For this reason I simply sent a note saying that I had been called to London on business, and drove over to Tarhaven in Mrs. Gilfin's trap to catch the midday train. I just managed to escape Cannington, whom I saw in the street, as I drove up to the station, and was glad that he had not noticed me. I did not wish to enter into further explanations, and invent theories, and conjecture3 possibilities. So many lies were being told and so many secrets were being kept, that it was difficult to understand the actual position of affairs. The corner shop at Mootley seemed to have been a kind of rendezvous4 for all manner of people, and on that fatal evening Mrs. Caldershaw appeared to have held quite a reception. Gertrude, her father, Striver, and Miss Destiny had all been making for that goal, and the consequence of their presence--in a broad sense I speak--had been the death of the old woman. The sole person whose innocence5 could be proved beyond all doubt was Miss Destiny, as she had not arrived until I had discovered the body of Mrs. Caldershaw. Of course I truly believed that Gertrude was innocent, but the police might have taken a different view. For this reason I was anxious to learn the exact state of things with regard to Striver and Monk6. In my opinion one of the two was guilty, and I anxiously waited for three o'clock to learn the absolute truth. Then, being enlightened, I should know how to act.
At three o'clock I drove in a taxi to Stratford Street, and was admitted by a demure-looking man in black--Monk's valet, I suppose--to the flat. Apparently8 the servant expected my arrival, for he led me directly into the Moorish9 smoking-room where I had previously10 been. Striver and Mr. Monk were both present, seated in opposite chairs and glowering--as the Scotch11 say--at one another. They resembled a couple of ill-tempered dogs chained together. Monk, I thought, looked haggard and worn and anxious, quite different to his usual complacent12 self. But Striver's handsome face wore a determined13, confident expression. I judged that he was master of the situation. This augured14 ill for Monk's innocence. As soon as I entered the elder man, quivering with nervousness, rose quickly to his feet and rushed forward to clasp my hand. "I am so glad you have come, Vance," he said, dropping his affected15 speech. "I need your assistance in dealing16 with this--this-- blackmailer18."
"That's a lie," growled19 Striver, who looked dangerous, and probably was; "why don't you introduce me as your secretary?"
"Yes," cried Monk, his under lip twitching20, "that's what he calls himself, Vance--my secretary. He followed after me to New York, and has been in my company ever since. To explain his presence I called him my secretary. But he is a blackguard--a blackmailer."
"I have never asked you for a shilling," retorted Striver with a shrug21.
"No, you ask me for what I value more--the hand of my child."
I sat down and laughed outright22, in spite of the seriousness of the situation. "Hasn't Mr. Striver given up hope in that quarter?"
"No, I haven't," snarled23 the gardener, "nor shall I. I intend to marry Gertrude."
"Miss Monk, to you, if you please. As to your marrying her, that is out of the question. She is engaged to me, and I don't intend to give her up. Now, Mr. Striver, I haven't come here to listen to bombast24 and froth, but to hear facts. For what reason do you persecute25 Mr. Monk?"
"I don't persecute him. I just followed him to New York to ask his help in marrying Ger--well, Miss Monk, if you will have it so."
"Mr. Monk can't help you there," I said calmly. "We'll see about that," said Striver, with an evil look.
"Of course. That is why I am here. Mr. Monk, would you mind giving me a cigar, please? I recommend one to you also, Striver. Smoking may soothe26 your nerves."
"Mind your own business."
"Oh, your nerves are my business, since they may lead you into making mischief27. Thank you, Mr. Monk," I said, taking the cigar he passed me. "A light, please." I struck a match. "Now," I ended, when comfortably smoking, "let me hear all about it."
"All about what?" demanded Striver, annoyed by my coolness.
"About the means you propose to use in forcing Mr. Monk into supporting your preposterous28 desire to marry his daughter."
"He is guilty of my aunt's murder."
"It is a lie, a lie," cried Monk, sitting down and clasping his hands.
"Last time we had the pleasure of speaking together, Mr. Striver," I said easily, "you accused Miss Monk; now you assert her father to be the guilty person. On what grounds do you base your last accusation29? I know those on which you base your first, and I told you to tell them to the police. Instead of doing this you attempt to coerce30 an old man. I had some sympathy with you, because you loved in vain; now I have none, as I think you are simply a scoundrel, using illegal means to accomplish the impossible."
"How dare you!"--he sprang to his feet with flashing eyes--"how----"
"That will do, my man," I interrupted coldly, "sit down, and speak when I ask you questions."
