The house was a large corner one, with a vast drawing-room, a vast dining-room, and a sitting-room9 for Miss Grison on the ground floor, together with a kitchen of no great size and servants' cubicles10 in the basement. All the rest of the building was given over to bedrooms, so small and so many that they resembled the cells of bees. And the lodgers11 were exactly like bees, for the greater part of them swarmed12 out to their various employments in the early morning and swarmed back again late in the evening. Sometimes they had spare money for amusements, but more often they had not, and seemed to be incessantly13 working like the bees aforesaid to gather honey for other people. Yet as they were generally young and hopeful and healthy, on the whole they contrived to enjoy themselves in a meagre way, their standard of pleasure not being very high. Sometimes the men made love to the women, or the girls flirted14 with the boys, and so long as these philanderings were innocent Miss Grison did not forbid them. But in her hard way, she was rigorously moral, and any boarder, male or female, who overstepped the line was banished16 from this penny Eden. However, the inmates17 of the Establishment--as Miss Grison called it--behaved very well and she rarely had cause for complaint. They were all a trifle afraid of the landlady18 with her hard blue eyes and stiff manners, and she ruled them after the manner of a schoolmistress, making allowance for youthful spirits yet keeping them in strict order. Some objected to these limitations, but the food was so good and the bedrooms so comfortable and the price of both so moderate that they put up with the lesser19 evil to enjoy the greater good.
In her reply to Fuller, bidding him come to dinner on a certain day, Miss Grison mentioned that evening dress was unnecessary, an observation which seemed rather superfluous20 to the young man when he learned the quality of the establishment. He entered the large drawing-room to find the men in their workaday clothes, although the ladies had certainly done their best to smarten themselves for the evening function. Miss Grison, for instance, received him in a worn black silk dress, trimmed sparsely21 with jet and set off with cheap lace. She still looked as though carved out of wood and still stared with an unwinking gaze which somewhat confused the young man. There is nothing so embarrassing to even a tired man or woman of the world as a steady look, and although Alan was conscious of being a perfectly22 proper person he yet winced23 at Miss Grison's hard greeting.
The visitor's good looks and unusually smart clothes--although he simply wore a suit of blue serge--caused quite a sensation. Girls in cheap blouses, cheap skirts and still cheaper jewellery giggled24 and blushed when he was presented to them, and elderly dames25 with careworn26 faces and of antiquated27 garb28, straightened themselves with conscious dignity. There was something pathetic in their assumption of society manners, considering the dire29 poverty to which they were condemned30. The men--they were an ordinary lot as regards looks and brains--were disposed to be hostile as they thought that the female portion of the establishment paid too much attention to the newcomer. But they were civil on the whole and the dull quarter of an hour before the seven o'clock meal was announced by a seedy man-servant--termed grandiloquently31 the butler--passed off fairly well. Fuller was quiet and observant, and chatted mostly to his hostess, although for politeness' sake he had to address a few observations on safe topics to ladies, old and young and middle-aged32.
The dinner was plentiful33 and nourishing, if not particularly dainty, consisting of Scotch34 broth35, Irish stew36, rice pudding with tinned apricots and American cheese. The boarders provided their own liquid refreshments37, as Miss Grison merely supplied water in large glass jugs38. Consequently there were many private bottles on the table, ranging as to their contents from pale ale to whisky: some of the better-off lodgers even indulging in cheap claret. Miss Grison drank water, and her guest, since she offered him nothing better, followed suit.
"I would banish15 alcohol of every description from my table," she whispered, with stern apology, "for it was my dear dead brother's curse. But if I kept a temperance hotel I doubt if the business would pay so well."
"Then it does pay," remarked Fuller with a side-glance at her worn dress.
"Oh, yes," she responded indifferently, "I manage to keep my head above water and to save a trifle against rainy days, and old age. Ah, there is our usual late comer, Mr. Bakche. Now his soup will have to be brought back, which puts the servants out. These Orientals have no idea of time, Mr. Fuller."
