Crewe engaged a room in Whitethorn Gardens in order to watch Mrs. Penfield’s movements, and took up his post of observation immediately. As he did not want Mrs. Penfield to know he was watching her house, he had chosen an attic1 bedroom on the opposite side and some distance higher up the steep street—an elevated vantage point, which not only commanded a view of all the houses in the street but of a great portion of Staveley and the surrounding country-side as well. From this eyrie the detective could see the front, the downs, and the distant cliff road to Ashlingsea; but the residence of Brett’s landlady2 engrossed3 his attention.
There was very little sign of life in the street. One or two old ladies walked primly4 in the front gardens before dusk, but went inside as soon as the evening sea-mist began to rise. Sedate5 maidservants lit the gas and lowered blinds, and the street was left to darkness till a lamplighter came and lit a street-lamp which stood near No. 41. Crewe observed that the front rooms of No. 41 remained black and unlighted: apparently6 Mrs. Penfield lived in the back of the house and took her meals there.
As darkness was falling, Mrs. Penfield’s elderly servant came from the back of the house, carrying a large basket. She went out of the front gate, turned up the street, and disappeared round the corner. About half an hour later Crewe heard the front gate click, and saw Mrs. Penfield appear. Her face was plainly visible by the street light as she glanced anxiously up and down the street several times, as though she feared she was watched. Then she turned down the street and walked quickly away.
Crewe ran downstairs, let himself noiselessly out of the front door and followed quickly in her wake. As he neared the bottom of the street, he saw her a little distance in front of him. When she reached the end of Whitethorn Gardens she turned to the right along the sea front.
The night was mild, and a few drops of rain were falling. The front seemed deserted7, and was shrouded8 in a mist which reduced the lamplights to a yellow glimmer9. It was an easy matter for Crewe to follow closely behind the woman, conscious that the mist would shield him from observation if she turned.
Mrs. Penfield walked rapidly along the front till she came to High Street. Half-way along the front the mist seemed suddenly to grow thicker and Crewe crept closer in order to keep her in view. She walked swiftly with her head down, looking neither to the right nor the left. She passed under the faint light of a street lamp, and as Crewe came up behind he saw a uniformed figure in front of him. It was Police Constable10 Heather who had come over from Ashlingsea on official business. Heather was so pleased at this unexpected meeting with the great London detective that he called out in a loud voice:
“Good night, Mr. Crewe.”
Crewe answered softly and passed on. He could only hope that Mrs. Penfield was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she had not heard Constable Heather’s stentorian11 utterance12 of his name. Suddenly he heard her footsteps cease and he, too, came to a stop. Then he saw her confronting him.
“Why are you following me, Mr. Crewe?” she asked in quick excited tones. “It was you who telephoned to me to come up and see Inspector13 Murchison. I should have known it was a hoax14. You wanted to get me out of the house.”
“If I wanted to get you out of the house, Mrs. Penfield, why should I follow you?” asked Crewe.
“But you were following me,” she persisted.
“It is not the sort of night I would choose for such work,” he replied.
“By whom?” asked Crewe, who was puzzled at this example of feminine reasoning.
“I shall go back and see,” she said. “I will ring up Inspector Murchison from there and find out if he sent a message to me to go up to the police station.”
Crewe was keenly interested in knowing if she had been hoaxed, and by whom. Therefore he offered to accompany her home, as it was not a nice night for a lady to be in the street unattended.
When they reached 41 Whitethorn Gardens, she opened the gate, and walked up to the house rapidly. At the porch she stopped, touched Crewe lightly on the arm, and pointed16 to the front door. In the dim light a patch of blackness showed; the door was open.
“Come with me,” she whispered, “and we will take him by surprise. Don’t strike a match; give me your hand.”
She walked noiselessly along the dark hall, and turning into a passage some distance down it led the way through an open doorway17 into a room—a small and stuffy18 storeroom, Crewe imagined it to be, as the air was suggestive of cheese and preserves.
“Go, Arnold, the police are here! Go at once!”
The words rang shrilly19 through the house. Crewe realized that he had been tricked by the woman and he sprang forward to the door. But the click of a lock told him he was too late. He struck a match and its light revealed to him Mrs. Penfield standing20 with her back against the door she had closed.
“There is a candle on the shelf behind you,” she said composedly.
Crewe’s glance followed the turn of her head; he lit the candle with his expiring match. The candle flickered21, then burnt brightly, and the detective saw that he was in a small storeroom with shelves lining22 the walls. He turned again to Mrs. Penfield who was watching him closely.
“Why did you alarm him?” he asked. “You think it was Brett?”
Although his tone was one of curiosity rather than anger, the woman threw her arms out at full length as though she feared he would attempt to drag her away from the door.
“Do not be afraid,” said Crewe. “You have nothing to fear from me. And, as for him, it is too late to pursue him.”
“I must give him ample time to make his escape,” she said. “You will go and tell the police he was here.”
“What makes you think it was Brett?” asked Crewe. “If he came back this way—if he hoaxed you with a telephone message in order to get you out of the house—he has shown a lamentable23 want of trust in you.”
“He knows he can trust me,” she said confidently. “He can never doubt it after to-night.”
“I cannot conceive why he should take the great risk of coming back,” he said meditatively24.
“That means you would like to go up to his rooms and find out what he came for. But I forbid you. If you attempt to go upstairs, I will rouse the neighbourhood with the cry that there are burglars in the house.”
“I think you have more reason to be afraid of the police than I,” said Crewe. “However, I am in your hands. As far as I am concerned, you can have full credit for having saved him to-night.”
