Even had Wilfrid Mercer had a stronger head and a steadier nerve, he might still have been pardoned for a feeling of dread1 at that moment. He had been on the rack nearly an hour and was, besides, more worn out than he was aware. As the first faint glow of the dawn filled the eastern sky it was impossible to piece together the tangled2 puzzle. In the first place it was idle to imagine what had happened to Uzali, and who was responsible for the murderous attack upon him. And it seemed purposeless now to conjecture3 why he had been in such a hurry to get away without at least trying to explain the drift of events to Mercer.
He wondered if those strange kinsmen4 of Uzali's had had anything to do with it, but so far as they were concerned the victim had been so confident, so absolutely sure of them, that this theory appeared unlikely. There was nothing for it but to turn his attention to Samuel Flower's house and attempt to discover what had been going on there. Anything was better than standing5 still in the chilly6 dawn trying to solve a problem which was seemingly beyond human skill.
He must be up and doing. Mechanically he grabbed for the cigarette case and placed it in his pocket; then he crossed the grass and made his way over the railings of the square close to Samuel Flower's residence. The house was in pitch darkness. There was no sign of any trouble within. Wilfrid's first impulse had been to alarm the inhabitants and let them know what he had seen, but in cooler blood he dismissed this notion.
He stood in the uncertain shadow of the trees making up his mind what to do and letting precious moments slip, though, for all he knew, some terrible catastrophe7 might have taken place under his very nose. As he watched, doubting and hesitating, a figure crept along the other side of the square and entered Flower's house. The handle of the door was turned boldly and resolutely8. It closed as firmly, but Wilfrid's ear caught not the slightest sound. Then he noticed that the light in the hall sprang up, followed by another light in one of the bedrooms at the top of the house.
"They are clever as they are daring," Wilfrid murmured. "Anybody passing would think the servants were up and about. I wonder what time it is."
At that moment an obliging clock struck the hour of five.
"Too early for town servants," Wilfrid muttered. "I have a good mind to try my own luck."
Wilfrid was by no means a timid man. He had gone through too many privations and dangers for that. With determined10 step, therefore, he crossed the road and laid his hand on the latch11. He was not surprised to find that the catch was not down and that the door yielded to his pressure. A moment later and he was in the hall.
All the lights had been turned up. The place was flooded with a soft tender glow; pictures and flowers and statuary stood out and delighted the eye and pleased the senses. So far, whoever the intruders were, they had made hardly any attempt to disguise their presence. There was a festive12 air about the house, too, for the atmosphere was heavy with the smell of cigar smoke and the half-opened dining-room door showed that a snug13 supper party had recently met. It must have been within a few hours, for the dregs of the champagne14 still sparkled in the glasses. Wilfrid pressed on curious. He buttoned his overcoat about his throat in case of a surprise, and caught up an old-fashioned life-preserver from the hall table and slipped it into his pocket.
Yet nothing broke the silence; nothing indicated anything out of the common. No doubt, he surmised15, there must be scores of similar scenes in the west end of London to-night, where people had come home and partaken of a hasty supper after the servants had gone to bed and then retired16 themselves, carelessly leaving the lights burning.
But in this particular case Wilfrid knew the lights had not been left burning. He had seen that sudden, mysterious gleam in the upper windows and the quick flash of the electrics as the whole turned to a sea of light. It was his plain duty to investigate the premises17 from top to bottom.
Wilfrid chose the basement, but nothing rewarded his search. All the rooms there were empty, as they were on the dining-room floor. Nor were there any strange coats or hats in the vestibule, excepting Flower's big fur wrap and soft hat, and some cloudy-looking material which Beatrice doubtless had discarded when she came in. He must look further afield and see what the next landing might reveal.
It was dangerous and difficult, but Wilfrid resolved to go through with it. He found the switches of the drawing-room lights and just turned them on long enough to enable him to see that the room was empty. He dared not try any strong illumination, for fear of arousing the suspicions of the police, who would know a great deal more about the servants' habits than he could. There appeared to be a large bedroom behind the drawing-room, looking out on the back of the house, and this Wilfrid tried cautiously. He felt sure some one was there because a long slit18 of light showed from under the door. The door was locked on the inside and no sound proceeded from the room save a gentle purring noise such as machinery19 will make when heard a long way off. Wilfrid likened it to the singing of a kettle rather than anything else. As he bent20 down and listened more intently he seemed to hear the murmur9 of voices and occasionally a suppressed groan21 as if from some one in pain, who was being quieted by the application of a powerful drug. A minute or two later Wilfrid knew that he was not mistaken, for from behind the locked door came a sound which was unmistakably a smothered22 laugh.
It was no business of his, of course, and he hesitated before he went farther. He might have paused until it was too late, had not his quickened hearing caught a sound overhead as if somebody had left the room on the next landing and was coming leisurely23 downstairs. Wilfrid crept back into the deep shadow of the drawing-room door and waited. It was somewhat difficult to see, for he had only the gleams of the light coming from the hall to guide him. Presently, as his eyes became more accustomed to the gloom, he saw that he was not mistaken. A man drew near with step noiseless and agile24 as a cat's. A peculiar25 perfume preceded him, a perfume which Wilfrid had not the least trouble in recognizing. It was the same strange scent26 he had smelt27 during the eventful night he had spent at Maldon Grange. He saw the stranger try the door of the bedroom; then suddenly all his restraint deserted28 him. His right hand shot out and he caught the little man by the throat.
"Get them to open that door," he said hoarsely29. "Get them to open it at once or I'll choke the life out of you. Do you hear?"
Whether the man heeded30 or not he gave no sign. Wilfrid's grip was as tenacious31 as that of a bulldog, all his fighting instincts aroused. He felt the exhilarating sense of superior power. For the moment the man was as clay in his hands.
But only for a moment. Then in some strange way the little man managed to jerk himself free and two arms of wire and whipcord were around Wilfrid's throat till he was fain to bend and give under the pressure lest his neck should break. In all his adventures he had never encountered such a force as this. Try as he would he could not shake those arms off. He felt himself gradually being borne backwards32 until his head touched the ground and one of those relentless33 grips was relaxed for an infinitesimal space of time. The struggle was none the less tenacious and deadly because it was being fought out almost entirely34 in the dark, and Wilfrid temporarily lost his self-possession. Then he knew that if he could not fling the man off him his end was near. With a desperate effort he struggled to his knees and grasping his antagonist35 by the waist literally36 threw himself down the stairs.
Over and over they rolled, first one above and then the other, but making little or no noise as they slid down the velvet37 pile of carpet. No sound came from either and the ferocious38 struggle went on till they landed at length in the hall and Wilfrid was conscious of the cold marble under his head.
The time for the final struggle had arrived. Driving his knee upwards39 Wilfrid caught his antagonist fairly in the chest with a force that made him groan again, and as he felt the tense, rigid40 limbs relax, he knew that now or never was the time to save his life. A mist swam before his eyes; he turned faint and unconscious for a second or two; then when he looked about him again he saw that his assailant was gone and that some one was bending over him with tender solicitude41.
"Beatrice," he murmured. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Hush," the girl whispered, "not a word. Thank goodness I have managed to get here in time to save your life."
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catastrophe
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festive
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snug
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machinery
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groan
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deserted
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heeded
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relentless
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antagonist
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