Alan politely 'agreed and glanced carelessly at the newcomer, only to give a more earnest look later on, for Mr. Bakche was decidedly out of place amongst that shabby assemblage. He was perfectly arrayed in a well-cut evening dress, with pearl studs and patent leather shoes. Tall and slim, he was yet sinewy39 in his looks and possessed40 an admirable figure, which the close-fitting clothes set off to great advantage. He had clearly-cut features, a dark complexion41, as became an Eastern, and wore a small black mustache, well twisted over very red lips and very white teeth. On the whole he was a handsome fellow and his air was somewhat haughty42 and reserved. As Alan observed, he ate only plain boiled rice, uncooked fruit, and drank water; just as if he were an anchorite. The looks of the man and the abstinence of the man aroused Fuller's curiosity, and he thought that he would like to talk to Mr. Bakche as well as to Miss Grison. Meanwhile he asked for information.
"He is an Indian prince, so he says," replied Miss Grison in a whisper. "I understand that his full name is Mr. Morad-Bakche, which he told me means, in his own language, 'Desire accomplished43.' He is only in England for a few months on some mission connected with the recovery of his family property lost during the Mutiny, and my house was recommended to him by a former boarder who went out to Ceylon."
"He has a striking personality," said Fuller when this information was given, and then asked his hostess about Jotty. "Mr. Latimer told me that you intended to give the boy a chance in life, Miss Grison. It is very good of you to do so."
She shrugged44 her sloping shoulders. "Oh, I don't know," she answered, sinking her metallic45 voice. "I want a page-boy to open and shut the door, so as to save the servants' legs. Jotty does as well as another and since my poor Baldwin took an interest in him, of course I feel that it is my duty, to do what I can. I have had him washed and dressed and fed and have given him the more Christian46 name of Alonzo. The boarders do not know his real name, if indeed it can be called one, and they are not aware that he is the boy who appeared at the inquest."
"They know, I presume, that it was your brother who was murdered?"
"Oh yes, the name appeared in the newspapers, and I had to give evidence at the inquest, so there was no keeping the relationship quiet. But I beg of you, Mr. Fuller, to call Jotty by his new name of Alonzo, as I don't want it generally known that I am helping47 my poor brother's protégé. As the head of the Establishment," Miss Grison drew up her spare form proudly, "I do not like scandal to be connected with my name."
"But, my dear lady, your behavior calls for nothing but praise."
"Human nature is more prone48 to blame than praise," answered the hostess bitterly, and gave the signal to the ladies for departure. "We will leave you to smoke with the other gentlemen, Mr. Fuller, and afterwards you can come and talk to me in the drawing-room. Alonzo you will probably see when he opens the door for your departure," and with a stiff bow she left the room at the head of the shabbily-dressed females, who thus followed the customs of the west end.
For a time Alan was left severely49 alone, and smoked his cigarette in silence, since the men seemed to be too shy to venture on conversation, and had many matters to discuss among themselves. But after a time Mr. Bakche left his seat and moved to a chair at the young man's elbow, offering, as he sat down, his cigarette-case, which was well filled.
"You will find these particularly good," said Mr. Bakche in a deep and mellow50 voice, which accorded well with his grave dignity. "I received them from a friend of mine in Constantinople."
"Thank you," answered the solicitor51 readily, and anxious to respond to this politeness, "you are very kind."
"The kindness is on your part, Mr. Fuller."
"You know my name, Mr. Bakche?"
"And you know mine, I observe. We have made mutual52 inquiries53 about one another, no doubt. Mr. Potter informed me about you; and Miss Grison, I presume, gave information about me."
Bakche laughed in a silent manner. "She places me too high, Mr. Fuller, I assure you," he responded quietly. "I come of a princely family, but I am not of princely rank. You can look upon me as a plain Mahometan gentleman of Tartar descent."
"Of Tartar descent," echoed Fuller, who found his companion interesting.
"Yes. Did Miss Grison tell you my full name?"
"Morad-Bakche! Indeed she did and gave me its meaning."
