Baffled for the moment, Tommy strolled into the restaurant, and ordereda meal of surpassing excellence2. His four days’ imprisonment3 had taughthim anew to value good food.
He was in the middle of conveying a particularly choice morsel4 of sole àla Jeannette to his mouth, when he caught sight of Julius entering theroom. Tommy waved a menu cheerfully, and succeeded in attracting theother’s attention. At the sight of Tommy, Julius’s eyes seemed as thoughthey would pop out of his head. He strode across, and pump- handledTommy’s hand with what seemed to the latter quite unnecessary vigour5.
“Holy snakes!” he ejaculated. “Is it really you?”
“Of course it is. Why shouldn’t it be?”
“Why shouldn’t it be? Say, man, don’t you know you’ve been given upfor dead? I guess we’d have had a solemn requiem6 for you in another fewdays.”
“Who thought I was dead?” demanded Tommy.
“Tuppence.”
“She remembered the proverb about the good dying young, I suppose.
There must be a certain amount of original sin in me to have survived.
Where is Tuppence, by the way?”
“Isn’t she here?”
“No, the fellows at the office said she’d just gone out.”
“Gone shopping, I guess. I dropped her here in the car about an hourago. But, say, can’t you shed that British calm of yours, and get down to it?
What on God’s earth have you been doing all this time?”
“If you’re feeding here,” replied Tommy, “order now. It’s going to be along story.”
Julius drew up a chair to the opposite side of the table, summoned ahovering waiter, and dictated7 his wishes. Then he turned to Tommy.
“Fire ahead. I guess you’ve had some few adventures.”
“One or two,” replied Tommy modestly, and plunged8 into his recital9.
Julius listened spellbound. Half the dishes that were placed before himhe forgot to eat. At the end he heaved a long sigh.
“Bully for you. Reads like a dime10 novel!”
“And now for the home front,” said Tommy, stretching out his hand fora peach.
“W—ell,” drawled Julius, “I don’t mind admitting we’ve had some ad-ventures too.”
He, in his turn, assumed the r?le of narrator. Beginning with his unsuc-cessful reconnoitring at Bournemouth, he passed on to his return to Lon-don, the buying of the car, the growing anxieties of Tuppence, the callupon Sir James, and the sensational11 occurrences of the previous night.
“But who killed her?” asked Tommy. “I don’t quite understand.”
“The doctor kidded himself she took it herself,” replied Julius dryly.
“And Sir James? What did he think?”
“Being a legal luminary12, he is likewise a human oyster,” replied Julius. “Ishould say he ‘reserved judgment13.’ ” He went on to detail the events of themorning.
“Lost her memory, eh?” said Tommy with interest. “By Jove, that ex-plains why they looked at me so queerly when I spoke14 of questioning her.
Bit of a slip on my part, that! But it wasn’t the sort of thing a fellow wouldbe likely to guess.”
“They didn’t give you any sort of hint as to where Jane was?”
Tommy shook his head regretfully.
“Not a word. I’m a bit of an ass1, as you know. I ought to have got moreout of them somehow.”
“I guess you’re lucky to be here at all. That bluff15 of yours was the goodsall right. How you ever came to think of it all so pat beats me to a frazzle!”
“I was in such a funk I had to think of something,” said Tommy simply.
There was a moment’s pause, and then Tommy reverted16 to Mrs. Vande-meyer’s death.
“There’s no doubt it was chloral?”
“I believe not. At least they call it heart failure induced by an overdose,or some such claptrap. It’s all right. We don’t want to be worried with aninquest. But I guess Tuppence and I and even the highbrow Sir James haveall got the same idea.”
“Mr. Brown?” hazarded Tommy.
“Sure thing.”
Tommy nodded.
“All the same,” he said thoughtfully, “Mr. Brown hasn’t got wings. I don’tsee how he got in and out.”
“How about some high-class thought transference stunt17? Some magneticinfluence that irresistibly18 impelled19 Mrs. Vandemeyer to commit suicide?”
Tommy looked at him with respect.
“Good, Julius. Distinctly good. Especially the phraseology. But it leavesme cold. I yearn20 for a real Mr. Brown of flesh and blood. I think the giftedyoung detectives must get to work, study the entrances and exits, and tapthe bumps on their foreheads until the solution of the mystery dawns onthem. Let’s go round to the scene of the crime. I wish we could get hold ofTuppence. The Ritz would enjoy the spectacle of the glad reunion.”