She showed her faith in this assurance by unlocking the door. Taking the candle from the shelf, she led the way along the passage and the hall again. She opened the front door, and held the candle higher to light him out. She stood in the open doorway till Crewe reached the garden gate.
He walked back along the front. The mist was still rising from the sea in great white billows, which rolled across the beach and shrouded everything in an impenetrable veil. It penetrated25 unpleasantly into the eyes and throat, and Crewe was glad when he turned off the deserted parade and reached Sir George Granville’s house.
The servant who admitted him told him the family were in the drawing-room, and thither27 he directed his steps. Lady Granville was seated at the piano, playing softly. Marsland in an easy chair was listlessly turning over the pages of a bound volume of Punch. Sir George was in another easy chair a little distance away, nodding in placid28 slumber29 with his handsome white beard on his breast, and an extinguished cigar between his fingers.
Lady Granville smiled at Crewe as he entered, and stopped playing. The cessation of the music awakened30 Sir George, and when he saw Crewe his eyes wandered towards the chess-table.
“Do you feel inclined for a game of chess?” he exclaimed in his loud voice. “I want my revenge, you know.”
“I’ll be pleased to give it to you,” responded Crewe.
“A very unpleasant night outside,” said Marsland.
“The mist seems to be thicker up this end of the front,” replied Crewe. “Have you been out in it?”
“I came in about five minutes ago. I went for a walk.”
Lady Granville took a book and seated herself not far from the chess-table. Marsland came and stood near the players, watching the game. He soon got tired of it, however, and went back to Punch. Sir George was a slow player at all times, and his anxiety when pitted against a renowned31 player like Crewe made him slower than usual. He studied each move of Crewe’s in all its bearings before replying, scrutinizing32 the board with set face, endeavouring to penetrate26 his opponent’s intentions, and imagining subtle traps where none existed. Meanwhile, his fingers hovered33 nervously34 above the pieces with the irresoluteness35 of a chess-player weighed down by the heavy responsibility of his next move, and, finally, when the plunge36 had been taken Sir George sat back, stroking his long white beard doubtfully, and fixed37 his eyes on Crewe, as though mutely asking his opinion of the move. “Game” seemed an inappropriate word to apply to chess as played by Sir George Granville.
It was during one of these strategical pauses, after the game had been in progress for nearly an hour, that Crewe heard a frightened exclamation38 from Lady Granville. He looked up and saw Marsland standing near the fire-place with his hand over his heart, swaying as though about to fall. Crewe sprang forward and supported him to an easy chair.
“A little brandy,” said Crewe quietly.
Sir George hurriedly brought a decanter of brandy and a glass, and Crewe poured a little down Marsland’s throat. The colour came slowly back to the young man’s cheeks, and he smiled feebly at the three faces looking down at him.
“I’m afraid I’ve been giving you a lot of trouble,” he said, with an obvious effort to collect himself.
“I’ll ring up for Dr. Harrison,” Sir George spoke39 in a loud voice, as though to reassure40 himself.
“There is not the slightest need to send for Harrison,” said Marsland. “I’m quite right again. I must expect these attacks occasionally for some time to come. They’re nothing—just weakness. All I need is a good night’s rest, and if you’ll excuse me I’ll retire now.” He got up and walked resolutely41 out of the room with square shoulders, as though to demonstrate to those watching him that no trace of his weakness remained.
“Do you think it is safe to leave him alone?” said Sir George turning to Crewe, as the door closed on his nephew’s retreating figure. “I feel very anxious about him. Anything might happen to him during the night.”
“A good night’s rest will do him more good than anything else. He has been under a rather severe nervous strain during the last few days. We will go to his room in a few minutes to see how he is.”
They settled down to their game again and Lady Granville moved up her chair near the chess-table for the sake of their company and pretended to take an interest in the game. Only a few moves had been made when there was a loud report of an explosion. Lady Granville jumped up from her chair and screamed and then fell back into the chair in a faint.
“Look to her,” said Crewe to his host, “while I go and see what’s the matter.”
As he ran along the hall to the staircase he met two of the maids, who with white faces and hands clasped in front of them seemed too frightened to move.
“Where was it?” asked Crewe. “Upstairs?”
“Yes, sir, upstairs,” said one of them.
Crewe ran straight for Marsland’s room, expecting to find there some evidence of a tragedy. As he burst into the room he saw to his great relief that Marsland was there, leaning out of the window.
“What is it?” asked Crewe. “Did you fire a revolver?”
Marsland, who was wearing a dressing-gown, came from the window. In his right hand he was holding a big revolver.
“I missed him,” he said.
“Missed whom?”
“A burglar.”
“It is very early in the night for a burglar to be out.”
“He took advantage of the mist. He must have thought that there was no one in the room. I had turned out the light and was resting on the bed. I was half asleep, but he knocked a brush off the dressing-table as he was getting through the window and that woke me up. I caught a good glimpse of him and I fired. He dropped at once, and I thought I had hit him, but when I looked out of the window I saw him disappear in the mist. What an awful pity I didn’t get him.”
“How did you happen to be lying down with a revolver beside you?” asked Crewe.
“I often take it to bed with me. That is the result of the life at the front. And to-night I had a kind of presentiment43 that I should need it.”
It occurred to Crewe that the young man had been subject to hallucinations during his illness. This habit of sleeping with a revolver under his pillow seemed to indicate that his cure was still far from complete. Was the burglar a phantom44 of a sick mind?
He went over to the window for the purpose of looking out but his attention was arrested by a stain on the outside sill.
“You did not miss him altogether,” he said to Marsland. “Look here.”
Marsland touched the stain and held a blood-stained finger up to the light for his own inspection45.
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hoax
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doorway
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