"'Desire-accomplished,'" said the other, with half a sigh, "although I fear that my desire will never be accomplished. However, that is by the way. I wonder, Mr. Fuller, if you have read the 'History of the Moguls.'"
"I regret to say that I have not."
"Well, it is rather an unusual book for anyone to read unless he is a student. But you will find mentioned therein my ancestor, after whom I am called. He was also Morad-Bakche, the youngest son of Shah Jahan, who was descended55 from Timur the Tartar. My family were rich and famous when the Mogul emperors ruled at Delhi, but everything belonging to us was swept away in the Mutiny, as you English call it."
"I can quite understand that you give it a different name," said Alan sympathetically. "You naturally desired to be free."
"Naturally, but injudiciously, Mr. Fuller. If the British Raj ended, my unhappy country would become the cockpit of contending hosts. We are too divided in India to rule ourselves, and the great powers would interfere57, so that we should only exchange King Stork58 for Queen Log, or the reverse, as I forget the exact details of the fable59. But what I mean is that England is a better ruler of our country than Germany or Russia would be."
"Your sentiments are very liberal, Mr. Bakche."
"I have read history," replied the other. "Believe me, Mr. Fuller, that if people only read history more carefully so many mistakes would not be made in this world. The past life of nations is more or less only what the future will be, making reasonable allowance for development."
Bakche talked on this strain for some time, and displayed a great knowledge of history, and betrayed a shrewd observation of men and manners, so that Alan found the conversation very enjoyable. Later on, his companion became particular after general, and gave a few hints about his family.
"At the time of the Mutiny my grandfather was the Rajah of Kam, which was a little-known state which is in the Madras presidency60. That is, it was."
"Was," repeated Fuller, surprised, "a state cannot vanish out of existence, Mr. Bakche, since it is land and----"
"Oh, the land is still there and the villages and towns. But the name has been changed and my family have been turned out. I am the sole member left alive, Mr. Fuller. But I have no ambition to get back our former royalty61."
"But I understood from Miss Grison that you had come to England on a mission of that sort."
"I see. So you are applying to the Government?"
"No," said Mr. Bakche unexpectedly and somewhat grimly, "my property cannot be recovered by the Government. I have to search for it myself. It is----" Here he checked himself. "But I don't see why I should trouble you with all this dry talk."
"It is most interesting, I assure you," Alan assured him quite truthfully.
"Then we must resume it on another occasion," said Bakche, rising. "I have to keep an appointment. Perhaps I shall see you again here."
"Possibly, but if I do not come again here is my card." Fuller passed along his business address. "I shall be glad to see you at any time."
Bakche glanced at the card ponderingly. "You are a solicitor, I see. It is probable that I may want a solicitor."
"I am at your service."
"You may not be when you know what I want," said the Indian dryly, and with a sudden gleam in his dark eyes. "However I am glad that I have met you, and perhaps I may call and see you. Good-night, sir," and with a grave bow Morad-Bakche took his departure from the room which was now almost empty.
Fuller drew a deep breath as he rose to go to the drawing-room. His late companion being of an unusual kind had interested him not a little, but in spite of his suave63 manners and gentle voice there was something dangerous about him, betrayed for the moment by that sudden gleam of ferocity. Alan felt as though he had been playing with a tiger who had been careful for reasons of its own not to scratch, but would do so when the appointed time came for it to reveal its true nature. He half hoped that Bakche would not come to the Chancery Lane office, and regretted momentarily that he had given his card. But reflection made him laugh at his nervous dread65, since he was well able to look after himself and need have no fear of Bakche or of any man. Besides he wanted to get all the business he could so as to make money and marry Miss Inderwick, therefore it would have been foolish to lose sight of a prospective66 client. Wondering what the precise nature of the man's business could be, Alan sauntered towards the drawing-room, when in the passage he came across a diminutive67 urchin68 with a peaked face, arrayed as a page.
"Oh," said Mr. Fuller, stopping, "so you are Alonzo."