"I'll break your head," he muttered between his teeth, but obeyed.
I laughed. "I think we tried physical conclusions at The Lodge31, and you got the worst of it. Hold your tongue, confound you," I commanded sternly. "Mr. Monk!" I turned to my future father-in-law, who was shivering with apprehension32, "you say that this person accuses you of murdering Anne Caldershaw?"
"Yes, he does. He came here and learned that I had gone to America and followed. He has never left me since."
"Why didn't you kick him out?"
"I couldn't, I couldn't," said Monk, shivering again, while Striver sneered33. "He threatened to tell the police. I kept him near me as my supposed secretary, and have been compelled to pay his expenses."
"Oh, you can easily do that, Mr. Wentworth Marr," scoffed35 Striver, "seeing that you have secured the fifty thousand pounds which rightfully belongs to your daughter, Miss Gertrude."
"What?" I cried, alive with curiosity.
"It's not true," said Monk hastily, and his face grew red with anger, "the money I have comes from my Australian cousin, whose name I took in accordance with the conditions laid down in the will. I told you so."
"Yes, and I did not believe you." "Mr. Vance--" Striver shifted his position so as to face me--"I truly believed when I left Burwain that Miss Gertrude was guilty, on the grounds I explained to you at The Lodge. I came to London to see Mr. Monk, whom I knew to be masquerading as Marr----"
"I did not masquerade," broke in Monk indignantly.
"Shut up," said Striver contemptuously, "and let me tell my story in my own way or it will be the worse for you."
"No threats, Striver. Tell me the story without side issues; I am aware that you learned about Mr. Monk's change of name. You doubtless came here to say that if he didn't help you to marry Miss Gertrude you would denounce her to the police."
"Yes, I did," said Striver sullenly37, "but I learned from the caretaker of these rooms that Mr. Monk--Marr, the man called him--had gone to New York, and had left an address to which his letters were to be forwarded. I got that address----"
"The caretaker had no right to give it to you," cried Monk indignantly.
"Oh, a little money soon makes that sort of person speak," sneered the gardener. "However, I had no difficulty in learning where Mr. Monk was stopping in New York. I had plenty of cash, with my aunt's legacy38 and my own income, to say nothing of the sale of the corner shop lease to Giles, so I determined to follow. I reached New York in due course, and compelled Mr. Monk to take me as his secretary, so that I could keep him under my eye."
Monk groaned39. "I have had a cruel time with you; a cruel time."
"Better than you deserve. I swear," added Striver, turning again to me, "that I never believed Mr. Monk to be guilty until I found the eye."
"What?" I sprang to my feet in sheer astonishment40. "You found the eye?"
Monk, changing alternately from white to red with nervous fear, would have burst out into emphatic41 denial, but Striver cast such a black look in his direction that the words died on his lips. Then the gardener took out of his pocket a small morocco case, such as jewellers use to enclose watches, and passed it along to me. I opened it silently, and there, on the puffy white silk, lay a glass eye. "I found that," said Striver slowly, "while searching the luggage of Mr. Monk."
"You had no right to search my luggage," whimpered Monk, "it was most unfair."
"Unfair be hanged! You were so certain that Miss Gertrude was innocent, and talked so much about defending her with your life that I began to suspect you of the deed. I hunted, when you were out, amongst your luggage and papers for some proof of your guilt7. I found my aunt's glass eye."
"I never saw it before," cried Monk, rising in his excitement; "you placed it amongst my papers to incriminate me."
"Mr. Vance," said Striver coldly, "look at the initials on the outside of that case. You will see they are Wentworth Marr's initials--W. M. They also stand for Walter Monk," ended Striver with a sneer34, and when I glanced at the case I saw that he spoke42 the truth.
"The case is mine, I admit," said Monk, trying to speak calmly, "it was in my dressing-case----"
"Where I found it, containing the eye," put in Striver sharply.
"You did not, you did not. The case was empty, as I was wearing the watch--this watch." Monk jerked a golden chronometer43 out of his waistcoat pocket. "The jeweller, whose address is inside the case, can prove that the watch was in it when he sold it to me."
"I daresay," sneered Striver quietly, "but you wore the watch and placed the eye in the empty case. Yes, and with that eye you learned the secret of the whereabouts of Miss Gertrude's fifty thousand pounds, and you have been living on it under the name of Wentworth Marr. The story of your Australian legacy and Australian cousin is a mere44 invention."
