In his suite1 at Claridge’s, Kramenin reclined on a couch and dictated2 to hissecretary in sibilant Russian.
Presently the telephone at the secretary’s elbow purred, and he took upthe receiver, spoke3 for a minute or two, then turned to his employer.
“Someone below is asking for you.”
“Who is it?”
“He gives the name of Mr. Julius P. Hersheimmer.”
“Hersheimmer,” repeated Kramenin thoughtfully. “I have heard thatname before.”
“His father was one of the steel kings of America,” explained the secret-ary, whose business it was to know everything. “This young man must bea millionaire several times over.”
The other’s eyes narrowed appreciatively.
“You had better go down and see him, Ivan. Find out what he wants.”
The secretary obeyed, closing the door noiselessly behind him. In a fewminutes he returned.
“He declines to state his business—says it is entirely4 private and per-sonal, and that he must see you.”
“A millionaire several times over,” murmured Kramenin. “Bring him up,my dear Ivan.”
The secretary left the room once more, and returned escorting Julius.
“Monsieur Kramenin?” said the latter abruptly5.
The Russian, studying him attentively6 with his pale venomous eyes,bowed.
“Pleased to meet you,” said the American. “I’ve got some very importantbusiness I’d like to talk over with you, if I can see you alone.” He lookedpointedly at the other.
“My secretary, Monsieur Grieber, from whom I have no secrets.”
“That may be so—but I have,” said Julius dryly. “So I’d be obliged ifyou’d tell him to scoot.”
“Ivan,” said the Russian softly, “perhaps you would not mind retiringinto the next room—”
“The next room won’t do,” interrupted Julius. “I know these ducal suites— and I want this one plumb7 empty except for you and me. Send himround to a store to buy a penn’orth of peanuts.”
Though not particularly enjoying the American’s free and easy mannerof speech, Kramenin was devoured8 by curiosity.
“Will your business take long to state?”
“Might be an all night job if you caught on.”
“Very good. Ivan, I shall not require you again this evening. Go to thetheatre—take a night off.”
“Thank you, your excellency.”
The secretary bowed and departed.
Julius stood at the door watching his retreat. Finally, with a satisfiedsigh, he closed it, and came back to his position in the centre of the room.
“Now, Mr. Hersheimmer, perhaps you will be so kind as to come to thepoint?”
“I guess that won’t take a minute,” drawled Julius. Then, with an abruptchange of manner: “Hands up—or I shoot!”
For a moment Kramenin stared blindly into the big automatic, then,with almost comical haste, he flung up his hands above his head. In thatinstant Julius had taken his measure. The man he had to deal with was anabject physical coward—the rest would be easy.
“This is an outrage,” cried the Russian in a high hysterical9 voice. “Anoutrage! Do you mean to kill me?”
“Not if you keep your voice down. Don’t go edging sideways towardsthat bell. That’s better.”
“What do you want? Do nothing rashly. Remember my life is of the ut-most value to my country. I may have been maligned—”
“I reckon,” said Julius, “that the man who let daylight into you would bedoing humanity a good turn. But you needn’t worry any. I’m not propos-ing to kill you this trip—that is, if you’re reasonable.”
The Russian quailed10 before the stern menace in the other’s eyes. Hepassed his tongue over his dry lips.
“What do you want? Money?”
“No. I want Jane Finn.”
“Jane Finn? I—never heard of her!”
“You’re a darned liar11! You know perfectly12 who I mean.”
“I tell you I’ve never heard of the girl.”
“And I tell you,” retorted Julius, “that Little Willie here is just hoppingmad to go off!”
The Russian wilted13 visibly.
“You wouldn’t dare—”
“Oh, yes I would, son!”
Kramenin must have recognized something in the voice that carriedconviction, for he said sullenly14:
“Well? Granted I do know who you mean—what of it?”
“You will tell me now—right here—where she is to be found.”
Kramenin shook his head.
“I daren’t.”
“Why not?”
“I daren’t. You ask an impossibility.”
“Afraid, eh? Of whom? Mr. Brown? Ah, that tickles15 you up! There is sucha person, then? I doubted it. And the mere16 mention of him scares youstiff!”
“I have seen him,” said the Russian slowly. “Spoken to him face to face. Idid not know it until afterwards. He was one of the crowd. I should notknow him again. Who is he really? I do not know. But I know this—he is aman to fear.”
“He’ll never know,” said Julius.
