Her arm through Jane’s, dragging her along, Tuppence reached the sta-tion. Her quick ears caught the sound of the approaching train.
“Hurry up,” she panted, “or we’ll miss it.”
They arrived on the platform just as the train came to a standstill. Tup-pence opened the door of an empty first-class compartment1, and the twogirls sank down breathless on the padded seats.
A man looked in, then passed on to the next carriage. Jane startednervously. Her eyes dilated2 with terror. She looked questioningly at Tup-pence.
“Is he one of them, do you think?” she breathed.
Tuppence shook her head.
“No, no. It’s all right.” She took Jane’s hand in hers. “Tommy wouldn’thave told us to do this unless he was sure we’d be all right.”
“But he doesn’t know them as I do!” The girl shivered. “You can’t under-stand. Five years! Five long years! Sometimes I thought I should go mad.”
“Never mind. It’s all over.”
“Is it?”
The train was moving now, speeding through the night at a gradually in-creasing rate. Suddenly Jane Finn started up.
“What was that? I thought I saw a face—looking in through the win-dow.”
“No, there’s nothing. See.” Tuppence went to the window, and lifting thestrap let the pane3 down.
“You’re sure?”
“Quite sure.”
The other seemed to feel some excuse was necessary:
“I guess I’m acting4 like a frightened rabbit, but I can’t help it. If theycaught me now they’d—” Her eyes opened wide and staring.
“Don’t!” implored5 Tuppence. “Lie back, and don’t think. You can bequite sure that Tommy wouldn’t have said it was safe if it wasn’t.”
“My cousin didn’t think so. He didn’t want us to do this.”
“No,” said Tuppence, rather embarrassed.
“What are you thinking of?” said Jane sharply.
“Why?”
“Your voice was so—queer!”
“I was thinking of something,” confessed Tuppence. “But I don’t want totell you—not now. I may be wrong, but I don’t think so. It’s just an ideathat came into my head a long time ago. Tommy’s got it too—I’m almostsure he has. But don’t you worry—there’ll be time enough for that later.
And it mayn’t be so at all! Do what I tell you—lie back and don’t think ofanything.”
“I’ll try.” The long lashes6 drooped7 over the hazel eyes.
Tuppence, for her part, sat bolt upright — much in the attitude of awatchful terrier on guard. In spite of herself she was nervous. Her eyesflashed continually from one window to the other. She noted8 the exact po-sition of the communication cord. What it was that she feared, she wouldhave been hard put to it to say. But in her own mind she was far from feel-ing the confidence displayed in her words. Not that she disbelieved inTommy, but occasionally she was shaken with doubts as to whether any-one so simple and honest as he was could ever be a match for the fiendishsubtlety of the arch-criminal.
If they once reached Sir James Peel Edgerton in safety, all would be well.
But would they reach him? Would not the silent forces of Mr. Brownalready be assembling against them? Even that last picture of Tommy, re-volver in hand, failed to comfort her. By now he might be overpowered,borne down by sheer force of numbers .?.?. Tuppence mapped out her planof campaign.
As the train at length drew slowly into Charing9 Cross, Jane Finn sat upwith a start.
“Have we arrived? I never thought we should!”
“Oh, I thought we’d get to London all right. If there’s going to be any fun,now is when it will begin. Quick, get out. We’ll nip into a taxi.”
In another minute they were passing the barrier, had paid the necessaryfares, and were stepping into a taxi.
“King’s Cross,” directed Tuppence. Then she gave a jump. A man lookedin at the window, just as they started. She was almost certain it was thesame man who had got into the carriage next to them. She had a horriblefeeling of being slowly hemmed10 in on every side.
“You see,” she explained to Jane, “if they think we’re going to Sir James,this will put them off the scent11. Now they’ll imagine we’re going to Mr.
Carter. His country place is north of London somewhere.”
Crossing Holborn there was a block, and the taxi was held up. This waswhat Tuppence had been waiting for.
“Quick,” she whispered. “Open the right-hand door!”
