"To all stations. Stop Ambulance Motor No. LKO 9943. Arrest and detain driver and any person found therein. Warn all garages and report.--COMMISSIONER."
This order flashed from station to station throughout the night, and before the dawn, nine thousand policemen were on the look-out for the motor ambulance.
"There's a chance, of course," said Stafford, "but it is a poor chance."
He was looking white and heavy-eyed.
"I don't know, sir," said Southwick, his subordinate. "There's always a chance that a crook1 will do the obviously wrong thing. I suppose you've no theory as to where they have gone?"
"Not out of town--of that I'm certain," said King, "that is why the quest is so hopeless. Why, they'll have got to their destination hours before the message went out!"
They were standing2 in the girl's bedroom, which still reeked3 with chloroform, and all the clues were piled together on the table. There were not many. There was a pad of cotton-wool, a half-empty bottle of chloroform, bearing the label of a well-known wholesaler4, and one of a pair of old wash-leather gloves, which had evidently been worn by somebody in his desire to avoid leaving finger-prints.
"We've not much to go on there," said Stafford disconsolately5; "the chloroform may have been sold years ago. Any chemist would have supplied the cotton-wool, and as for the glove"--he picked it up and looked at it carefully, then he carried it to the light.
Old as it was, it was of good shape and quality, and when new had probably been supplied to order by a first-class glove-maker.
"There's nothing here," said Stafford again, and threw the glove back on the table.
A policeman came into the room and saluted6.
"I've cycled over from the Yard, sir. We have had a message asking you to go at once to Sir Stanley Belcom's private house."
"How did Sir Stanley know about this affair?" asked Stafford listlessly.
"He telephoned through, sir, about five o'clock this morning. He often makes an early inquiry7."
Stafford looked round. There was nothing more that he could do. He passed down the stairs into the street and jumped on to the motor-cycle which had brought him to the scene.
Sir Stanley Belcom lived in Cavendish Place, and Stafford had been a frequent visitor to the house. Sir Stanley was a childless widower8, who was wont9 to complain that he kept up his huge establishment in order to justify10 the employment of his huge staff of servants. Stafford suspected him of being something of a sybarite. His dinners were famous, his cellar was one of the best in London and because of his acquaintances and friendships in the artistic11 sets, he was something of a dabbler12 in the arts he patronised.
The door was opened and an uncomfortable-looking butler was waiting on the step to receive Stafford.
"You'll find Sir Stanley in the library, sir," he said.
Despite his sorrow, Stafford could not help smiling at this attempt on the part of an English servant to offer the conventional greeting in spite of the hour.
"I'm afraid we've got you up early, Perkins," he said.
"Not at all, sir."
The man's stout13 face creased14 in a smile.
"Sir Stanley's a rare gentleman for getting up in the middle of the night and ordering a meal."
Stafford found his grey-haired chief, arrayed in a flowered silk dressing-gown, balancing bread on an electric toaster.
"Bad news, eh, Stafford?" he said. "Sit down and have some coffee. The girl is gone?"
Stafford nodded.
"And our unfortunate detective-constable, who was sent to watch, is half-way to the mortuary, I presume?"
"Not so bad as that, sir," said Stafford, "but he's got a pretty bad crack. He's recovered consciousness but remembers nothing that happened."
Sir Stanley nodded.
"Very scientifically done," he said admiringly. "This, of course, is the work of the Boundary Gang."
"I wish----" began Stafford between his teeth.
"Save your breath, my friend," smiled Sir Stanley; "wishing will do nothing. You could arrest every known member of the gang, and they'd have twenty alibis15 ready, and jolly good alibis too. It is years since the colonel staged an outrage16 of this kind and his right hand has not lost its cunning. Look at the organisation17 of it! The men get into the house without attracting the attention of your watcher. Then, at the exact second that the ambulance is due, along comes their 'cosher,' knocks down the policeman on duty. I don't suppose the thing took more than ten minutes. Everything was timed. They must have known the hour the policeman on the beat passed along the street."
Sir Stanley poured out the coffee with his own hands, and relapsed back into his armchair.
"Why do you think they did it?"
"They were afraid of her, sir," said Stafford.
Sir Stanley laughed softly.
"I can't imagine Boundary being afraid of a girl."
"She was Solly White's daughter," said Stafford.
"Even then I can't understand it," replied the chief, "unless--by jove! Of course."
He hit his knee a smack18 and Stafford waited.
"Probably they've got some other game on, but I'll tell you one of the ideas of taking that girl--it is to bring back Solomon White. He disappeared, didn't he?"
Stafford nodded.
"That's the game--to bring back Solomon White. And whatever the danger to himself, he'll be in London to-morrow as soon as this news is known."
Sir Stanley sat thinking, with his chin in his hand, his forehead wrinkled.
"There's some other reason, too. Now, what is it?"
Stafford guessed, but did not say.
"That girl will take some recovering before harm comes to her," said Sir Stanley softly, "your only hope is that friend Jack19 comes to your rescue."
Sir Stanley nodded and the other smiled sadly.
"That's unlikely," he said; "indeed, it is impossible. I think I might as well tell you my own theory as to why she was taken and why Boundary took so much trouble to capture her."
"What is your theory?" asked Sir Stanley curiously21.
"My theory, sir, is that she is Jack o' Judgment," said Stafford King.
"She--Jack o' Judgment?"
Sir Stanley was on his feet staring at him.
"Impossible! It is a man----"
"You seem to forget, sir," said Stafford, "that Miss White is a wonderful mimic22."
"But why?"
"She wants to clear her father. She told me that only a week ago. And then I've been making inquiries23 on my own. I found that she was seen coming out of the Albemarle mansion24, the night that Jack made his last visit to Boundary's flat."
Sir Stanley rose.
"Wait," he said and left the room.
Presently he came back with something in his hand.
"If Miss White is Jack o' Judgment, and if she were captured to-night, how do you account for this? it was under my pillow when I woke up."
He laid on the table the familiar Jack of Clubs.
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wholesaler
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inquiry
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widower
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