“He knows everything—and his vengeance17 is swift. Even I—Kramenin!
—would not be exempt18!”
“Then you won’t do as I ask you?”
“You ask an impossibility.”
“Sure that’s a pity for you,” said Julius cheerfully. “But the world in gen-eral will benefit.” He raised the revolver.
“Stop,” shrieked19 the Russian. “You cannot mean to shoot me?”
“Of course I do. I’ve always heard you Revolutionists held life cheap, butit seems there’s a difference when it’s your own life in question. I gave youjust one chance of saving your dirty skin, and that you wouldn’t take!”
“They would kill me!”
“Well,” said Julius pleasantly, “it’s up to you. But I’ll just say this. LittleWillie here is a dead cert, and if I was you I’d take a sporting chance withMr. Brown!”
“You will hang if you shoot me,” muttered the Russian irresolutely21.
“No, stranger, that’s where you’re wrong. You forget the dollars. A bigcrowd of solicitors22 will get busy, and they’ll get some highbrow doctors onthe job, and the end of it all will be that they’ll say my brain was un-hinged. I shall spend a few months in a quiet sanatorium, my mentalhealth will improve, the doctors will declare me sane23 again, and all willend happily for little Julius. I guess I can bear a few months’ retirement24 inorder to rid the world of you, but don’t you kid yourself I’ll hang for it!”
The Russian believed him. Corrupt25 himself, he believed implicitly26 in thepower of money. He had read of American murder trials running muchon the lines indicated by Julius. He had bought and sold justice himself.
This virile27 young American with the significant drawling voice, had thewhip hand of him.
“I’m going to count five,” continued Julius, “and I guess, if you let me getpast four, you needn’t worry any about Mr. Brown. Maybe he’ll send someflowers to the funeral, but you won’t smell them! Are you ready? I’ll begin.
One—two—three—four—”
The Russian interrupted with a shriek20:
“Do not shoot. I will do all you wish.”
Julius lowered the revolver.
“I thought you’d hear sense. Where is the girl?”
“At Gatehouse, in Kent. Astley Priors, the place is called.”
“Is she a prisoner there?”
“She’s not allowed to leave the house—though it’s safe enough really.
The little fool has lost her memory, curse her!”
“That’s been annoying for you and your friends, I reckon. What aboutthe other girl, the one you decoyed away over a week ago?”
“She’s there too,” said the Russian sullenly.
“That’s good,” said Julius. “Isn’t it all panning out beautifully? And alovely night for the run!”
“What run?” demanded Kramenin, with a stare.
“Down to Gatehouse, sure. I hope you’re fond of motoring?”
“What do you mean? I refuse to go.”
“Now don’t get mad. You must see I’m not such a kid as to leave youhere. You’d ring up your friends on that telephone first thing! Ah!” He ob-served the fall on the other’s face. “You see, you’d got it all fixed28. No, sir,you’re coming along with me. This your bedroom next door here? Walkright in. Little Willie and I will come behind. Put on a thick coat, that’sright. Fur lined? And you a Socialist29! Now we’re ready. We walk down-stairs and out through the hall to where my car’s waiting. And don’t youforget I’ve got you covered every inch of the way. I can shoot just as wellthrough my coat pocket. One word or a glance even, at one of those liver-ied menials, and there’ll sure be a strange face in the Sulphur and Brim-stone Works!”
Together they descended30 the stairs, and passed out to the waiting car.
The Russian was shaking with rage. The hotel servants surrounded them.
A cry hovered31 on his lips, but at the last minute his nerve failed him. TheAmerican was a man of his word.
When they reached the car, Julius breathed a sigh of relief, the dangerzone was passed. Fear had successfully hypnotized the man by his side.
“Get in,” he ordered. Then as he caught the other’s sidelong glance, “No,the chauffeur32 won’t help you any. Naval33 man. Was on a submarine in Rus-sia when the Revolution broke out. A brother of his was murdered by yourpeople. George!”
“Yes, sir?” The chauffeur turned his head.
“This gentleman is a Russian Bolshevik. We don’t want to shoot him, butit may be necessary. You understand?”
“Perfectly, sir.”
“I want to go to Gatehouse in Kent. Know the road at all?”
“Yes, sir, it will be about an hour and a half’s run.”
“Make it an hour. I’m in a hurry.”
“I’ll do my best, sir.” The car shot forward through the traffic.
