Anthony regained1 the terrace with the feeling uppermost in his mind thatthe only safe place for private conversations was the middle of the lake.
The resonant2 boom of a gong sounded from the house, and Tredwell ap-peared in a stately fashion from a side door “Luncheon is served, mylord.”
“Ah!” said Lord Caterham, brisking up a little. “Lunch!”
At that moment two children burst out of the house. They were high-spirited young women of twelve and ten, and though their names mightbe Dulcie and Daisy, as Bundle had affirmed, they appeared to be moregenerally known as Guggle and Winkle. They executed a kind of wardance, interspersed3 with shrill4 whoops5 till Bundle emerged and quelledthem.
“Where’s Mademoiselle?” she demanded.
“She’s got the migraine, the migraine, the migraine!” chanted Winkle.
“Hurrah!” said Guggle, joining in.
Lord Caterham had succeeded in shepherding most of his guests into thehouse. Now he laid a restraining hand on Anthony’s arm.
“Come to my study,” he breathed. “I’ve got something rather specialthere.”
Slinking down the hall, far more like a thief than like the master of thehouse, Lord Caterham gained the shelter of his sanctum. Here he unlockeda cupboard and produced various bottles.
“Talking to foreigners always makes me so thirsty,” he explained apolo-getically. “I don’t know why it is.”
There was a knock on the door, and Virginia popped her head round thecorner of it.
“Got a special cocktail6 for me?” she demanded.
“Of course,” said Lord Caterham hospitably7. “Come in.”
The next few minutes were taken up with serious rites8.
“I needed that,” said Lord Caterham with a sigh, as he replaced his glasson the table. “As I said just now, I find talking to foreigners particularly fa-tiguing. I think it’s because they’re so polite. Come along. Let’s have somelunch.”
He led the way to the dining room. Virginia put her hand on Anthony’sarm, and drew him back a little.
“I’ve done my good deed for the day,” she whispered. “I got Lord Cater-ham to take me to see the body.”
“Well?” demanded Anthony eagerly.
One theory of his was to be proved or disproved.
Virginia was shaking her head.
“You were wrong,” she whispered. “It’s Prince Michael right.”
“Oh!” Anthony was deeply chagrined9.
“And Mademoiselle had the migraine,” he added aloud, in a dissatisfiedtone.
“What has that got to do with it?”
“Probably nothing, but I wanted to see her. You see, I’ve found out thatMademoiselle has the second room from the end—the one where I saw thelight go up last night.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Probably there’s nothing in it. All the same, I mean to see Mademoisellebefore the day is out.”
Lunch was somewhat of an ordeal10. Even the cheerful impartiality11 ofBundle failed to reconcile the heterogeneous12 assembly. The Baron13 and An-drassy were correct, formal, full of etiquette14, and had the air of attendinga meal in a mausoleum. Lord Catherham was lethargic15 and depressed16. BillEversleigh stared longingly17 at Virginia. George, very mindful of the tryingposition in which he found himself, conversed18 weightily with the Baronand Mr. Isaacstein. Guggle and Winkle, completely beside themselves withjoy at having a murder in the house, had to be continually checked andkept under, whilst Mr. Hiram Fish slowly masticated19 his food, anddrawled out dry remarks in his own peculiar20 idiom. Superintendent21 Battlehad considerately vanished, and nobody knew what had become of him.
“Thank God that’s over,” murmured Bundle to Anthony, as they left thetable. “And George is taking the foreign contingent22 over to the Abbey thisafternoon to discuss State secrets.”
“That will possibly relieve the atmosphere,” agreed Anthony.
“I don’t mind the American so much,” continued Bundle. “He and Fathercan talk first editions together quite happily in some secluded23 spot. Mr.
Fish”— as the object of their conversation drew near —“I’m planning apeaceful afternoon for you.”
The American bowed.
“That’s too kind of you, Lady Eileen.”
“Mr. Fish,” said Anthony, “had quite a peaceful morning.”
Mr. Fish shot a quick glance at him.
“Ah, you observed me, then, in my secluded retreat? There are mo-ments, sir, when far from the madding crowd is the only motto for a manof quiet tastes.”
Bundle had drifted on, and the American and Anthony were left to-gether. The former dropped his voice a little.
“I opine,” he said, “that there is considerable mystery about this littledustup?”
“Any amount of it,” said Anthony.
“That guy with the bald head was perhaps a family connexion?”
“Something of the kind.”
“These Central European nations beat the band,” declared Mr. Fish. “It’skind of being rumoured24 around that the deceased gentleman was a RoyalHighness. Is that so, do you know?”