The two girls stepped out into the traffic. Two minutes later they wereseated in another taxi and were retracing12 their steps, this time direct toCarlton House Terrace.
“There,” said Tuppence, with great satisfaction, “this ought to do them. Ican’t help thinking that I’m really rather clever! How that other taxi manwill swear! But I took his number, and I’ll send him a postal13 order tomor-row, so that he won’t lose by it if he happens to be genuine. What’s thisthing swerving—Oh!”
There was a grinding noise and a bump. Another taxi had collided withthem.
In a flash Tuppence was out on the pavement. A policeman was ap-proaching. Before he arrived Tuppence had handed the driver five shil-lings, and she and Jane had merged14 themselves in the crowd.
“It’s only a step or two now,” said Tuppence breathlessly. The accidenthad taken place in Trafalgar Square.
“Do you think the collision was an accident, or done deliberately15?”
“I don’t know. It might have been either.”
Hand in hand, the two girls hurried along.
“It may be my fancy,” said Tuppence suddenly, “but I feel as thoughthere was someone behind us.”
“Hurry!” murmured the other. “Oh, hurry!”
They were now at the corner of Carlton House Terrace, and their spiritslightened. Suddenly a large and apparently16 intoxicated17 man barred theirway.
“Good evening, ladies,” he hiccupped. “Whither away so fast?”
“Let us pass, please,” said Tuppence imperiously.
“Just a word with your pretty friend here.” He stretched out an unsteadyhand, and clutched Jane by the shoulder. Tuppence heard other footstepsbehind. She did not pause to ascertain18 whether they were friends or foes19.
Lowering her head, she repeated a man?uvre of childish days, and buttedtheir aggressor full in the capacious middle. The success of these unsports-manlike tactics was immediate20. The man sat down abruptly21 on the pave-ment. Tuppence and Jane took to their heels. The house they sought wassome way down. Other footsteps echoed behind them. Their breath wascoming in choking gasps22 as they reached Sir James’s door. Tuppenceseized the bell and Jane the knocker.
The man who had stopped them reached the foot of the steps. For a mo-ment he hesitated, and as he did so the door opened. They fell into the halltogether. Sir James came forward from the library door.
“Hullo! What’s this?”
He stepped forward and put his arm round Jane as she swayed uncer-tainly. He half carried her into the library, and laid her on the leathercouch. From a tantalus on the table he poured out a few drops of brandy,and forced her to drink them. With a sigh she sat up, her eyes still wildand frightened.
“It’s all right. Don’t be afraid, my child. You’re quite safe.”
Her breath came more normally, and the colour was returning to hercheeks. Sir James looked at Tuppence quizzically.
“So you’re not dead, Miss Tuppence, anymore than that Tommy boy ofyours was!”
“The Young Adventures take a lot of killing,” boasted Tuppence.
“So it seems,” said Sir James dryly. “Am I right in thinking that the jointventure has ended in success, and that this”—he turned to the girl on thecouch—“is Miss Jane Finn?”
Jane sat up.
“Yes,” she said quietly, “I am Jane Finn. I have a lot to tell you.”
“When you are stronger—”
“No—now!” Her voice rose a little. “I shall feel safer when I have toldeverything.”
“As you please,” said the lawyer.
He sat down in one of the big armchairs facing the couch. In a low voiceJane began her story.
“I came over on the Lusitania to take up a post in Paris. I was fearfullykeen about the war, and just dying to help somehow or other. I had beenstudying French, and my teacher said they were wanting help in a hospitalin Paris, so I wrote and offered my services, and they were accepted. Ihadn’t got any folk of my own, so it made it easy to arrange things.
“When the Lusitania was torpedoed23, a man came up to me. I’d noticedhim more than once—and I’d figured it out in my own mind that he wasafraid of somebody or something. He asked me if I was a patriotic24 Amer-ican, and told me he was carrying papers which were just life or death tothe Allies. He asked me to take charge of them. I was to watch for an ad-vertisement in The Times. If it didn’t appear, I was to take them to theAmerican Ambassador.