"Yessir," gasped69 the boy in one breath, and looked at the tall gentleman from under light eye-lashes out of light eyes.
"You have another name?"
"Nosir," said the urchin again in a breath and lying glibly70, "never was called anything but Alanzer."
Fuller nodded, seeing that the lad was loyal to Miss Grison, and did not try to wean him from his allegiance. All the same he wished to ask him questions about the dead man, but did not think the present moment a judicious56 one to do so. "Some day you must ask your mistress to let you come and see me at my office," he remarked carelessly, and passed on.
"I shall tell you when the time comes. Do you know Mr. Latimer?"
Jotty nodded with bright inquisitive72 eyes. "Him with the big coat like the bear them Italyains chivy about?"
"Yes. You see that I know something about you, Alonzo. But you are quite right to say what you have said. I don't want you to call and see me unless Miss Grison permits you to."
"Yer a lawr gent?" inquired Jotty, pondering.
"In Chancery Lane." Fuller gave his number. "If you do happen to be passing, Mr. Alonzo, just look in and earn a few shillings."
"I'm game for that anyhow, if it doesn't hurt her." He jerked his head towards the room where Miss Grison was supposed to be.
Fuller turned on him sharply. "Why should anything hurt her?" he inquired.
Jotty did not answer directly. "She's bin73 good t' me, and he wos good--him es died, sir. I don't want no hurt t' come t' her anyhow," and with a flash of his light eyes the boy sprang down the stairs leading to the kitchen, while Alan entered the drawing-room wondering what the observation meant. It seemed impossible that any harm could come to Miss Grison out of any inquiry74 into the death of her brother. Again it struck Fuller that the woman's reason for helping Jotty might not be entirely75 philanthropic.
However he had no time to dwell on this particular point, but looked about for Miss Grison, who was not to be seen. An elderly lady with a simper informed him that the landlady was in her own room, and pointed64 out the direction, so Fuller knocked at the door softly. The sharp voice of Miss Grison invited him to enter, and he found himself in a small apartment crowded with furniture.
"Oh, here you are, Mr. Fuller," said his hostess, rising from a low chair in which she was seated by the fire. "I thought you would find me here. I cannot stay listening to the twaddle they talk in the drawing-room, having much more serious things with which to occupy my thoughts."
"Very natural, after your great loss," replied Alan, accepting the chair she pushed towards him. "I suppose you wonder why I have come to see you."
"No," said Miss Grison in her sharp, blunt way. "You mentioned at Belstone that you would help me, and I am glad to have your assistance."
"I can give it, if you will be frank with me."
"What do you wish to know?" Miss Grison took a fan from the mantelpiece as she spoke76, and used it to screen her sallow cheeks from the fire.
"Have you any idea who murdered your brother?"
"If I had, do you think I should invoke77 your assistance," she asked, evading78 his question dexterously79.
"Two heads are better than one," countered the solicitor.
"True enough, and yet one head may be able to bring the beast who killed Baldwin to the scaffold."
"Then I must apologise for troubling you," said Alan, rising. "As I told you at Belstone my only desire to unravel80 this case is one of curiosity, and if you think that I am meddlesome81 I----"
"No no! no! You are really very good. Sit down and I shall answer what questions you like. After all I should be glad to have the advice of a solicitor for nothing, unless you expect six and eightpence, Mr. Fuller."
"I expect nothing but straight replies to my questions, Miss Grison.
"Go on, then. As to the one you have already asked, I can say nothing at present. I don't know for certain who murdered Baldwin."
"But you have some suspicion?"
Apparently83 she would not put her feeling against Sorley into words, so Alan tried another tack84. "Would you mind telling me your history?"
"And that of Baldwin, I suppose. Why should I?"
"Because I may then learn if there is anything in his life or in your life which would cause his death."
"I fear you will be disappointed, Mr. Fuller," she replied coldly, "for my history and that of Baldwin is uneventful on the whole. We are the children of a doctor who practised at Canterbury, and who made money. Mr. Sorley was a patient of my father's and took a fancy to Baldwin when he came home from Oxford85, where he was being educated. When Baldwin finished his college career and got his degree----"
"Oh," Alan was plainly surprised, "he got his degree, did he?"