"I tell you I have spoken the truth. I deny everything."
"Do you deny that you were in Mrs. Caldershaw's shop?" I asked, preventing Striver from speaking by a gesture.
Monk stared and winced45. "How do you know that?"
"Mr. Wentworth Marr was at Murchester on the day when the crime was committed. He came down in his motor and stopped at the Lion Hotel. He left a card for Lord Cannington at Murchester Barracks. He also went to Mootley to see Anne Caldershaw."
"You can't prove that," said Monk, and wiped the perspiration46 from his brow nervously47. "I admit that I did motor down to Murchester to ask Cannington to influence his sister in my favor. I called in the afternoon and left a card. Then I stopped the night at the Lion Hotel, and returned to town the next morning."
"And after you found that Cannington was absent--about three o'clock, that was--you went to Mootley to see Anne Caldershaw."
"Prove it, prove it."
"I daresay Mr. Striver can prove it. He was concealed48 upstairs."
"I was asleep for a time," said Striver abruptly49, "but I woke in time to see Mr. Monk. I peered down the stairs and saw him talking to my aunt in the shop. The sound of their voices raised high woke me up. They were quarrelling."
"I don't deny that I was there," said Monk, wiping his face again, "but I want to know how Vance learned my whereabouts. It's a guess based on my leaving the card on Cannington."
"It is not," I said sharply; "your daughter was in the back room and saw you through the open door. She refused to tell me this, but as she said that the sight of a certain person drove her hastily out of the back door, so hastily that she left her cloak behind her, I believe that person was you, Mr. Monk."
"I was simply calling on Mrs. Caldershaw. There was no reason why Gertrude should not say so, although I did not know that she was there."
"She believed that you were guilty because of your presence there, and did not tell me, even though I pressed her. You are the sole person she would shield at the risk of losing her liberty, though you aren't worth it, Mr. Monk. Am I not right?"
"I admitted that you were right. Striver saw me, and Gertrude saw me. I cannot deny my presence in the shop. But that does not prove me to be guilty of murder."
"How, then," asked Striver, "did you become possessed50 of the eye?"
"The last time that I saw the eye was in Mrs. Caldershaw's head," snapped Monk, whose nerves were entirely51 giving way under the strain of cross-examination. "You pretended to find it amongst my baggage and slipped it into that case, which is really mine. It's part of your plan of blackmail17."
"There may be some truth in that," I remarked, for, knowing what I did, I had not much belief in Striver's story.
"How can you talk such damned nonsense?" cried Striver roughly, "when you know that Mr. Monk has been posing in London as a rich man under the name of Wentworth Marr. He has five hundred a year under his brother's will, and that house with the acres surrounding it. Where did he get his money?"
"My Australian cousin----"
"Oh, hang your Australian cousin. I don't believe he ever existed. Mr. Vance, I swear that I found that eye amongst Mr. Monk's luggage. You must believe, in the face of that," he pointed52 to the case, which was still open in my hand, "that Mr. Monk is guilty."
"No, I don't, if this"--I shook the case--"is all the evidence you can bring."
Monk heaved a sigh of relief, and Striver stared uneasily. "On what grounds do you say that?" he asked grimly.
"On the grounds of common-sense, Mr. Striver. I saw the eye on a small table in the drawing-room of The Lodge, near the middle French window."
"Mr. Monk placed it there: it only proves his guilt more conclusively53."
"I think not. In the first place, if Mr. Monk had been possessed of the eye he would scarcely be such a fool as to leave it about. In the second case, when I re-entered the drawing-room the eye had disappeared, and all the time from when I saw it to when I returned to the room Mr. Monk was with me. He could not have secured it again, even though--according to you--he placed it there, which I don't believe. You took the eye from the table."
"How dare you say that!" cried the man, but his color changed, and I guessed that my chance remark asserted the truth. "On what grounds----"
"You have supplied the grounds yourself," I said quickly, "by saying that you found the eye in Mr. Monk's dressing-bag. You found the watch case, but you certainly brought the eye to place in it, for the furtherance of your infernal plans. You were working in the garden, Striver, and saw by my face, when I came out to meet Mr. Monk, that I was startled. Out of curiosity and jealousy54 you went up to the window, saw the eye, and secured it. Finding that I supported Miss Monk, and you could not incriminate her, you made use of the eye to incriminate Mr. Monk."
"I do not," he stuttered, changing color again and again.
"You did, and by your own showing. For all I know, you may have placed the eye on the table, since it was easy to do so with the window open."