Julius ensconced himself comfortably by the side of his victim. He kepthis hand in the pocket of his coat, but his manner was urbane34 to the lastdegree.
“There was a man I shot once in Arizona—” he began cheerfully.
At the end of the hour’s run the unfortunate Kramenin was more deadthan alive. In succession to the anecdote35 of the Arizona man, there hadbeen a tough from ’Frisco, and an episode in the Rockies. Julius’s narrativestyle, if not strictly36 accurate, was picturesque37!
Slowing down, the chauffeur called over his shoulder that they were justcoming into Gatehouse. Julius bade the Russian direct them. His plan wasto drive straight up to the house. There Kramenin was to ask for the twogirls. Julius explained to him that Little Willie would not be tolerant offailure. Kramenin, by this time, was as putty in the other’s hand. The ter-rific pace they had come had still further unmanned him. He had givenhimself up for dead at every corner.
The car swept up the drive, and stopped before the porch. The chauffeurlooked round for orders.
“Turn the car first, George. Then ring the bell, and get back to yourplace. Keep the engine going, and be ready to scoot like hell when I givethe word.”
“Very good, sir.”
The front door was opened by the butler. Kramenin felt the muzzle38 ofthe revolver pressed against his ribs39.
“Now,” hissed40 Julius. “And be careful.”
The Russian beckoned41. His lips were white, and his voice was not verysteady:
“It is I—Kramenin! Bring down the girl at once! There is no time tolose!”
Whittington had come down the steps. He uttered an exclamation42 of as-tonishment at seeing the other.
“You! What’s up? Surely you know the plan—”
Kramenin interrupted him, using the words that have created many un-necessary panics:
“We have been betrayed! Plans must be abandoned. We must save ourown skins. The girl! And at once! It’s our only chance.”
Whittington hesitated, but for hardly a moment.
“You have orders—from him?”
“Naturally! Should I be here otherwise? Hurry! There is no time to belost. The other little fool had better come too.”
Whittington turned and ran back into the house. The agonizing43 minuteswent by. Then—two figures hastily huddled44 in cloaks appeared on thesteps and were hustled45 into the car. The smaller of the two was inclined toresist and Whittington shoved her in unceremoniously. Julius leaned for-ward, and in doing so the light from the open door lit up his face. Anotherman on the steps behind Whittington gave a startled exclamation. Con-cealment was at an end.
“Get a move on, George,” shouted Julius.
The chauffeur slipped in his clutch, and with a bound the car started.
The man on the steps uttered an oath. His hand went to his pocket.
There was a flash and a report. The bullet just missed the taller girl by aninch.
“Get down, Jane,” cried Julius. “Flat on the bottom of the car.” He thrusther sharply forward, then standing46 up, he took careful aim and fired.
“Have you hit him?” cried Tuppence eagerly.
“Sure,” replied Julius. “He isn’t killed, though. Skunks47 like that take a lotof killing48. Are you all right, Tuppence?”
“Of course I am. Where’s Tommy? And who’s this?” She indicated theshivering Kramenin.
“Tommy’s making tracks for the Argentine. I guess he thought you’dturned up your toes. Steady through the gate, George! That’s right. It’lltake ’em at least five minutes to get busy after us. They’ll use the tele-phone, I guess, so look out for snares49 ahead—and don’t take the directroute. Who’s this, did you say, Tuppence? Let me present Monsieur Kra-menin. I persuaded him to come on the trip for his health.”
The Russian remained mute, still livid with terror.
“But what made them let us go?” demanded Tuppence suspiciously.
“I reckon Monsieur Kramenin here asked them so prettily50 they justcouldn’t refuse!”
This was too much for the Russian. He burst out vehemently51:
“Curse you—curse you! They know now that I betrayed them. My lifewon’t be safe for an hour in this country.”
“That’s so,” assented52 Julius. “I’d advise you to make tracks for Russiaright away.”
“Let me go, then,” cried the other. “I have done what you asked. Why doyou still keep me with you?”
“Not for the pleasure of your company. I guess you can get right off nowif you want to. I thought you’d rather I tooled you back to London.”
“You may never reach London,” snarled53 the other. “Let me go here andnow.”
“Sure thing. Pull up, George. The gentleman’s not making the returntrip. If I ever come to Russia, Monsieur Kramenin, I shall expect a rousingwelcome and—”
But before Julius had finished his speech, and before the car had finallyhalted, the Russian had swung himself out and disappeared into the night.