"Baldwin was an extremely clever man," cried Miss Grison impetuously, and her hands trembled with emotion. "I don't see why you should ask me such a question in such a manner. He took his degree with great credit, and came home to go in for the law. But Mr. Sorley, who was writing his book on precious stones, offered to make Baldwin his secretary, and the offer was accepted because my father had died and did not leave us so well off as was expected. My brother went to The Monastery86 and I stayed with my mother for some years, until she died. Then I paid a visit to Belstone, and Mrs. Inderwick, who was then alive, asked me to remain as her companion. I was with her for years, until she died, and managed to gather enough money out of my salary to start this boarding-house. Shortly after Marie was born her mother died, and she was left to the grandmother of Henny and Jenny to look after."
"Why not to you?"
"Because I had already left the place," said Miss Grison, flushing, and with sparkling eyes. "Sorley quarrelled with my brother as he quarrelled with everyone, and it ended in Baldwin being dismissed."
"But what reason was given for his dismissal?"
Miss Grison hesitated and looked at the fire. "I suppose I may as well talk candidly87 to you, since so much rests on your knowing the exact truth."
"It will be just as well," said Fuller positively88.
"Well then," she drew a deep breath, "although I loved Baldwin and although he was clever and amiable89, he had a weak character. He learned to smoke opium90 and he took more drink than was good for him. In a moment of madness, and because Mr. Sorley paid him so badly, he forged his employer's name to a small check for five pounds. Mr. Sorley found this out and threatened to prosecute91 him, especially as Baldwin--I don't deny it--made himself objectionable to Mrs. Inderwick. However, Mr. Sorley did not prosecute----"
"Why not? He doesn't seem to me to be a merciful man."
"He's a cruel, hard beast," said Miss Grison fiercely, "and you heard my opinion of him at Belstone. It was no fault of his that Baldwin was not put in jail. I managed to stop that."
"In what way?"
"I sha'n't tell you; there is no need to tell you, Mr. Fuller. It is enough for you to know that I had the power to stop the prosecution92 and did so. I had just started this boarding-house, and I brought Baldwin here. But what with his drink and his smoking opium, he behaved so badly that, dearly as I loved him, I had to find another home for him, or be ruined. I got him a home with a doctor, who looked after him, but Baldwin ran away and went to Rotherhithe, for there he was near the opium dens93. I begged and implored94 him to lead a better life. He always promised, and he always failed to keep his promise. All I could do was to allow him so much a week, which I did, as I stated in my evidence at the inquest. He lived a degraded life at Mother Slaig's house, which is down a slum, and there he met with his death at the hands of----" She stopped short.
"At the hands of the man whom you suspect," finished Alan bluntly.
"It couldn't possibly be a woman."
"I never said that either."
"Then what do you say?"
"Nothing, because I am certain of nothing. You have heard the story you wish to hear, so make what use you can of it."
"I shall do so if you will answer one other question?"
"What is it?" She screened her face.
"Did your brother steal the peacock of jewels from The Monastery?"
The screen dropped. "Marie has been telling you about that."
"She told me the legend of the jewels and the cryptogram96. But of course as she was a child when the peacock was stolen, she could say nothing about the theft. But as Inspector97 Moon learned from Jotty, your brother had the peacock in his possession.
"That is true."
"And he was murdered on account of the peacock?"
"I believe so." She clasped and unclasped her hands feverishly98, not giving him time to ask another question. "Do you know who stole it from Belstone?"
"Your brother, since he had it at Mother Slaig's."
"No. He stole it from me and I stole it from Mr. Sorley."
"Oh, I had good reason to, I assure you. I am not ashamed of my theft. That peacock ruined Baldwin, and that peacock shall ruin----"
"Mr. Sorley," broke in Fuller, keeping his eyes on her face.
"No! no." She flung up her hands. "It will ruin me! me! me!"
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