“He was staying here as Count Stanislaus,” replied Anthony evasively.
To this Mr. Fish offered no further rejoinder than the somewhat cryptic25:
“Oh, boy!”
After which he relapsed into silence for some moments.
“This police captain of yours,” he observed at last. “Battle, or whateverhis name is, is he the goods all right?”
“Scotland Yard think so,” replied Anthony dryly.
“He seems kind of hidebound to me,” remarked Mr. Fish. “No hustle26 tohim. This big idea of his, letting no one leave the house, what is there toit?”
He darted27 a very sharp look at Anthony as he spoke28.
“Everyone’s got to attend the inquest tomorrow morning, you see.”
“That’s the idea is it? No more to it than that? No question of Lord Cater-ham’s guests being suspected?”
“My dear Mr. Fish!”
“I was getting a mite29 uneasy—being a stranger in this country. But ofcourse it was an outside job — I remember now. Window found un-fastened, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” said Anthony, looking straight in front of him.
Mr. Fish sighed. After a minute or two he said in a plaintive30 tone:
“Young man, do you know how they get the water out of a mine?”
“How?”
“By pumping—but it’s almighty31 hard work! I observe the figure of mygenial host detaching itself from the group over yonder. I must join him.”
Mr. Fish walked gently away, and Bundle drifted back again.
“Funny Fish, isn’t he?” she remarked.
“He is.”
“It’s no good looking for Virginia,” said Bundle sharply.
“I wasn’t.”
“You were. I don’t know how she does it. It isn’t what she says, I don’teven believe it’s what she looks. But, oh, boy! she gets there everytime.
Anyway, she’s on duty elsewhere for the time. She told me to be nice toyou, and I’m going to be nice to you—by force if necessary.”
“No force required,” Anthony assured her. “But, if it’s all the same toyou, I’d rather you were nice to me on the water, in a boat.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” said Bundle meditatively32.
They strolled down to the lake together.
“There’s just one question I’d like to ask you,” said Anthony as hepaddled gently out from the shore, “before we turn to really interestingtopics. Business before pleasure.”
“Whose bedroom do you want to know about now?” asked Bundle withweary patience.
“Nobody’s bedroom for the moment. But I would like to know whereyou got your French governess from.”
“The man’s bewitched,” said Bundle. “I got her from an agency, and Ipay her a hundred pounds a year, and her Christian33 name is Geneviève.
Anything more you want to know?”
“We’ll assume the agency,” said Anthony. “What about her references?”
“Oh, glowing! She lived for ten years with the Countess of What Not.”
“What Not being?—”
“The Comtesse de Breteuil, Ch?teau de Breteuil, Dinard.”
“You didn’t actually see the Comtesse yourself? It was all done by let-ter?”
“Exactly.”
“Hm!” said Anthony.
“You intrigue34 me,” said Bundle. “You intrigue me enormously. Is it loveor crime?”
“Probably sheer idiocy35 on my part. Let’s forget it.”
“ ‘Let’s forget it,’ says he negligently36, having extracted all the informa-tion he wants. Mr. Cade, who do you suspect? I rather suspect Virginia asbeing the most unlikely person. Or possibly Bill.”
“What about you?”
“Member of the aristocracy joins in secret the Comrades of the RedHand. It would create a sensation all right.”
Anthony laughed. He liked Bundle, though he was a little afraid of theshrewd penetration37 of her sharp grey eyes.
“You must be proud of all this,” he said suddenly, waving his hand to-wards the great house in the distance.
Bundle screwed up her eyes and tilted38 her head on one side.
“Yes—it means something, I suppose. But one’s too used to it. Anyway,we’re not here very much—too deadly dull. We’ve been at Cowes andDeauville all the summer after town, and then up to Scotland. Chimneyshas been swathed in dust sheets for about five months. Once a week theytake the dust sheets off and coaches full of tourists come and gape39 andlisten to Tredwell. ‘On your right is the portrait of the fourth Marchionessof Caterham, painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds,’ etc, and Ed or Bert, the hu-morist of the party, nudges his girl and says, ‘Eh! Gladys, they’ve got twopennyworth of pictures here, right enough.’ And then they go and look atmore pictures and yawn and shuffle40 their feet and wish it was time to gohome.”
“Yet history has been made here once or twice, by all accounts.”
“You’ve been listening to George,” said Bundle sharply. “That’s the kindof thing he’s always saying.”
But Anthony had raised himself on his elbow, and was staring at theshore.
