovered my secret. I should like to know how you discovered it."
"Well," said Bawdsey, pushing the wardrobe back to its place with an effort, "you see when I learned through the advertisement that George Brendon was the grandson of Lord Derrington I told him of it. He related your history."
"Including the murder of my father?"
"Yes, including that," replied Bawdsey with a queer expression; "but that has nothing to do with the matter in hand, Mr. Brendon."
"I'm not so sure," retorted George. "I should not be at all surprised to find that Mrs. Jersey was murdered to keep her quiet on that point."
"How do you make that out?"
"Well, she was in San Remo at the time my father was murdered. She loved him, and I dare say, in spite of having been discharged, watched him. She might know who the lady in blue--but I forgot, you are ignorant of all these things."
"Not at all. Don't I tell you that Lord Derrington told me the whole story? I see what you mean. You think that Mrs. Jersey might know who killed your father, and for the sake of shutting her up the assassin committed the second murder."
"That is my idea," said George, coolly.
"It's ingenious, but it won't hold water. However, we can talk of that on another occasion. In the mean time I wish to tell you how I discovered the secret door."
"There's no need to. Derrington told you that I knew this house, as my grandfather had brought me up in it. When you knew through Mrs. Ward that I had passed a night here, and learned through her, by means of Train, that the yellow holly berry had been found in the woman's sitting-room, you set to work to find out how I escaped from this room. You knew that Train had locked the door."
"Yes," answered Bawdsey, "he told Mrs. Ward that."
"He seems to have told her everything. However, to make a long story short, you hunted for an exit and you found it."
"That's so," replied Bawdsey, quietly, "and now we had better return to the sitting-room and talk over the matter quietly."
"One moment," said George. "Have you told Lord Derrington or Mrs. Ward of this discovery?"
"No, and I won't tell them, either. I wish to get you out of trouble, Mr. Brendon. They haven't the least idea that you could leave the room, and the impression with them is that Train is screening you." Bawdsey shrugged53 his shoulders with contempt and passed George another cigar. "Just as though the man would incriminate himself if that were so."
George did not light his cigar. "Well, as you have told me so much, Mr. Bawdsey, I may as well confess."
"If I am to help you I must know all."
"Then you shall know--whatever I can tell you." George hesitated, and Bawdsey guessed that he was not going to be so frank as was necessary. However, he made no remark, and Brendon continued: "I came to this house to see Mrs. Jersey and get the truth out of her. It was my intention to speak to her the next morning. However, in the drawing-room she stated that she wished the company to disperse54 at ten o'clock as she had business to attend to. Also she came up to this room to see if I and my friend were in bed at eleven. I guessed that she intended to see some one, and wondering if the expected person had anything to do with my business I determined55 to see her on that night. When Train was asleep I locked my bedroom door and made use of the cupboard."
"How did you know of its existence?"
"I lived here, as you know. This is a queer old house, full of these sort of things. I expect that door was made by some scamp so that he might be able to lead a double life."
Bawdsey nodded. "I know. Fair to the world and black to the heart."
"As a boy I discovered the cupboard," replied Brendon, not taking notice of this interruption, "and I am ashamed to say that I sometimes made use of it in my teens to go to the theater unbeknown to my grandfather. On that night I used it again, and went to the sitting-room of Mrs. Jersey. It was about twelve o'clock. The door of the room was closed. I opened it, and saw her sitting at the table, dead, as she was discovered in the morning. In stooping over her to see if she still breathed, the berry must have fallen. It says a great deal for Train's acuteness that he suspected me on such evidence. I now see why he was so different to me when we parted, and why he has been so stiff of late."
"What did you do after you found that the woman was dead?"
"I returned to my bedroom and said nothing about it. You see, since I wanted something from Mrs. Jersey, and that desire might have come out in the evidence, there was every chance that I would be accused of having murdered her. There was certainly motive56 enough."
"I don't agree with you," replied Bawdsey; "however, I quite understand that under the circumstances you lost your nerve. You returned to your room, and expressed suitable surprise the next morning."
George nodded. "Quite so; and then Train's having locked this door made me think that all was safe. Had he not told----"
"Oh, he has told very little," rejoined Bawdsey. "After all, nothing can be done if I hold my tongue."
"Nothing will be done in any case," said George, grimly, "but I thank you for warning me, Mr. Bawdsey. What are your plans?"
"I have none at present. Lord Derrington asked me to watch you."
"That you certainly have done, and if you choose you can go on watching me. But why do you stop in this house?"
"Oh, I knew Mrs. Jersey some years ago, and returned here for old times' sake."
George shrugged his shoulders. He felt convinced that Bawdsey was not speaking openly. But then Brendon, on his part, had held something back. Neither man was sufficiently57 sure of the other to be perfectly frank. But the main thing was that Bawdsey, being friendly, was content to let matters stand as they were. That is, so far as regarded George himself, for Brendon felt that the detective's presence in that house had something to do with the murder. He rose to go.
"Well, how do we stand?" asked Bawdsey.
"Much as we did before," replied George, "save that I know you will hold your tongue and not get me into trouble."
"I shall certainly do that. But remember Mrs. Ward."
"Lord Derrington can stop her mouth."
"Ah, but will he?" asked Bawdsey, dubiously58.
"I shall call on Lord Derrington and see," answered Brendon, and with a nod left the room.
"He's a plucked 'un," said Bawdsey.
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