Inquiry21 at the office revealed the fact that Tuppence had not yet re-turned.
“All the same, I guess I’ll have a look round upstairs,” said Julius. “Shemight be in my sitting room.” He disappeared.
Suddenly a diminutive22 boy spoke at Tommy’s elbow:
“The young lady—she’s gone away by train, I think, sir,” he murmuredshyly.
“What?” Tommy wheeled round upon him.
The small boy became pinker than before.
“The taxi, sir. I heard her tell the driver Charing24 Cross and to looksharp.”
Tommy stared at him, his eyes opening wide in surprise. Emboldened,the small boy proceeded. “So I thought, having asked for an A.B.C. and aBradshaw.”
Tommy interrupted him:
“When did she ask for an A.B.C. and a Bradshaw?”
“When I took her the telegram, sir.”
“A telegram?”
“Yes, sir.”
“When was that?”
“About half past twelve, sir.”
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
The small boy drew a long breath.
“I took up a telegram to No. 891—the lady was there. She opened it andgave a gasp25, and then she said, very jolly like: ‘Bring me up a Bradshaw,and an A.B.C., and look sharp, Henry.’ My name isn’t Henry, but—”
“Never mind your name,” said Tommy impatiently. “Go on.”
“Yes, sir. I brought them, and she told me to wait, and looked up some-thing. And then she looks up at the clock, and ‘Hurry up,’ she says. ‘Tellthem to get me a taxi,’ and she begins a-shoving on of her hat in front ofthe glass, and she was down in two ticks, almost as quick as I was, and Iseed her going down the steps and into the taxi, and I heard her call outwhat I told you.”
The small boy stopped and replenished26 his lungs. Tommy continued tostare at him. At that moment Julius rejoined him. He held an open letter inhis hand.
“I say, Hersheimmer,”—Tommy turned to him—“Tuppence has gone offsleuthing on her own.”
“Shucks!”
“Yes, she has. She went off in a taxi to Charing Cross in the deuce of ahurry after getting a telegram.” His eye fell on the letter in Julius’s hand.
“Oh; she left a note for you. That’s all right. Where’s she off to?”
Almost unconsciously, he held out his hand for the letter, but Julius fol-ded it up and placed it in his pocket. He seemed a trifle embarrassed.
“I guess this is nothing to do with it. It’s about something else—some-thing I asked her that she was to let me know about.”
“Oh!” Tommy looked puzzled, and seemed waiting for more.
“See here,” said Julius suddenly, “I’d better put you wise. I asked MissTuppence to marry me this morning.”
“Oh!” said Tommy mechanically. He felt dazed. Julius’s words weretotally unexpected. For the moment they benumbed his brain.
“I’d like to tell you,” continued Julius, “that before I suggested anythingof the kind to Miss Tuppence, I made it clear that I didn’t want to butt27 in inany way between her and you—”
Tommy roused himself.
“That’s all right,” he said quickly. “Tuppence and I have been pals28 foryears. Nothing more.” He lit a cigarette with a hand that shook ever solittle. “That’s quite all right. Tuppence always said that she was lookingout for—”
He stopped abruptly29, his face crimsoning30, but Julius was in no way dis-composed.
“Oh, I guess it’ll be the dollars that’ll do the trick. Miss Tuppence put mewise to that right away. There’s no humbug31 about her. We ought to geealong together very well.”
Tommy looked at him curiously33 for a minute, as though he were aboutto speak, then changed his mind and said nothing. Tuppence and Julius!
Well, why not? Had she not lamented34 the fact that she knew no rich men?
Had she not openly avowed35 her intention of marrying for money if sheever had the chance? Her meeting with the young American millionairehad given her the chance—and it was unlikely she would be slow to availherself of it. She was out for money. She had always said so. Why blameher because she had been true to her creed36?
Nevertheless, Tommy did blame her. He was filled with a passionateand utterly37 illogical resentment38. It was all very well to say things like that—but a real girl would never marry for money. Tuppence was utterly cold-blooded and selfish, and he would be delighted if he never saw her again!
And it was a rotten world!
Julius’s voice broke in on these meditations39.
“Yes, we ought to gee32 along together very well. I’ve heard that a girl al-ways refuses you once—a sort of convention.”
Tommy caught his arm.
“Refuses? Did you say refuses?”