“Is that a third suspicious stranger I see standing41 disconsolately43 by theboathouse? Or is it one of the house party?”
Bundle lifted her head from the scarlet44 cushion.
“It’s Bill,” she said.
“He seems to be looking for something.”
“He’s probably looking for me,” said Bundle, without enthusiasm.
“Shall we row quickly in the opposite direction?”
“That’s quite the right answer, but it should be delivered with more en-thusiasm.”
“I shall row with double vigour45 after that rebuke46.”
“Not at all,” said Bundle. “I have my pride. Row me to where that youngass is waiting. Somebody’s got to look after him, I suppose. Virginia musthave given him the slip. One of these days, inconceivable as it seems, Imight want to marry George, so I might as well practise being ‘one of ourwell-known political hostesses.’ ”
Anthony pulled obediently towards the shore.
“And what’s to become of me, I should like to know?” he complained. “Irefuse to be the unwanted third. Is that the children I see in the distance?”
“Yes. Be careful, or they’ll rope you in.”
“I’m rather fond of children,” said Anthony. “I might teach them somenice quiet intellectual game.”
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Having relinquished47 Bundle to the care of the disconsolate42 Bill, Anthonystrolled off to where various shrill cries disturbed the peace of the after-noon. He was received with acclamation.”
“Are you any good at playing Red Indians?” asked Guggle sternly.
“Rather,” said Anthony. “You should hear the noise I make when I’m be-ing scalped. Like this.” He illustrated48.
“Not so bad,” said Winkle grudgingly49. “Now do the scalper’s yell.”
Anthony obliged with a bloodcurdling noise. In another minute thegame of Red Indians was in full swing.
About an hour later, Anthony wiped his forehead, and ventured to in-quire after Mademoiselle’s migraine. He was pleased to hear that that ladyhad entirely51 recovered. So popular had he become that he was urgentlyinvited to come and have tea in the schoolroom.
“And then you can tell us about the man you saw hung,” urged Guggle.
“Did you say you’d got a bit of the rope with you?” asked Winkle.
“It’s in my suitcase,” said Anthony solemnly. “You shall each have apiece of it.”
Winkle immediately let out a wild Indian yell of satisfaction.
“We’ll have to go and get washed, I suppose,” said Guggle gloomily. “Youwill come to tea, won’t you? You won’t forget?”
Anthony swore solemnly that nothing should prevent him keeping theengagement. Satisfied, the youthful pair beat a retreat towards the house.
Anthony stood for a minute looking after them, and, as he did so, he be-came aware of a man leaving the other side of a little copse of trees andhurrying away across the park. He felt almost sure that it was the sameblack-bearded stranger he had encountered that morning. Whilst he washesitating whether to go after him or not the trees just ahead of him wereparted and Mr. Hiram Fish stepped out into the open. He started slightlywhen he saw Anthony.
“A peaceful afternoon, Mr. Fish?” inquired the latter.
“I thank you, yes.”
Mr. Fish did not look as peaceful as usual however. His face wasflushed, and he was breathing hard as though he had been running. Hedrew out his watch and consulted it.
“I guess,” he said softly, “it’s just about time for your British institutionof afternoon tea.”
Closing his watch with a snap, Mr. Fish ambled52 gently away in the direc-tion of the house.
Anthony stood in a brown study and awoke with a start to the fact thatSuperintendent Battle was standing beside him. Not the faintest soundhad heralded53 his approach, and he seemed literally54 to have materializedfrom space.
“Where did you spring from?” asked Anthony irritably55.
With a slight jerk of his head, Battle indicated the little copse of trees be-hind them.
“It seems a popular spot this afternoon,” remarked Anthony.
“You were very lost in thought, Mr. Cade.”
“I was indeed. Do you know what I was doing, Battle? I was trying to puttwo and one and five and three together so as to make four. And it can’t bedone, Battle, it simply can’t be done.”
“There’s difficulties that way,” agreed the detective.
“But you’re just the man I wanted to see. Battle, I want to go away. Can itbe done?”
True to his creed56, Superintendent Battle showed neither emotion norsurprise. His reply was easy and matter of fact.
“That depends, sir, as to where you want to go.”
“I’ll tell you exactly, Battle. I’ll lay my cards upon the table. I want to goDinard, to the ch?teau of Madame la Comtesse de Breteuil. Can it bedone?”
“When do you want to go, Mr. Cade?”
“Say tomorrow after the inquest. I could be back here by Sunday even-ing.”
“I see,” said the superintendent, with peculiar solidity.
