Then I remembered that Mr. Monk had been hunting the smoking-room for a magnifying glass in order to decipher the inscription3. Engaged with the repentant4 gardener, I had paid very little attention to his movements, so it was probable that when my back was turned he had taken the opportunity to slip the incriminating eye into his pocket. Also I recalled the fact that he had handed me the closed case himself, recommending me to get a magnifying glass from a jeweller. Had I been clever enough to mistrust him--as I had every reason to--I should there and then have opened the case to see that the eye was safe. But I had not done so, and now, in the train, when Monk was out of reach, I discovered the loss.
Of course I guessed that he had taken it, so as to obviate5 any accusation6 being brought against himself, and probably by this time he had got rid of it for ever. It was useless for me to do what I settled on the spur of the moment to do, and return by the next train to London from one of the intermediate stations. Monk would only lie, and I could not force him to surrender the eye--always presuming that he had not destroyed it--by threatening to tell the police. The fulfilment of such a threat meant danger to Gertrude, and he would simply laugh in my face. There was nothing for it but to continue my journey to Burwain and consult with Gertrude. If I placed the matter before her, she might see a way out of the dilemma7.
And it was a dilemma, for I had not found time to decipher what was on the threepenny bit, and so could not hope to find the hidden money. If I only knew what kind of a cryptogram8 Gabriel Monk had engraved9 on that piece of silver, I felt certain that in one way or another I could read the same. Failing my own capability10, I knew a man in London who possessed11 a Poe-like talent for unravelling12 such puzzles. And for Gertrude's sake I desired to find her fortune, since Mr. Monk--now that he had nothing to gain, and knew that his daughter loved him no longer--might withdraw the money he allowed her. He might even sell the house and grounds, for though the income was entailed14 the property was not. Then Gertrude would be homeless and penniless until her father died and the five hundred a year by the entail15 reverted16 to her. No wonder I was vexed17 at the loss of the eye.
On arriving at Burwain, Mrs. Gilfin informed me that Lord Cannington had been inquiring for me, and, failing my company, had passed the day in Weston's yard. I did not get to the inn until seven o'clock, so Weston, always working late, had not put in an appearance. Then I found--and to my great satisfaction--that Dicky had gone in his motor to Tarhaven with Cannington to dine and sleep at the Buckingham Hotel. The boy had left a note asking me to come over also when I returned, but I sent a wire from the village post-office, excusing myself on the ground of fatigue18, and sat down to my dinner. Afterwards--about eight o'clock, in fact--I walked to The Lodge19 to explain my absence to Gertrude.
She was in the quaint20 drawing-room, arrayed in a dinner dress of some soft, white, clinging material, and looked almost as pale as her frock. There were dark rings round her eyes, and a weary look on her face. Without a word she came forward to kiss me, and sighed as she laid her head on my breast.
"What is the matter, my own?" I asked, kissing the soft dark hair.
"I am so tired," she whispered. "I have had a white night, as the French call it, and all day I have been longing21 to talk to you. Why have you not been to see me, Cyrus? What took you to London? I was so disappointed when I received your note. I wanted you so much--so very, very much."
"What for, dear?"
"I made up my mind last night to tell you everything."
"What if I know everything already?"
Gertrude withdrew from my arms and looked at me in a frightened way. "What do you know? What have you learned?"
"Dear," I took her hand and led her to a chair near the fire, "sit down, for I have much to tell you. I have been to London in answer to a telegram from your father."
She rose from the seat in which I had placed her. "Oh," she exclaimed in a fright, "has he returned to England? How foolish, when----" She stopped.
"When what, Gertrude?" I asked, looking at her keenly.
"If you know all, you must know why I wish my father to remain absent from England," she replied, sinking to the chair with a white face.
"Never mind what I know, tell me."
"My father," she began, and then her voice died away in her throat and she cast a frightened look at the door.
I knelt at her feet and took her cold hands within my own. "We are quite safe, dearest. Tell me, tell me, trust me fully23." I knew pretty well what she was about to say, but wished her to voluntarily give me her full confidence.
"It was my father I saw through the door," she whispered, bending over me anxiously, "he called to see Anne on that day. She came back and told me he was there. I did not wish to meet him, as already I had caught a glimpse of his face. Therefore I ran out of the back door, leaving my cloak behind me."