“Most of what followed seems like a nightmare still. I see it in mydreams sometimes .?.?. I’ll hurry over that part. Mr. Danvers had told me towatch out. He might have been shadowed from New York, but he didn’tthink so. At first I had no suspicions, but on the boat to Holyhead I beganto get uneasy. There was one woman who had been very keen to lookafter me, and chum up with me generally—a Mrs. Vandemeyer. At first I’dbeen only grateful to her for being so kind to me; but all the time I feltthere was something about her I didn’t like, and on the Irish boat I sawher talking to some queer-looking men, and from the way they looked Isaw that they were talking about me. I remembered that she’d been quitenear me on the Lusitania when Mr. Danvers gave me the packet, and be-fore that she’d tried to talk to him once or twice. I began to get scared, butI didn’t quite see what to do.
“I had a wild idea of stopping at Holyhead, and not going on to Londonthat day, but I soon saw that would be plumb25 foolishness. The only thingwas to act as though I’d noticed nothing, and hope for the best. I couldn’tsee how they could get me if I was on my guard. One thing I’d donealready as a precaution—ripped open the oilskin packet and substitutedblank paper, and then sewn it up again. So, if anyone did manage to robme of it, it wouldn’t matter.
“What to do with the real thing worried me no end. Finally I opened itout flat—there were only two sheets—and laid it between two of the ad-vertisement pages of a magazine. I stuck the two pages together round theedge with some gum off an envelope. I carried the magazine carelesslystuffed into the pocket of my ulster.
“At Holyhead I tried to get into a carriage with people that looked allright, but in a queer way there seemed always to be a crowd round meshoving and pushing me just the way I didn’t want to go. There was some-thing uncanny and frightening about it. In the end I found myself in a car-riage with Mrs. Vandemeyer after all. I went out into the corridor, but allthe other carriages were full, so I had to go back and sit down. I consoledmyself with the thought that there were other people in the carriage—there was quite a nice-looking man and his wife sitting just opposite. So Ifelt almost happy about it until just outside London. I had leaned back andclosed my eyes. I guess they thought I was asleep, but my eyes weren’tquite shut, and suddenly I saw the nice-looking man get something out ofhis bag and hand it to Mrs. Vandemeyer, and as he did so he winked26. .?.?.
“I can’t tell you how that wink27 sort of froze me through and through. Myonly thought was to get out in the corridor as quick as ever I could. I gotup, trying to look natural and easy. Perhaps they saw something—I don’tknow—but suddenly Mrs. Vandemeyer said ‘Now,’ and flung somethingover my nose and mouth as I tried to scream. At the same moment I felt aterrific blow on the back of my head. .?.?.”
She shuddered28. Sir James murmured something sympathetically. In aminute she resumed:
“I don’t know how long it was before I came back to consciousness. I feltvery ill and sick. I was lying on a dirty bed. There was a screen round it,but I could hear two people talking in the room. Mrs. Vandemeyer wasone of them. I tried to listen, but at first I couldn’t take much in. When atlast I did begin to grasp what was going on—I was just terrified! I wonder Ididn’t scream right out there and then.
“They hadn’t found the papers. They’d got the oilskin packet with theblanks, and they were just mad! They didn’t know whether I’d changedthe papers, or whether Danvers had been carrying a dummy29 message,while the real one was sent another way. They spoke30 of “—she closed hereyes—“torturing me to find out!”
“I’d never known what fear—really sickening fear—was before! Oncethey came to look at me. I shut my eyes and pretended to be still uncon-scious, but I was afraid they’d hear the beating of my heart. However, theywent away again. I began thinking madly. What could I do? I knew Iwouldn’t be able to stand up against torture very long.
“Suddenly something put the thought of loss of memory into my head.
The subject had always interested me, and I’d read an awful lot about it. Ihad the whole thing at my fingertips. If only I could succeed in carryingthe bluff31 through, it might save me. I said a prayer, and drew a longbreath. Then I opened my eyes and started babbling32 in French!