“Just a mite54 impatient to leave us,” commented Julius, as the cargathered way again. “And no idea of saying good-bye politely to the ladies.
Say, Jane, you can get up on the seat now.”
For the first time the girl spoke.
“How did you ‘persuade’ him?” she asked.
Julius tapped his revolver.
“Little Willie here takes the credit!”
“Splendid!” cried the girl. The colour surged into her face, her eyeslooked admiringly at Julius.
“Annette and I didn’t know what was going to happen to us,” said Tup-pence. “Old Whittington hurried us off. We thought it was lambs to theslaughter.”
“Annette,” said Julius. “Is that what you call her?”
His mind seemed to be trying to adjust itself to a new idea.
“It’s her name,” said Tuppence, opening her eyes very wide.
“Shucks!” retorted Julius. “She may think it’s her name, because hermemory’s gone, poor kid. But it’s the one real and original Jane Finn we’vegot here.”
“What—?” cried Tuppence.
But she was interrupted. With an angry spurt55, a bullet embedded56 itselfin the upholstery of the car just behind her head.
“Down with you,” cried Julius. “It’s an ambush57. These guys have gotbusy pretty quickly. Push her a bit, George.”
The car fairly leapt forward. Three more shots rang out, but went hap-pily wide. Julius, upright, leant over the back of the car.
“Nothing to shoot at,” he announced gloomily. “But I guess there’ll beanother little picnic soon. Ah!”
He raised his hand to his cheek.
“You are hurt?” said Annette quickly.
“Only a scratch.”
The girl sprang to her feet.
“Let me out! Let me out, I say! Stop the car. It is me they’re after. I’m theone they want. You shall not lose your lives because of me. Let me go.” Shewas fumbling58 with the fastenings of the door.
Julius took her by both arms, and looked at her. She had spoken with notrace of foreign accent.
“Sit down, kid,” he said gently. “I guess there’s nothing wrong with yourmemory. Been fooling them all the time, eh?”
The girl looked at him, nodded, and then suddenly burst into tears. Ju-lius patted her on the shoulder.
“There, there—just you sit tight. We’re not going to let you quit.”
Through her sobs59 the girl said indistinctly:
“You’re from home. I can tell by your voice. It makes me homesick.”
“Sure I’m from home. I’m your cousin — Julius Hersheimmer. I cameover to Europe on purpose to find you—and a pretty dance you’ve ledme.”
The car slackened speed. George spoke over his shoulder:
“Crossroads here, sir. I’m not sure of the way.”
The car slowed down till it hardly moved. As it did so a figure climbedsuddenly over the back, and plunged60 head first into the midst of them.
“Sorry,” said Tommy, extricating61 himself.
A mass of confused exclamations62 greeted him. He replied to them sever-ally:
“Was in the bushes by the drive. Hung on behind. Couldn’t let you knowbefore at the pace you were going. It was all I could do to hang on. Nowthen, you girls, get out!”
“Get out?”
“Yes. There’s a station just up that road. Train due in three minutes.
You’ll catch it if you hurry.”
“What the devil are you driving at?” demanded Julius. “Do you thinkyou can fool them by leaving the car?”
“You and I aren’t going to leave the car. Only the girls.”
“You’re crazed, Beresford. Stark63 staring mad! You can’t let those girls gooff alone. It’ll be the end of it if you do.”
Tommy turned to Tuppence.
“Get out at once, Tuppence. Take her with you, and do just as I say. Noone will do you any harm. You’re safe. Take the train to London. Gostraight to Sir James Peel Edgerton. Mr. Carter lives out of town, but you’llbe safe with him.”
“Darn you!” cried Julius. “You’re mad. Jane, you stay where you are.”
With a sudden swift movement, Tommy snatched the revolver from Ju-lius’s hand, and levelled it at him.
“Now will you believe I’m in earnest? Get out, both of you, and do as Isay—or I’ll shoot!”
Tuppence sprang out, dragging the unwilling64 Jane after her.
“Come on, it’s all right. If Tommy’s sure—he’s sure. Be quick. We’ll missthe train.”
They started running.
Julius’s pent-up rage burst forth65.
“What the hell—”
Tommy interrupted him.
“Dry up! I want a few words with you, Mr. Julius Hersheimmer.”
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| n. 摸索,漏接 v. 摸索,摸弄,笨拙的处理 | |
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| n.呼喊( exclamation的名词复数 )；感叹；感叹语；感叹词 | |
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