"Why did you not wish to meet him?"
"Because he would have insisted upon knowing why I had come to Mootley. If he had learned what I had found in the diary he would have got the secret from Anne, and then the money would have passed into his possession, to make bad use of. I thought it better to go, and I fled on the impulse of the moment. I had no time to think."
"Dear, I believe that your father knew Mrs. Caldershaw possessed the secret, else why should he have come to see her."
"Then you guessed that I was shielding him?"
"Yes, I guessed, and now I know for certain."
"Who told you, Cyrus?"
"Your father himself."
Gertrude rose unsteadily to her feet, grasping my arm. "But--but," she stammered24, "has he confessed that he is guilty."
I rose also and at the same moment. "No, dear. He is the last man to confess anything that would get him into trouble. He swears that he is innocent."
"Oh, I hope so--I think he must be." She clasped her hands and her eyes shone in her pale face like twin stars. "Papa is foolish and--as I see now--selfish. But he would never commit so cruel a murder."
"I think he would do anything, provided he was not found out," I said in a cynical25 manner. "Of course you left before the termination of his interview with Mrs. Caldershaw, so you can't say for certain if he is innocent or guilty. But Striver accuses him."
"Striver," she grasped my arm again in her fright, "and he was concealed26 in the bedroom, but he was asleep. He said that he was asleep."
"He woke--according to his story--at the sound of voices, and saw your father in the shop. He accuses him of the murder because he found the glass eye amongst your father's luggage in America."
"In America. Has Joseph been to America?"
"Yes. He followed your father there to force him to insist upon the marriage--which he apparently27 intended to bring about by threatening you. Then he found--so he says--the glass eye in your father's dressing-bag and accused him. To keep Striver quiet, your father made him his secretary and brought him back to England. This morning I received a wire from your father asking for my assistance. I went up and"--I shrugged28--"that is all."
"It is only the beginning," said Gertrude quickly. "Sit down and tell me all about your interview. First--to set my mind at rest--is my father guilty?"
I reflected. "I really can't say. Sometimes I think he is and again I think he is not. There is much to be said for both opinions. Striver--if anyone--knows the truth, and yet he only bases his accusation on the finding of the glass eye."
"But surely," said Gertrude, in great agitation29, "that is strong evidence."
"Yes," I assented30 dryly, "if it were true. But I believe that Striver stole the glass eye from yonder table and took it to America to frighten your father into helping31 with the marriage. If he had real, true evidence against Mr. Monk, he would not have resorted to faked evidence with the glass eye. On those grounds I believe that your father is innocent."
"Oh, what a relief!" She sighed and sat down.
"On the other hand," I continued quietly, "your father has made me change my opinion by stealing the eye again."
"What do you mean, Cyrus?"
I took my seat beside her and gained possession of her hands. Then I related all that had taken place in the Stratford Street rooms. She interrupted me frequently with ejaculations. When I had finished, she appeared more struck with Striver's sudden collapse32 than with any other portion of my narrative33.
"He knows the truth and he will save my good name," she said slowly to herself, "that would seem as though Joseph knows for certain that my father is innocent, since his name is my name."
"Not exactly, my dear. His name, by Act of Parliament, is Marr, and yours is Monk. But when you change it to Vance," I gathered her into my arms to kiss her fondly, "there will be no need for Striver to bother."
"There will always be a need until the truth becomes known," murmured Gertrude anxiously. "I shall never be safe from my aunt's threats until the assassin of Anne is found."
"Well, then, let us leave it to Striver," I said cheerfully. "He is ready to behave decently, now that he finds you will never be his wife. Meanwhile, I want you to go to London to-morrow and see your father."
Gertrude shrank from the suggestion. "Oh, I don't want to see him again after he has treated me so badly. Besides, he must be angry with me."
"Never mind. You are strong enough to face his anger, which is sure to be of a puny35 kind. I wish you to see him, so that you may regain36 the glass eye, which I feel certain he took out of the case when my back was turned."
"Why do you want the glass eye?"
"To read the cipher2, and find the money."
Gertrude shook her head. "I feel as though that money would bring us a curse, Cyrus. Already it has caused a murder and no end of unhappiness. Besides, you can never read the cipher."