“Mrs. Vandemeyer came round the screen at once. Her face was sowicked I nearly died, but I smiled up at her doubtfully, and asked her inFrench where I was.
“It puzzled her, I could see. She called the man she had been talking to.
He stood by the screen with his face in shadow. He spoke to me in French.
His voice was very ordinary and quiet but somehow, I don’t know why, hescared me, but I went on playing my part. I asked again where I was, andthen went on that there was something I must remember—must remem-ber—only for the moment it was all gone. I worked myself up to be moreand more distressed33. He asked me my name. I said I didn’t know—that Icouldn’t remember anything at all.
“Suddenly he caught my wrist, and began twisting it. The pain was aw-ful. I screamed. He went on. I screamed and screamed, but I managed toshriek out things in French. I don’t know how long I could have gone on,but luckily I fainted. The last thing I heard was his voice saying: ‘That’s notbluff! Anyway, a kid of her age wouldn’t know enough.” I guess he forgotAmerican girls are older for their age than English ones, and take more in-terest in scientific subjects.
“When I came to, Mrs. Vandemeyer was sweet as honey to me. She’dhad her orders, I guess. She spoke to me in French—told me I’d had ashock and been very ill. I should be better soon. I pretended to be ratherdazed—murmured something about the ‘doctor’ having hurt my wrist.
She looked relieved when I said that.
“By and by she went out of the room altogether. I was suspicious still,and lay quite quiet for some time. In the end, however, I got up andwalked round the room, examining it. I thought that even if anyone waswatching me from somewhere, it would seem natural enough under thecircumstances. It was a squalid, dirty place. There were no windows,which seemed queer. I guessed the door would be locked, but I didn’t tryit. There were some battered34 old pictures on the walls, representingscenes from Faust.”
Jane’s two listeners gave a simultaneous “Ah!” The girl nodded.
“Yes—it was the place in Soho where Mr. Beresford was imprisoned35. Ofcourse at the time I didn’t even know if I was in London. One thing wasworrying me dreadfully, but my heart gave a great throb36 of relief when Isaw my ulster lying carelessly over the back of a chair. And the magazinewas still rolled up in the pocket!
“If only I could be certain that I was not being overlooked! I looked care-fully round the walls. There didn’t seem to be a peephole of any kind—nevertheless I felt kind of sure there must be. All of a sudden I sat downon the edge of the table, and put my face in my hands, sobbing37 out a ‘MonDieu! Mon Dieu!’ I’ve got very sharp ears. I distinctly heard the rustle38 of adress, and slight creak. That was enough for me. I was being watched!
“I lay down on the bed again, and by and by Mrs. Vandemeyer broughtme some supper. She was still sweet as they make them. I guess she’d beentold to win my confidence. Presently she produced the oilskin packet, andasked me if I recognized it, watching me like a lynx all the time.
“I took it and turned it over in a puzzled sort of way. Then I shook myhead. I said that I felt I ought to remember something about it, that it wasjust as though it was all coming back, and then, before I could get hold ofit, it went again. Then she told me that I was her niece, and that I was tocall her ‘Aunt Rita.’ I did obediently, and she told me not to worry—mymemory would soon come back.
“That was an awful night. I’d made my plan whilst I was waiting for her.
The papers were safe so far, but I couldn’t take the risk of leaving themthere any longer. They might throw that magazine away any minute. I layawake waiting until I judged it must be about two o’clock in the morning.
Then I got up as softly as I could, and felt in the dark along the left-handwall. Very gently, I unhooked one of the pictures from its nail—Margueritewith her casket of jewels. I crept over to my coat and took out themagazine, and an odd envelope or two that I had shoved in. Then I wentto the washstand, and damped the brown paper at the back of the pictureall round. Presently I was able to pull it away. I had already torn out thetwo stuck-together pages from the magazine, and now I slipped them withtheir precious enclosure between the picture and its brown paper back-ing. A little gum from the envelopes helped me to stick the latter up again.
