"He came back last night," she continued, "and he told me with his fingers how he had been lying ill in London town. Poor dear! he took it into his head to go for a jaunt2, he says, and went by the night train. He meant to have come back to me next morning, but a nasty influenza3 took him and kept him away. I'm that glad he's come back I can't tell!" cried Mrs. Marry joyfully4, "for he do pay most reg'lar, and gives not a bit of trouble, innocent babe that he is!" and having imparted her news, she hurried on down the lane.
The two men stood looking at one another.
"Brown back again!" said Alan. "Now we shall know the truth."
"If he knows it," said Blair dryly--he was less excited than his companion--"but I doubt if we shall learn much from him, Mr. Thorold. If he had anything to do with the murder, he would not have come back."
"But he must have something to do with it, man! Have you forgotten that it was he who stole the key of the vault5 from my desk?"
"No," said Blair pointedly6, "nor have I forgotten that he did not use the key. It was Joe Brill who opened the vault."
"Indeed! And where did Joe get the key? Not from Mr. Phelps, for he still has his key. Ha!" cried Alan suddenly, "did Joe get it from Brown?"
"No, he did not. The key was not used at all. There was a third key in existence, of which neither you nor Mr. Phelps were aware. Marlow had had it made to provide against the contingency7 which arose. He had always resolved to feign8 death, should Lestrange track Mm. So he kept the third key, and Joe used it on that night."
"Well, even granting that such is the case, why should Brown have stolen my key? And how could he have known that it was in my desk?"
"I think we discussed that point before," replied the inspector9 composedly, "and that we came to the conclusion that Brown overheard your conversation with Mr. Phelps on the day of the funeral. Where are you going?"
"To see Brown. I am determined10 to get the truth out of him."
Blair looked at him.
"Well, Mr. Thorold," he said, "I don't suppose it will do any harm for you to see the man. Meanwhile I will go on to Mrs. Warrender's."
"But you ought to come with me and arrest him."
"I do not think I have sufficient evidence to procure11 a warrant, Mr. Thorold. A charge of murder is serious, you see."
"Pooh! pooh! I don't want him arrested for murder, but on the charge of breaking open my desk."
"I could do that certainly. Well, you go and see him, Mr. Thorold, while I interview Mrs. Warrender. I'll call along at the cottage later. You needn't let Brown out of your sight until I come."
"You'll arrest him?"
"If you wish it; I'll take the risk."
"Very good, I'm off!" and with an abrupt12 nod Alan ran down the lane. Blair looked after him with a queer smile on his dry face. He had his own ideas regarding the termination of Alan's attempt to make Brown the mysterious speak out.
Mrs. Warrender was at home when the inspector called. At first she felt she could not see him, for the idea of coming into contact with the police was abhorrent13 to her. She wondered if Blair could have discovered the relationship which existed between herself and Cicero, and it was her anxiety to ascertain14 this which made her grant the inspector an interview. If her brother were playing her false, the more she knew about his plans the better would she be able to frustrate15 them. Mrs. Warrender was a capable woman, and had a genius for intrigue16. She was quite decided17 that she could hold her own even against the trained intelligence of a police officer.
And so it came about that the gentleman in question was shown into the drawing-room, a meretricious18, gaudy19 apartment, which betrayed in furniture and decoration the tawdry taste of the doctor's widow.
She came forward to receive him in an elaborate tea-gown of pink silk trimmed with lace, and, in spite of the early hour, she wore a quantity of jewels. Blair had an eye for beauty, and could not deny that this lady was a fine woman, though, perhaps, too much of the ponderous20 type. He wondered why she did not wear mourning. She could have cared but little for her husband, he thought, to appear in gay colors so soon after his untimely end. But, in truth, Mrs. Warrender had never professed21 to be an affectionate wife. She had married for a home, and made no secret of it.
"Good-morning," she said, with a sharp glance at Blair's impassive face. "I understand that you belong to the police, and that you wish to see me--why, I cannot conceive."
"If you will permit me to explain myself, I will soon give you my reasons," said the inspector, in his best manner. "May I sit down? Thank you. Now we can talk at our ease."
"I suppose it is about the sad end of my poor husband," she said, in tones of grief, which her gay attire22 somewhat belied23. "Have you found out the truth?"
"No; but I hope to do so--with your assistance."
She looked up suddenly.
"If you think I killed the poor lamb, you are mistaken," she said. "I can account for all my actions on that night, policeman."
This last was hurled24 at Blair with the object of keeping him well in mind of her condescension25 in receiving him.
"I never had the slightest suspicion of you," he protested. "My errand has to do with quite a different matter. And might I suggest," he added, a trifle testily26, "that I am usually addressed as Inspector Blair?"
"Oh, of course, if you insist upon it!" she cried, with a shrug27. "Inspector Blair--will that do?"
"That will do very well, thank you." He paused, and stared hard at the expensive tea-gown and the aggressive jewelry28 until the widow became restive29. "Are you rich?" he asked abruptly30.