"I should try, dear, and if I fail there is a clever friend of mine who can unravel13 anything. As to the money, or rather the diamonds, they are rightfully yours and ought to be in your hands. Get the eye and----"
I did not finish the sentence. Eliza suddenly opened the drawing-room door to deliver a letter to me. "It came by express," said Eliza, "and the boy is waiting at the door."
"Take him into the kitchen and feed him," I said, glancing at the superscription. I did not recognize the writing. "You can go, Eliza," for she still lingered--out of curiosity, I expect.
I opened the envelope, and besides the letter--a long one written on foolscap--there was a folded paper, which fell to the floor. Gertrude picked it up, while I turned instantly to the signature. "Joseph Striver!" I read in wonderment. "What can he be writing about to me in such a hurry that it requires an express delivery?"
"Read! read!" cried Gertrude, with bright eyes, and crushing up the folded paper in her hands without looking at it. "He said that he would save my good name. Perhaps that letter contains the truth."
I hastily skimmed the contents, then walked towards the door. Gertrude very impatiently followed me. "Where are you going? Why don't you read me the letter?" she inquired imperatively37.
"I shall read it when I have dismissed the messenger. It's all right," and at once I went to the kitchen. Here I gave the boy a shilling and sent him off. On my return to the drawing-room I found Gertrude looking at the folded paper, which she had smoothed out.
"What does this mean?" she asked bewildered, and I looked also.
The paper contained a rude drawing representing a kind of bird. Whether kite or owl34 or barn-door fowl38 I could not say. Around were a number of spots, and beneath were two large letters: an "A" reversed, and an "S" twisted in the wrong direction. "What does it mean?" asked Gertrude.
"Let us read the letter," said I, sitting down, and we did so together, she looking over my shoulder.
Striver wrote that by this time no doubt I had found out the disappearance39 of the glass eye. Mr. Monk had taken it, he said, when my back had been turned, and had destroyed it. The glass portion he had smashed up, and had afterwards gone out to throw the silver coin with the inscribed40 cipher into the Thames. Thus wrote the gardener: "You can never learn the cipher from the eye itself. But I enclose a drawing I made of what was on the threepenny bit while it was in my possession. What it means I can't say, or I should have found the treasure for myself. You were right, Mr. Vance, in thinking that I had taken the eye from the drawing-room table. I did. When you left the window I saw that you were disturbed, and, moreover, was very jealous, as I fancied you had just exchanged a word with Gertrude. On the spur of the moment I ran to the window when you turned the corner of the terrace with Mr. Monk, and saw the eye. I was greatly amazed, as I could not think how it came to be there, and I was still more amazed to think you had not secured it----"
"I was a fool," I interjected, "but I had not my wits about me."
The letter went on to say that, finding he would make no impression on Gertrude with me beside her, Striver had taken the eye to America in order to lay a trap for Monk. But he swore solemnly that Monk did not possess the eye, "unless," wrote Striver, "he placed it on the drawing-room table. I think myself that he is innocent, as I watched him all the time he was talking to my aunt. He did not leave the shop, but after a quarter of an hour he went away down the road. I believe he left his motor car at Murchester and walked over. Hence--as no one came to the corner shop on that afternoon--his visit was not noticed. After he departed I went back to the bedroom to lie down, and told my aunt I was weary. She did not come up the stairs and I did not go down them. She went into the back room, and I lay down again in the bedroom. Then--but I shall not tell you the truth now. When the time comes you shall know all, and Gertrude need have no fear that she will ever be troubled again by the Mootley murder."
"Thank God for that," said Gertrude; "but who is guilty?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "We must wait until Striver speaks out. Perhaps he killed his aunt himself, and wished to escape abroad before confessing. But let us read the rest of his letter," and I continued.
The writer went on to say that he intended to leave England, as he had plenty of money. He could not return to Burwain to see Gertrude the wife of another, so probably he would go to Australia.
"Very foolish of him to tell us that, seeing he may be guilty," I said.
"Cyrus, he knows that he can trust us," she said rebukingly41. "I am sorry for the poor man. He is making amends42."
"I shall say so when I hear that he has told the truth about the murder," I remarked grimly. "How he intends to do so I can't say. But, look, Gertrude, do you see how he finishes? Your father, after getting rid of the cipher coin in the river, came back and took all his things away. He told Striver--here it is--that he was returning to America and would never come to England again. Well"----I paused.