No one would dream the picture had ever been tampered39 with. I rehung iton the wall, put the magazine back in my coat pocket, and crept back tobed. I was pleased with my hiding place. They’d never think of pulling topieces one of their own pictures. I hoped that they’d come to the conclu-sion that Danvers had been carrying a dummy all along, and that, in theend, they’d let me go.
“As a matter of fact, I guess that’s what they did think at first and, in away, it was dangerous for me. I learnt afterwards that they nearly didaway with me then and there—there was never much chance of their ‘let-ting me go’—but the first man, who was the boss, preferred to keep mealive on the chance of my having hidden them, and being able to tellwhere if I recovered my memory. They watched me constantly for weeks.
Sometimes they’d ask me questions by the hour—I guess there was noth-ing they didn’t know about the third degree!—but somehow I managed tohold my own. The strain of it was awful, though. .?.?.
“They took me back to Ireland, and over every step of the journey again,in case I’d hidden it somewhere en route. Mrs. Vandemeyer and anotherwoman never left me for a moment. They spoke of me as a young relativeof Mrs. Vandemeyer’s whose mind was affected40 by the shock of the Lusit-ania. There was no one I could appeal to for help without giving myselfaway to them, and if I risked it and failed—and Mrs. Vandemeyer lookedso rich, and so beautifully dressed, that I felt convinced they’d take herword against mine, and think it was part of my mental trouble to thinkmyself ‘persecuted’—I felt that the horrors in store for me would be tooawful once they knew I’d been only shamming41.”
Sir James nodded comprehendingly.
“Mrs. Vandemeyer was a woman of great personality. With that and hersocial position she would have had little difficulty in imposing42 her point ofview in preference to yours. Your sensational43 accusations44 against herwould not easily have found credence45.”
“That’s what I thought. It ended in my being sent to a sanatorium atBournemouth. I couldn’t make up my mind at first whether it was a shamaffair or genuine. A hospital nurse had charge of me. I was a special pa-tient. She seemed so nice and normal that at last I determined46 to confidein her. A merciful providence47 just saved me in time from falling into thetrap. My door happened to be ajar, and I heard her talking to someone inthe passage. She was one of them! They still fancied it might be a bluff onmy part, and she was put in charge of me to make sure! After that, mynerve went completely. I dared trust nobody.
“I think I almost hypnotized myself. After a while, I almost forgot that Iwas really Jane Finn. I was so bent48 on playing the part of Janet Vande-meyer that my nerves began to play tricks. I became really ill—for monthsI sank into a sort of stupor49. I felt sure I should die soon, and that nothingreally mattered. A sane50 person shut up in a lunatic asylum51 often ends bybecoming insane, they say. I guess I was like that. Playing my part had be-come second nature to me. I wasn’t even unhappy in the end — justapathetic. Nothing seemed to matter. And the years went on.
“And then suddenly things seemed to change. Mrs. Vandemeyer camedown from London. She and the doctor asked me questions, experimentedwith various treatments. There was some talk of sending me to a specialistin Paris. In the end, they did not dare risk it. I overheard something thatseemed to show that other people—friends—were looking for me. I learntlater that the nurse who had looked after me went to Paris, and consulteda specialist, representing herself to be me. He put her through somesearching tests, and exposed her loss of memory to be fraudulent; but shehad taken a note of his methods and reproduced them on me. I daresay Icouldn’t have deceived the specialist for a minute—a man who has made alifelong study of a thing is unique—but I managed once again to hold myown with them. The fact that I’d not thought of myself as Jane Finn for solong made it easier.
“One night I was whisked off to London at a moment’s notice. They tookme back to the house in Soho. Once I got away from the sanatorium I feltdifferent—as though something in me that had been buried for a longtime was waking up again.
“They sent me in to wait on Mr. Beresford. (Of course I didn’t know hisname then.) I was suspicious—I thought it was another trap. But he lookedso honest, I could hardly believe it. However I was careful in all I said, forI knew we could be overheard. There’s a small hole, high up in the wall.
