S ir Ronald Graves drew a cat upon his blotting1 pad. He looked at the large portly figure of Chief-Inspector Davysitting opposite him and drew a bulldog.
“Ladislaus Malinowski?” he said. “Could be. Got any evidence?”
“No. He’d fit the bill, would he?”
“A daredevil. No nerves. Won the World Championship. Bad crash about a year ago. Bad reputation with women.
Sources of income doubtful. Spends money here and abroad freely. Always going to and fro to the Continent. Haveyou got some idea that he’s the man behind these organized robberies and holdups?”
“I don’t think he’s the planner. But I think he’s in with them.”
“Why?”
“For one thing, he runs a Mercedes-Otto car. Racing2 model. A car answering to that description was seen nearBedhampton on the morning of the mail robbery. Different number plates—but we’re used to that. And it’s the samestunt—unlike, but not too unlike. FAN 2299 instead of 2266. There aren’t so many Mercedes-Otto models of that typeabout. Lady Sedgwick has one and young Lord Merrivale.”
“You don’t think Malinowski runs the show?”
“No—I think there are better brains than his at the top. But he’s in it. I’ve looked back over the files. Take theholdup at the Midland and West London. Three vans happened — just happened — to block a certain street. AMercedes-Otto that was on the scene got clear away owing to that block.”
“It was stopped later.”
“Yes. And given a clean bill of health. Especially as the people who’d reported it weren’t sure of the correctnumber. It was reported as FAM 3366—Malinowski’s registration3 number is FAN 2266—It’s all the same picture.”
“And you persist in tying it up with Bertram’s Hotel. They dug up some stuff about Bertram’s for you—”
Father tapped his pocket.
“Got it here. Properly registered company. Balance—paid up capital—directors—etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Doesn’t mean a thing! These financial shows are all the same—just a lot of snakes swallowing each other! Companies,and holding companies—makes your brain reel!”
“Come now, Father. That’s just a way they have in the City. Has to do with taxation—”
“What I want is the real dope. If you’ll give me a chit, sir, I’d like to go and see some top brass4.”
The AC stared at him.
“And what exactly do you mean by top brass?”
Father mentioned a name.
The AC looked upset. “I don’t know about that. I hardly think we dare approach him.”
“It might be very helpful.”
There was a pause. The two men looked at each other. Father looked bovine5, placid6, and patient. The AC gave in.
“You’re a stubborn old devil, Fred,” he said. “Have it your own way. Go and worry the top brains behind theinternational financiers of Europe.”
“He’ll know,” said Chief-Inspector Davy. “He’ll know. And if he doesn’t, he can find out by pressing one buzzeron his desk or making one telephone call.”
“I don’t know that he’ll be pleased.”
“Probably not,” said Father, “but it won’t take much of his time. I’ve got to have authority behind me, though.”
“You’re really serious about this place, Bertram’s, aren’t you? But what have you got to go on? It’s well run, has agood respectable clientele—no trouble with the licensing7 laws.”
“I know—I know. No drinks, no drugs, no gambling8, no accommodation for criminals. All pure as the drivensnow. No beatniks, no thugs, no juvenile9 delinquents10. Just sober Victorian-Edwardian old ladies, county families,visiting travellers from Boston and the more respectable parts of the USA. All the same, a respectable Canon of thechurch is seen to leave it at 3 a.m. in the morning in a somewhat surreptitious manner—”
“Who saw that?”
“An old lady.”
“How did she manage to see him. Why wasn’t she in bed and asleep?”
“Old ladies are like that, sir.”
“You’re not talking of—what’s his name—Canon Pennyfather?”
“That’s right, sir. His disappearance11 was reported and Campbell has been looking into it.”
“Funny coincidence—his name’s just come up in connection with the mail robbery at Bedhampton.”
“Indeed? In what way, sir?”
“Another old lady—or middle-aged12 anyway. When the train was stopped by that signal that had been tamperedwith, a good many people woke up and looked out into the corridor. This woman, who lives in Chadminster andknows Canon Pennyfather by sight, says she saw him entering the train by one of the doors. She thought he’d got outto see what was wrong and was getting in again. We were going to follow it up because of his disappearance beingreported—”
“Let’s see—the train was stopped at 5.30 a.m. Canon Pennyfather left Bertram’s Hotel not long after 3 a.m. Yes, itcould be done. If he were driven there—say—in a racing car….”
“So we’re back again to Ladislaus Malinowski!”
The AC looked at his blotting pad doodles. “What a bulldog you are, Fred,” he said.
Half an hour later Chief-Inspector Davy was entering a quiet and rather shabby office.
The large man behind the desk rose and put forward a hand.
“Chief-Inspector Davy? Do sit down,” he said. “Do you care for a cigar?”
Chief-Inspector Davy shook his head.
“I must apologize,” he said, in his deep countryman’s voice, “for wasting your valuable time.”
Mr. Robinson smiled. He was a fat man and very well dressed. He had a yellow face, his eyes were dark and sadlooking and his mouth was large and generous. He frequently smiled to display overlarge teeth. “The better to eat youwith,” thought Chief-Inspector Davy irrelevantly13. His English was perfect and without accent but he was not anEnglishman. Father wondered, as many others had wondered before him, what nationality Mr. Robinson really was.