"Poor papa," sighed Gertrude, "why could he not have come down and asked me to help him? After all, he is my father, and I could never be hard on him."
"I don't think he is worthy43 of your regrets," I said, for really Mr. Walter Monk's behavior sickened me, "but, as he has departed, there is no use your going up to see him to-morrow about the eye."
"Especially as the eye is now destroyed," said Gertrude, taking up the paper, "and the cipher is set down here. What do you make of it, Cyrus?"
I put Striver's letter into my pocket--there was no more writing after the information of Mr. Monk's departure for America--and bent44 over the paper. "It's a bird in the middle of a lot of dust," I said.
"Dust." Gertrude pointed22 out two of the specks45. "Then dust has wings."
"Oh, then it's a bird midst a cloud of insects."
"And these odd signs?"
"An 'A' reversed, and an 'S' turned in the wrong direction."
Gertrude thought for a moment: then her face brightened. "Cyrus, what kind of a bird is this?" and she pointed.
"It might be a peacock," I said ironically. "Mr. Striver has not much notion of drawing."
"Do you think it is an eagle?" she asked in an excited tone.
"Good heavens, no!" I retorted. "Did you ever see an eagle like that?"
"Joseph is not an artist." said Gertrude impatiently.
"He certainly is not clever."
"Neither are you, Cyrus, for all your talent. Oh, to think that the secret hiding-place should be in this very house."
"What?" I stared alternately at Gertrude and at the paper.
"Can't you see? Don't you understand," she cried, greatly excited, "an eagle amidst a cloud of flies--Aquila non capit muscas."
I stared at her. "I have heard that sentence before."
"And you have seen the drawing better executed in carving46. Cyrus, what is the first letter of the motto?"
"'A'--for Aquila--eagle. Yes?"
"And the last letter?"
"'S,' the terminal for muscas for flies. Well?" She caught me by the hand. "Come into the smoking-room and light the lamps."
"Oh, by Jove!" I saw her meaning now. She referred to the heavy beam across the smoking-room to which Mr. Monk had drawn47 my attention. We ran, hand in hand, like children, into the dark room. Gertrude struck a match and I, taking the box from her hand--and a shaking hand it was--struck another. In a few moments the powerful oil lamps were illuminating48 the room brilliantly. We both looked at the beam.
"An eagle catching49 flies," cried Gertrude, pointing--" Aquila non capit muscas. My ancestors' queer old motto. The diamonds are there."
"Hidden in the beam?"
"Of course. Come and get a ladder from the outhouse. No; that won't do, as Eliza is so filled with curiosity. I don't want her to suspect anything. What are we to do?"
"I can place this chair on the table, and as I am tall I can easily reach up to the beam," I said, suiting my actions to my words. "Close the door, Gertrude, so that Eliza can't come spying."
Gertrude, who was all excitement, promptly50 locked the door. "But how are you to get the beam open? Shall I get an axe51?"
"Nonsense," I said, consulting the paper of Striver; "this is the hiding-place right enough. The beam must open in some way, but how?"
"What about the reversed letters?" questioned Gertrude, "they are not reversed on the beam."
"No; but they are on the paper. I know, Gertrude, these letters on the beam are raised so as to give one a grip. Get a candle, will you, or hand up a lamp."
So as to lose no time she stretched with the lamp. I held it close to the raised carving of the beam, and particularly examined the first and last letters, "A" and "S." Circular lines appeared faintly round these, which were not visible round the other letters. I handed the lamp back.
"What are you going to do?" asked Gertrude, replacing the lamp on its stand.
"Twist these first and last letters into the position indicated by the cipher. Then we shall see what will happen."
I put forth52 my strength to the "A," and found that with an effort it twisted with considerable ease. "Hurrah53!" I cried, "this is the secret."
The final "S" was more difficult to move, but at last I contrived54 to get it twisted completely round. Gertrude's bright face looked up anxiously. "Stand away; stand away," I cried hastily.
It was just as well that I had warned her, for suddenly the whole broad board containing the motto clattered55 to the floor before I could save it.
"The diamonds! the diamonds!" cried Gertrude excitedly.
A cavity was revealed, and I passed my hand along. It was empty. "Gertrude, the diamonds are gone!" I cried in dismay, and our spirits fell to zero.
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