“Sure thing. Didn’t I tell you that? She just rapped out a ‘no’ without anykind of reason to it. The eternal feminine, the Huns call it, I’ve heard. Butshe’ll come round right enough. Likely enough, I hustled40 her some—”
But Tommy interrupted regardless of decorum.
“What did she say in that note?” he demanded fiercely.
The obliging Julius handed it to him.
“There’s no earthly clue in it as to where she’s gone,” he assuredTommy. “But you might as well see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
The note, in Tuppence’s well-known schoolboy writing, ran as follows:
Dear Julius,
It’s always better to have things in black and white. Idon’t feel I can be bothered to think of marriage untilTommy is found. Let’s leave it till then.
Yours affectionately,
Tuppence.
Tommy handed it back, his eyes shining. His feelings had undergone asharp reaction. He now felt that Tuppence was all that was noble and dis-interested. Had she not refused Julius without hesitation42? True, the notebetokened signs of weakening, but he could excuse that. It read almostlike a bribe43 to Julius to spur him on in his efforts to find Tommy, but hesupposed she had not really meant it that way. Darling Tuppence, therewas not a girl in the world to touch her! When he saw her—His thoughtswere brought up with a sudden jerk.
“As you say,” he remarked, pulling himself together, “there’s not a hinthere as to what she’s up to. Hi—Henry!”
The small boy came obediently. Tommy produced five shillings.
“One thing more. Do you remember what the young lady did with thetelegram?”
Henry gasped44 and spoke.
“She crumpled45 it up into a ball and threw it into the grate, and made asort of noise like ‘Whoop!’ sir.”
“Very graphic46, Henry,” said Tommy. “Here’s your five shillings. Comeon, Julius. We must find that telegram.”
They hurried upstairs. Tuppence had left the key in her door. The roomwas as she had left it. In the fireplace was a crumpled ball of orange andwhite. Tommy disentangled it and smoothed out the telegram.
Come at once, Moat House, Ebury, Yorkshire, great de-velopments—Tommy.
They looked at each other in stupefaction. Julius spoke first:
“You didn’t send it?”
“Of course not. What does it mean?”
“I guess it means the worst,” said Julius quietly. “They’ve got her.”
“What?”
“Sure thing! They signed your name, and she fell into the trap like alamb.”
“My God! What shall we do?”
“Get busy, and go after her! Right now! There’s no time to waste. It’salmighty luck that she didn’t take the wire with her. If she had we’d prob-ably never have traced her. But we’ve got to hustle41. Where’s that Brad-shaw?”
The energy of Julius was infectious. Left to himself, Tommy would prob-ably have sat down to think things out for a good half hour before he de-cided on a plan of action. But with Julius Hersheimmer about, hustlingwas inevitable47.
After a few muttered imprecations he handed the Bradshaw to Tommyas being more conversant48 with its mysteries. Tommy abandoned it in fa-vour of an A.B.C.
“Here we are. Ebury, Yorks. From King’s Cross. Or St. Pancras. (Boymust have made a mistake. It was King’s Cross, not Charing Cross) 12:50,that’s the train she went by; 2:10, that’s gone; 3:20 is the next — and adamned slow train, too.”
“What about the car?”
Tommy shook his head.
“Send it up if you like, but we’d better stick to the train. The great thingis to keep calm.”
Julius groaned49.
“That’s so. But it gets my goat to think of that innocent young girl indanger!”
Tommy nodded abstractedly. He was thinking. In a moment or two, hesaid:
“I say, Julius, what do they want her for, anyway?”
“Eh? I don’t get you?”
“What I mean is that I don’t think it’s their game to do her any harm,”
explained Tommy, puckering50 his brow with the strain of his mental pro-cesses. “She’s a hostage, that’s what she is. She’s in no immediate51 danger,because if we tumble on to anything, she’d be damned useful to them. Aslong as they’ve got her, they’ve got the whip hand of us. See?”
“Sure thing,” said Julius thoughtfully. “That’s so.”
“Besides,” added Tommy, as an afterthought, “I’ve great faith in Tup-pence.”
The journey was wearisome, with many stops, and crowded carriages.
They had to change twice, once at Doncaster, once at a small junction52.
Ebury was a deserted53 station with a solitary54 porter, to whom Tommy ad-dressed himself:
“Can you tell me the way to the Moat House?”
“The Moat House? It’s a tidy step from here. The big house near the sea,you mean?”