"How could I get the eye? Do you accuse me of murder?"
"The police might if they knew all that we know. But I shall give you the benefit of the doubt, and say that you found the eye in the shop after the murder was committed."
"But according to the police," said Monk doubtfully, "the murder was committed for the sake of the eye."
"Of course it was," insisted Striver, "and by you."
"I am perfectly55 innocent."
"In that case, how did you get your money unless by----"
"Stop!" I interrupted impulsively56, "there also I can defend Mr. Monk. Long before the murder, he was living as wealthy Mr. Wentworth Marr in London, as Lord Cannington informed me. If he did not get the money until the eye was found--and by your own showing, Mr. Striver, he could only find the hidden treasure in that way--how could he pose long before as a rich man? Answer me that, Mr. Striver."
The gardener, seeing that I could beat him on every point, maintained a sullen36 silence. Mr. Monk, cheered by my several defences of his actions, leaned forward eagerly. "No doubt this is a false clue," he said, pointing to the case; "it may not be the real eye. Striver would never allow me to examine it, in case," he smiled bitterly, "I should destroy it."
"Which you would have done," said the other bluntly. "I wouldn't trust you a single inch, Mr. Monk. The eye is the one worn by my aunt right enough, and contains the cipher57 of which she spoke. Look at the back?"
Remembering the glimpse I had seen of the concave of the eye when it was on The Lodge table, I delicately turned over the object of the case. It may seem odd that I had not examined it before, but the interest of the conversation between Striver and Monk had held me spellbound. It was imperative58, as is obvious, that I should lose no single word of the ill-assorted pair.
However I did now what I should have done before, and tilted59 the eye, to behold60 in the hollow the piece of silver I had seen before. There it lay, and looked more than ever like a threepenny bit. Monk bent61 forward curiously62 and stared.
"It's a silver coin--a threepenny bit," he explained, half to himself. "Gabriel told me that he had engraved63 the cipher on a threepenny bit, but he would never tell me where it was hidden. A very ingenious idea to hide it in Mrs. Caldershaw's eye. See, it is fastened by a piece of gold wire to the center of the pupil."
It was as he said, the coin was so fastened and in the dense64 black of the pupil appeared the glint of a tiny piece of gold. In no other way could the coin have been kept in its place. But as it was sunken a good way into the concave of the artificial eye, the same, when worn, could not produce any irritation65 to the wearer. It was, as Monk said, a very ingenious idea.
"I never saw it before," he murmured, and I believed that he was speaking the truth; "so this is how Gabriel concealed his secret?"
I tried to read what was on the coin, but failed, as the engraving66 was so very small. "Have you a magnifying glass, Mr. Monk?" I asked.
"Not to my knowledge," he said promptly67; "however, I'll look for one," and he rose to make a search.
I examined the eye again; then closed the case, and placed it on the table, intending to pocket it when I had used the magnifying glass. "Though I daresay," said I to Striver, who was seated in his chair looking very dejected, "you can tell me what the cipher consists of."
He did not answer my question, but leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. To my surprise I saw the tears forcing themselves between his fingers. I hate to see a man cry, but on this occasion I was glad, for these tears showed that Striver had broken down. He was not cut out by nature for a villain68, and now that I had thwarted70 his schemes he could contrive71 no new ones. He was beaten, and he knew that he was beaten. I felt quite sorry for him, badly as he had behaved.
"Striver!" I placed my hand on his bowed shoulders.
"Don't touch me," he said in a choking voice, and rising to his feet he walked rapidly to the end of the room, where there was an ottoman. Here he flung himself down at full length, sobbing72 bitterly. I followed, and waited until the paroxysm passed away. Then, finding him in a gentler mood, I hoped to get at the truth, which I felt convinced he knew. And indeed, seeing that he had been concealed in the house during the commission of the crime, he must know who had stabbed his aunt. Unless----
"Striver," I said sharply, "pull yourself together and answer me. Did you murder this unfortunate woman?"
"No," he sobbed73 in a stifled74 voice, "I did not. I was hidden in the bedroom, and came down to find her dead. The rest, as to taking your car and escaping, I have told you."
"What's to be done, then?" I muttered, much perplexed75.
"This is to be done," he said, sitting up, with his handsome face tear-stained and his hair dishevelled, "you have won and I have lost. I surrender all claim to the hand of Miss Monk."
"You never had any claim," I reminded him sharply.