“Well, what can I do for you?”
“I’d like to know,” said Chief-Inspector Davy, “who owns Bertram’s Hotel.”
The expression on Mr. Robinson’s face did not change. He showed no surprise at hearing the name nor did heshow recognition. He said thoughtfully:
“You want to know who owns Bertram’s Hotel. That, I think, is in Pond Street, off Piccadilly.”
“Quite right, sir.”
“I have occasionally stayed there myself. A quiet place. Well run.”
“Yes,” said Father, “particularly well run.”
“And you want to know who owns it? Surely that is easy to ascertain14?”
There was a faint irony15 behind his smile.
“Through the usual channels, you mean? Oh yes.” Father took a small piece of paper from his pocket and read outthree or four names and addresses.
“I see,” said Mr. Robinson, “someone has taken quite a lot of trouble. Interesting. And you come to me?”
“If anyone knows, you would, sir.”
“Actually I do not know. But it is true that I have ways of obtaining information. One has—” he shrugged16 his verylarge, fat shoulders—“one has contacts.”
“Yes, sir,” said Father with an impassive face.
Mr. Robinson looked at him, then he picked up the telephone on his desk.
“Sonia? Get me Carlos.” He waited a minute or two then spoke17 again. “Carlos?” He spoke rapidly half a dozensentences in a foreign language. It was not a language that Father could even recognize.
Father could converse18 in good British French. He had a smattering of Italian and he could make a guess at plaintravellers’ German. He knew the sounds of Spanish, Russian and Arabic, though he could not understand them. Thislanguage was none of those. At a faint guess he hazarded it might be Turkish or Persian or Armenian, but even of thathe was by no means sure. Mr. Robinson replaced the receiver.
“I do not think,” he said genially19, “that we shall have long to wait. I am interested, you know. Very muchinterested. I have occasionally wondered myself—”
Father looked inquiring.
“About Bertram’s Hotel,” said Mr. Robinson. “Financially, you know. One wonders how it can pay. However, ithas never been any of my business. And one appreciates—” he shrugged his shoulders—“a comfortable hostelry withan unusually talented personnel and staff…Yes, I have wondered.” He looked at Father. “You know how and why?”
“Not yet,” said Father, “but I mean to.”
“There are several possibilities,” said Mr. Robinson, thoughtfully. “It is like music, you know. Only so many notesto the octave, yet one can combine them in—what is it—several million different ways? A musician told me once thatyou do not get the same tune20 twice. Most interesting.”
There was a slight buzz on his desk and he picked up the receiver once more.
“Yes? Yes, you have been very prompt. I am pleased. I see. Oh! Amsterdam yes…Ah…Thank you…Yes. You willspell that? Good.”
He wrote rapidly on a pad at his elbow.
“I hope this will be useful to you,” he said, as he tore off the sheet and passed it across the table to Father, who readthe name out loud. “Wilhelm Hoffman.”
“Nationality Swiss,” said Mr. Robinson. “Though not, I would say, born in Switzerland. Has a good deal ofinfluence in Banking21 circles and though keeping strictly22 on the right side of the law, he has been behind a great many—questionable deals. He operates solely23 on the Continent, not in this country.”
“Oh.”
“But he has a brother,” said Mr. Robinson. “Robert Hoffman. Living in London—a diamond merchant—mostrespectable business—His wife is Dutch—He also has offices in Amsterdam—Your people may know about him. As Isay, he deals mainly in diamonds, but he is a very rich man, and he owns a lot of property, not usually in his ownname. Yes, he is behind quite a lot of enterprises. He and his brother are the real owners of Bertram’s Hotel.”
“Thank you, sir,” Chief-Inspector Davy rose to his feet. “I needn’t tell you that I’m much obliged to you. It’swonderful,” he added, allowing himself to show more enthusiasm than was normal.
“That I should know?” inquired Mr. Robinson, giving one of his larger smiles. “But this is one of my specialities.
Information. I like to know. That is why you came to me, is it not?”
“Well,” said Chief-Inspector Davy, “we do know about you. The Home Office. The Special Branch and all the restof it.” He added almost na?vely, “It took a bit of nerve on my part to approach you.”
Again Mr. Robinson smiled.
“I find you an interesting personality, Chief-Inspector Davy,” he said. “I wish you success in whatever you areundertaking.”
“Thank you, sir. I think I shall need it. By the way, these two brothers, would you say they were violent men?”
“Certainly not,” said Mr. Robinson. “It would be quite against their policy. The brothers Hoffman do not applyviolence in business matters. They have other methods that serve them better. Year by year, I would say, they getsteadily richer, or so my information from Swiss Banking circles tells me.”
“It’s a useful place, Switzerland,” said Chief-Inspector Davy.
“Yes, indeed. What we should all do without it I do not know! So much rectitude. Such a fine business sense! Yes,we businessmen must all be very grateful to Switzerland. I myself,” he added, “have also a high opinion ofAmsterdam.” He looked hard at Davy, then smiled again, and the Chief-Inspector left.
When he got back to headquarters again, he found a note awaiting him.
Canon Pennyfather has turned up—safe if not sound.
Apparently24 was knocked down by a car at Milton St. John and has concussion25.
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