Tommy assented55 brazenly56. After listening to the porter’s meticulous57 butperplexing directions, they prepared to leave the station. It was beginningto rain, and they turned up the collars of their coats as they trudgedthrough the slush of the road. Suddenly Tommy halted.
“Wait a moment.” He ran back to the station and tackled the porteranew.
“Look here, do you remember a young lady who arrived by an earliertrain, the 12:10 from London? She’d probably ask you the way to the MoatHouse.”
He described Tuppence as well as he could, but the porter shook hishead. Several people had arrived by the train in question. He could notcall to mind one young lady in particular. But he was quite certain that noone had asked him the way to the Moat House.
Tommy rejoined Julius, and explained. Depression was settling down onhim like a leaden weight. He felt convinced that their quest was going tobe unsuccessful. The enemy had over three hours’ start. Three hours wasmore than enough for Mr. Brown. He would not ignore the possibility ofthe telegram having been found.
The way seemed endless. Once they took the wrong turning and wentnearly half a mile out of their direction. It was past seven o’clock when asmall boy told them that “t’ Moat House” was just past the next corner.
A rusty58 iron gate swinging dismally59 on its hinges! An overgrown drivethick with leaves. There was something about the place that struck a chillto both their hearts. They went up the deserted drive. The leavesdeadened their footsteps. The daylight was almost gone. It was like walk-ing in a world of ghosts. Overhead the branches flapped and creaked witha mournful note. Occasionally a sodden60 leaf drifted silently down, start-ling them with its cold touch on their cheeks.
A turn of the drive brought them in sight of the house. That, too, seemedempty and deserted. The shutters61 were closed, the steps up to the doorovergrown with moss62. Was it indeed to this desolate63 spot that Tuppencehad been decoyed? It seemed hard to believe that a human footstep hadpassed this way for months.
Julius jerked the rusty bell handle. A jangling peal64 rang discordantly,echoing through the emptiness within. No one came. They rang again andagain—but there was no sign of life. Then they walked completely roundthe house. Everywhere silence, and shuttered windows. If they could be-lieve the evidence of their eyes the place was empty.
“Nothing doing,” said Julius.
They retraced65 their steps slowly to the gate.
“There must be a village handy,” continued the young American. “We’dbetter make inquiries66 there. They’ll know something about the place, andwhether there’s been anyone there lately.”
“Yes, that’s not a bad idea.”
Proceeding67 up the road they soon came to a little hamlet. On the out-skirts of it, they met a workman swinging his bag of tools, and Tommystopped him with a question.
“The Moat House? It’s empty. Been empty for years. Mrs. Sweeney’s gotthe key if you want to go over it—next to the post office.”
Tommy thanked him. They soon found the post office, which was also asweet and general fancy shop, and knocked at the door of the cottage nextto it. A clean, wholesome-looking woman opened it. She readily producedthe key of the Moat House.
“Though I doubt if it’s the kind of place to suit you, sir. In a terrible stateof repair. Ceilings leaking and all. ’Twould need a lot of money spent onit.”
“Thanks,” said Tommy cheerily. “I daresay it’ll be a washout, but housesare scarce nowadays.”
“That they are,” declared the woman heartily68. “My daughter and son-in-law have been looking for a decent cottage for I don’t know how long. It’sall the war. Upset things terribly, it has. But excuse me, sir, it’ll be too darkfor you to see much of the house. Hadn’t you better wait until tomorrow?”
“That’s all right. We’ll have a look round this evening, anyway. We’dhave been here before only we lost our way. What’s the best place to stayat for the night round here?”
Mrs. Sweeney looked doubtful.
“There’s the Yorkshire Arms, but it’s not much of a place for gentlemenlike you.”
“Oh, it will do very well. Thanks. By the way, you’ve not had a younglady here asking for this key today?”
The woman shook her head.
“No one’s been over the place for a long time.”
“Thanks very much.”
They retraced their steps to the Moat House. As the front door swungback on its hinges, protesting loudly, Julius struck a match and examinedthe floor carefully. Then he shook his head.
“I’d swear no one’s passed this way. Look at the dust. Thick. Not a signof a footmark.”
They wandered round the deserted house. Everywhere the same tale.
Thick layers of dust apparently69 undisturbed.
“This gets me,” said Julius. “I don’t believe Tuppence was ever in thishouse.”
“She must have been.”
Julius shook his head without replying.
“We’ll go over it again tomorrow,” said Tommy. “Perhaps we’ll see morein the daylight.”