"What has that got to do with you?" cried Mrs. Warrender furiously. "Remember you are talking to a lady!"
"To a rich lady or to a poor one?"
"Upon my soul, this is too much? Mind your business, Inspector Blair!"
"This is my business," he retorted, keeping himself well in hand. "I merely asked you the question, because, if you are not rich, then I come to make you so."
"What do you mean?"
"Answer my question first: Are you rich?" And he took another good look at the dress and the jewels.
"No," she said sullenly31, "I am not. My husband left me fairly well off, but not with so much money as I expected."
"Then you would not object to making some more?"
Her eyes lighted up with the fire of greed.
"I should! I should! I am dying to leave this dull village and take up a position in London; but I cannot do it without money." She paused, then clapped her hands. "I see," she cried; "Sophy Marlow is going to compensate32 me for the death of my husband. It would be easy enough with all the millions she has!"
"I am sure it would," assented33 Blair coolly; "but I don't mean to supply you with money for nothing."
"You! What have you to do with the matter?"
"A good deal. Mr. Thorold and Miss Marlow will rely on my advice."
"Oh, Miss Marlow!" jeered34 Mrs. Warrender, sitting up. "That is her name, is it, Inspector Blair? Are you sure it isn't Marie Lestrange?"
He leaned forward and caught her wrist in a grip of steel.
"So you know the truth, then?" he said. "Give me the confession35."
"What confession? What do you mean?" she cried, trying to release her hand.
"The confession left by your husband, in which he tells the story of Achille Lestrange's murder."
"I--I--I don't know----"
"Yes, you do; yes, you do--no lies!" He shook her wrist. "You know that Marlow never murdered Captain Lestrange."
"Let go my wrist!" cried Mrs. Warrender, and succeeded in wrenching36 herself free. "What do you mean by behaving like this? I know nothing about the matter--there!"
Blair jumped up and made for the door.
"Very good. Then you lose the money. I have got for you."
"Come back! come back!" She followed him to the door and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Don't be in a hurry. Is there--is there money in it?"
"If you have the confession, yes."
"How much?"
"We will talk of that when I know the truth. Have you a confession?"
"Yes, I have." She thought she might with safety admit as much. "I found the whole story of Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange and Mr. Beauchamp amongst my business papers--my husband's papers, I should say. It was signed and witnessed in New Orleans. It seems Warrender was dying there, and wanted to tell Mr. Beauchamp--Marlow, I mean--the truth, so he had the confession drawn37 up by a lawyer. Afterwards, when he got well, he did not destroy it."
"Beauchamp was innocent of the murder, then?"
"Yes. He knocked Achille Lestrange down, but he did not kill him."
"Aha! I thought so!" chuckled38 Blair, rubbing his hands. "Who did?"
Mrs. Warrender drew back with a look of cunning on her face.
"That's tellings," said she, relapsing into the speech of her people. "I don't part with my secret unless I get my price."
"Name your price."
"Two thousand pounds."
"What!" cried the inspector. "Two thousand pounds for clearing the memory of a dead man! My dear lady, five hundred is nearer the mark."
"Two thousand," she repeated. "If Sophy Marlow has the millions left by her supposed father, she can well afford that."
"Humph! We'll see. I must speak to Mr. Thorold first. You have the confession?"
"I have--safely put away. It was my intention to have seen Sophy Marlow about it, but I thought I'd wait."
"To see what price you could get?" put in Blair.
"Quite so. I'm a woman of business. If I don't get my price, I burn that confession."
"You dare not! I can have you arrested, remember."
She snapped her fingers.
"Pooh!" she said. "I don't care for your threats. This is my one chance of making money, and I'm going to take it. Two thousand pounds or nothing."
"I'll think it over," said Blair. "I am to have the refusal of that confession, mind."
"What! Do you want to make money too?"
"Certainly," said Blair, with irony39; "I am a man of business."
She laughed, and took leave of him in a very amiable40 frame of mind. When he had gone, she smirked41 in front of a mirror and took a long look at herself.
"Two thousand pounds," she cried, "and my own savings42! I'm not so old, after all. I'll run away from Cicero and marry again. Ha! ha! I've made a deal this time!" And she went in to luncheon43 with a most excellent appetite.
While this interview was taking place, Alan had been at Mrs. Harry's cottage. Having received no orders to the contrary, she ushered44 him into the sitting-room45. There sat the Quiet Gentleman in his gray suit. At sight of Alan he started violently.
"Good-day, Mr. Brown," said his visitor, looking closely at him. "I have come to see you about that key you stole. You are dumb, I believe, but not deaf, so no doubt you follow my meaning."
The Quiet Gentleman made a step forward, and, to the amazement46 of his visitor, he spoke47.
"Alan," he said--"Alan Thorold!"
The young man dropped into a chair, white and shaking. He knew that voice--he knew what was coming.
With a laugh the Quiet Gentleman pulled off his wig48 and beard.
"Don't you know me, Alan?" he asked.
"Richard Marlow!" gasped49 Alan.
"Herbert Beauchamp," was the quiet reply.
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