"Perhaps not," was his dejected reply, "but I am a man and I cannot help my feelings. Gertrude is the only woman I have ever loved, and the only woman I shall ever love. She is lost to me, because she loves you. Well, I daresay it is better that she should marry a gentleman. But I wish--I wish----" He broke down again.
"Striver," I said, for the third time, and placed my hand on his shoulder, "I am very sorry for you, although you have not acted well."
"All is fair in love and war," he said, sitting up again.
"There are some things a gentleman cannot do, even to win the woman he loves, Striver," I said gently, "so all is not fair in love and war."
"I am not a gentleman: I never pretended to be a gentleman."
"Then be one now," I urged, "you know the truth of this murder since you were in the house all the time. I believe myself that you are innocent."
"Why should you think that?" he asked in a curious voice and with a curious look.
"Because I believe you to be a good fellow, Striver. Your nature has been warped76 by the influence of this mad love and by the influence of your dead aunt. She always promised you Miss Monk as a bride and this fifty thousand pounds for yourself."
"Yes, she did," he said, his bright blue eyes steadily77 fixed78 on me.
"Well, then, these things have drawn79 you into wrongdoing. You love Miss Monk. Prove your love by preventing her from getting into trouble about this murder. Until the truth is discovered, she is in danger of arrest because of her unfortunate visit to Mootley and because of the cloak left behind."
"Perhaps! perhaps. But her father will say nothing, he dare not."
"No, but Miss Destiny might. She knows that her niece was at Mootley on that night, and threatens to betray her unless she receives half the fifty thousand pounds when it is found."
"Miss Destiny threatens," said Striver rising, "and for the sake of money. Ah! that old lady always was a miser80. Well?"
"Well, can't you show your love for Miss Monk and thwart69 the aunt by telling the truth."
"Why, do you think I know the truth?"
"You were in the house all the time. I feel certain that you can unravel81 the mystery."
Striver looked away, and became very silent. At this moment Monk entered, and began to bustle82 about. "Hunter," this was his valet, I afterwards heard, "says that there is a magnifying glass in the desk here."
I paid no attention to him as I was looking at Striver. After a long silence the gardener spoke. "I do know the truth," he said slowly, "and I shall save Gertrude's good name. Marry her, and may you be happy."
"But----" I cried, following him as he was walking towards the door.
"I have nothing more to say," said Striver, and disappeared. I wondered if he was guilty after all, and whether he intended to confess. Before I could think out the matter, Monk touched my elbow.
"I can't find the magnifying glass," he said, handing me the case, which he had picked up off the table; "better go to a jeweller and borrow one."
"Thanks," I said, slipping the case into my pocket and reaching for my hat and coat. "Good-day, Mr. Monk."
"Don't go," he urged me. "I have much to say, and much to thank you for."
I put on my coat and made for the door. "I decline to remain in your company, Mr. Monk," I said, "because you are a scoundrel, and if you were not Gertrude's father I would thrash you willingly, old as you are. For her sake only have I saved you."
"How dare you speak to me in this way!" he cried furiously, and followed me into the hall, plucking at my sleeve.
"Because it is just as well someone should tell you the truth," I retorted heatedly; "you have acted in the most cruel manner towards your daughter."
"I have not. I deny it," he panted, looking white and wicked.
"You have lived in luxury in London while she has been practically starving down at Burwain. She knows that you are Marr."
"You told her?" he cried, falling back a pace.
"Yes, I was forced to tell her, because Lady Mabel recognized your photograph in the drawing-room. I warned you that Lady Mabel was going down to Burwain to see Mr. Weston's airship."
"You had no right to tell; you promised, if I went away, to hold your tongue."
"So I did for a fortnight."
"Not with regard to Gertrude. I was to tell her myself."
"You never came back to tell her, but bolted to America. You never intended to return, and would not have done so had not Striver forced you to defend yourself. I can't say if you are guilty, or if he is guilty, but I am quite sure that one of you is guilty. However, you have money from your Australian cousin, Mr. Monk, a new name and a secretary who knows what a blackguard you are, so I wish you joy for the future. My advice to you is to go to America, and never return. Gertrude is done with you."
This struck him to the heart. "My little child--my own child."
"Exactly, and you deserve your fate entirely. Good-day and good-bye," and I walked out of the chamber83 and down the stairs. That was the last I ever saw of Mr. Walter Monk, alias84 Mr. Wentworth Marr.
On the way back to Tarhaven, and in the train, I opened the case to again examine the famous glass eye. It was gone: the case was empty.
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