“But on the Sunday afternoon a message was brought to the house. Theywere all very disturbed. Without their knowing, I listened. Word hadcome that he was to be killed. I needn’t tell the next part, because youknow it. I thought I’d have time to rush up and get the papers from theirhiding place, but I was caught. So I screamed out that he was escaping,and I said I wanted to go back to Marguerite. I shouted the name threetimes very loud. I knew the others would think I meant Mrs. Vandemeyer,but I hoped it might make Mr. Beresford think of the picture. He’d un-hooked one the first day—that’s what made me hesitate to trust him.”
She paused.
“Then the papers,” said Sir James slowly, “are still at the back of the pic-ture in that room.”
“Yes.” The girl had sunk back on the sofa exhausted52 with the strain ofthe long story.
Sir James rose to his feet. He looked at his watch.
“Come,” he said, “we must go at once.”
“Tonight? queried53 Tuppence, surprised.
“Tomorrow may be too late,” said Sir James gravely. “Besides, by goingtonight we have the chance of capturing that great man and super-crim-inal—Mr. Brown!”
There was dead silence, and Sir James continued:
“You have been followed here—not a doubt of it. When we leave thehouse we shall be followed again, but not molested54 for it is Mr. Brown’splan that we are to lead him. But the Soho house is under police supervi-sion night and day. There are several men watching it. When we enterthat house, Mr. Brown will not draw back—he will risk all, on the chanceof obtaining the spark to fire his mine. And he fancies the risk not great—since he will enter in the guise55 of a friend!”
Tuppence flushed, then opened her mouth impulsively56.
“But there’s something you don’t know—that we haven’t told you.” Hereyes dwelt on Jane in perplexity.
“What is that?” asked the other sharply. “No hesitations57, Miss Tuppence.
We need to be sure of our going.”
But Tuppence, for once, seemed tongue-tied.
“It’s so difficult—you see, if I’m wrong—oh, it would be dreadful.” Shemade a grimace58 at the unconscious Jane. “Never forgive me,” she ob-served cryptically59.
“You want me to help you out, eh?”
“Yes, please. You know who Mr. Brown is, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Sir James gravely. “At last I do.”
“At last?” queried Tuppence doubtfully. “Oh, but I thought —” Shepaused.
“You thought correctly, Miss Tuppence. I have been morally certain ofhis identity for some time—ever since the night of Mrs. Vandemeyer’smysterious death.”
“Ah!” breathed Tuppence.
“For there we are up against the logic60 of facts. There are only two solu-tions. Either the chloral was administered by her own hand, which theoryI reject utterly61, or else—”
“Yes?”
“Or else it was administered in the brandy you gave her. Only threepeople touched that brandy—you, Miss Tuppence, I myself, and one other—Mr. Julius Hersheimmer!”
Jane Finn stirred and sat up, regarding the speaker with wide aston-ished eyes.
“At first, the thing seemed utterly impossible. Mr. Hersheimmer, as theson of a prominent millionaire, was a well-known figure in America. Itseemed utterly impossible that he and Mr. Brown could be one and thesame. But you cannot escape from the logic of facts. Since the thing was so—it must be accepted. Remember Mrs. Vandemeyer’s sudden and inex-plicable agitation62. Another proof, if proof was needed.
“I took an early opportunity of giving you a hint. From some words ofMr. Hersheimmer’s at Manchester, I gathered that you had understoodand acted on that hint. Then I set to work to prove the impossible possible.
Mr. Beresford rang me up and told me, what I had already suspected, thatthe photograph of Miss Jane Finn had never really been out of Mr. Her-sheimmer’s possession—”
But the girl interrupted. Springing to her feet, she cried out angrily:
“What do you mean? What are you trying to suggest? That Mr. Brown isJulius? Julius—my own cousin!”
“No, Miss Finn,” said Sir James unexpectedly. “Not your cousin. The manwho calls himself Julius Hersheimmer is no relation to you whatsoever63.”
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