On the morrow they took up the search once more, and were reluctantlyforced to the conclusion that the house had not been invaded for someconsiderable time. They might have left the village altogether but for a for-tunate discovery of Tommy’s. As they were retracing70 their steps to thegate, he gave a sudden cry, and stooping, picked something up fromamong the leaves, and held it out to Julius. It was a small gold brooch.
“That’s Tuppence’s!”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I’ve often seen her wear it.”
Julius drew a deep breath.
“I guess that settles it. She came as far as here, anyway. We’ll make thatpub our headquarters, and raise hell round here until we find her. Some-body must have seen her.”
Forthwith the campaign began. Tommy and Julius worked separatelyand together, but the result was the same. Nobody answering to Tup-pence’s description had been seen in the vicinity. They were baffled—butnot discouraged. Finally they altered their tactics. Tuppence had certainlynot remained long in the neighbourhood of the Moat House. That pointedto her having been overcome and carried away in a car. They renewed in-quiries. Had anyone seen a car standing71 somewhere near the Moat Housethat day? Again they met with no success.
Julius wired to town for his own car, and they scoured72 the neighbour-hood daily with unflagging zeal73. A grey limousine74 on which they had sethigh hopes was traced to Harrogate, and turned out to be the property of ahighly respectable maiden75 lady!
Each day saw them set out on a new quest. Julius was like a hound onthe leash76. He followed up the slenderest clue. Every car that had passedthrough the village on the fateful day was tracked down. He forced hisway into country properties and submitted the owners of the cars tosearching cross-examination. His apologies were as thorough as his meth-ods, and seldom failed in disarming77 the indignation of his victims; but, asday succeeded day, they were no nearer to discovering Tuppence’s where-abouts. So well had the abduction been planned that the girl seemed liter-ally to have vanished into thin air.
And another preoccupation was weighing on Tommy’s mind.
“Do you know how long we’ve been here?” he asked one morning asthey sat facing each other at breakfast. “A week! We’re no nearer to find-ing Tuppence, and next Sunday is the 29th!”
“Shucks!” said Julius thoughtfully. “I’d almost forgotten about the 29th.
I’ve been thinking of nothing but Tuppence.”
“So have I. At least, I hadn’t forgotten about the 29th, but it didn’t seemto matter a damn in comparison to finding Tuppence. But today’s the 23rd,and time’s getting short. If we’re ever going to get hold of her at all, wemust do it before the 29th—her life won’t be worth an hour’s purchase af-terwards. The hostage game will be played out by then. I’m beginning tofeel that we’ve made a big mistake in the way we’ve set about this. We’vewasted time and we’re no forrader.”
“I’m with you there. We’ve been a couple of mutts, who’ve bitten off abigger bit than they can chew. I’m going to quit fooling right away!”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you. I’m going to do what we ought to have done a week ago. I’mgoing right back to London to put the case in the hands of your British po-lice. We fancied ourselves as sleuths. Sleuths! It was a piece of damn-foolfoolishness! I’m through! I’ve had enough of it. Scotland Yard for me!”
“You’re right,” said Tommy slowly. “I wish to God we’d gone there rightaway.”
“Better late than never. We’ve been like a couple of babes playing ‘Herewe go round the Mulberry Bush.’ Now I’m going right along to ScotlandYard to ask them to take me by the hand and show me the way I shouldgo. I guess the professional always scores over the amateur in the end. Areyou coming along with me?”
Tommy shook his head.
“What’s the good? One of us is enough. I might as well stay here andnose round a bit longer. Something might turn up. One never knows.”
“Sure thing. Well, so long. I’ll be back in a couple of shakes with a fewinspectors along. I shall tell them to pick out their brightest and best.”
But the course of events was not to follow the plan Julius had laid down.
Later in the day Tommy received a wire:
Join me Manchester Midland Hotel. Important news—J ULIUS .
At 7:30 that night Tommy alighted from a slow cross-country train. Ju-lius was on the platform.
“Thought you’d come by this train if you weren’t out when my wire ar-rived.”
Tommy grasped him by the arm.
“What is it? Is Tuppence found?”
Julius shook his head.
“No. But I found this waiting in London. Just arrived.”
He handed the telegraph form to the other. Tommy’s eyes opened as heread:
Jane Finn found. Come Manchester Midland Hotel im-mediately—P EEL23 E DGERTON .
Julius took the form back and folded it up.
“Queer,” he said thoughtfully. “I thought that lawyer chap had quit!”
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