“Well, what about it?”
“I’ve no objection, provided you go where you say you’re going, andcome straight back here.”
“You’re a man in a thousand, Battle. Either you have taken an ex-traordinary fancy to me or else you’re extraordinarily57 deep. Which is it?”
Superintendent Battle smiled a little, but did not answer.
“Well, well,” said Anthony, “I expect you’ll take your precautions. Dis-creet minions58 of the law will follow my suspicious footsteps. So be it. But Ido wish I knew what it was all about.”
“I don’t get you, Mr. Cade.”
“The memoirs59—what all the fuss is about. Were they only memoirs? Orhave you got something up your sleeve?”
Battle smiled again.
“Take it like this. I’m doing you a favour because you’ve made a favour-able impression on me, Mr. Cade. I’d like you to work in with me over thiscase. The amateur and the professional, they go well together. The one hasthe intimacy60, so to speak, and the other the experience.”
“Well,” said Anthony slowly, “I don’t mind admitting that I’ve alwayswanted to try my hand at unravelling61 a murder mystery.”
“Any ideas about the case at all, Mr. Cade?”
“Plenty of them,” said Anthony. “But they’re mostly questions.”
“As, for instance?”
“Who steps into the murdered Michael’s shoes? It seems to me that thatis important?”
A rather wry62 smile came over Superintendent Battle’s face.
“I wondered if you’d think of that, sir. Prince Nicholas Obolovitch is thenext heir—first cousin of this gentleman.”
“And where is he at the present moment?” asked Anthony, turning awayto light a cigarette. “Don’t tell me you don’t know, Battle, because I shan’tbelieve you.”
We’ve reason to believe that he’s in the United States. He was until quitelately, at all events. Raising money on his expectations.”
Anthony gave vent50 to a surprised whistle.
“I get you,” said Anthony. “Michael was backed by England, Nicholas byAmerica. In both countries a group of financiers are anxious to obtain theoil concessions63. The Loyalist party adopted Michael as their candidate—now they’ll have to look elsewhere. Gnashing of teeth on the part of Isaac-stein and Co. and Mr. George Lomax. Rejoicings in Wall Street. Am Iright?”
“You’re not far off,” said Superintendent Battle.
“Hm!” said Anthony. “I almost dare swear that I know what you weredoing in that copse.”
The detective smiled, but made no reply.
“International politics are very fascinating,” said Anthony, “but I fear Imust leave you. I have an appointment in the schoolroom.”
He strode briskly away towards the house. Inquiries64 of the dignifiedTredwell showed him the way to the schoolroom. He tapped on the doorand entered, to be greeted by squeals65 of joy.
Guggle and Winkle immediately rushed at him and bore him in triumphto be introduced to Mademoiselle.
For the first time, Anthony felt a qualm. Mademoiselle Brun was a small,middle-aged woman with a sallow face, pepper-and-salt hair, and a bud-ding moustache!
As the notorious foreign adventuress she did not fit into the picture atall.
“I believe,” said Anthony to himself, “I’m making the most utter fool ofmyself. Never mind, I must go through with it now.”
He was extremely pleasant to Mademoiselle, and she, on her part, wasevidently delighted to have a good-looking young man invade her school-room. The meal was a great success.
But that evening, alone in the charming bedchamber that had been al-lotted to him, Anthony shook his head several times.
“I’m wrong,” he said to himself. “For the second time, I’m wrong. Some-how or other, I can’t get the hang of this thing.”
He stopped in his pacing of the floor.
“What the devil—” began Anthony.
The door was being softly opened. In another minute a man had slippedinto the room, and stood deferentially66 by the door.
He was a big fair man, squarely built, with high Slavonic cheekbones,and dreamy fanatic67 eyes.
“Who the devil are you?” asked Anthony, staring at him.
The man replied in perfect English.
“I am Boris Anchoukoff.”
“Prince Michael’s servant, eh?”
“That is so. I served my master. He is dead. Now I serve you.”
“It’s very kind of you,” said Anthony. “But I don’t happen to want avalet.”
“You are my master now. I will serve you faithfully.”
“Yes—but—look—here—I don’t need a valet. I can’t afford one.”
Boris Anchoukoff looked at him with a touch of scorn.
“I do not ask for money. I served my master. So will I serve you—to thedeath!”
Stepping quickly forward, he dropped on one knee, caught Anthony’shand and placed it on his forehead. Then he rose swiftly and left the roomas suddenly as he had come.
Anthony stared after him, his face a picture of astonishment68.
“That’s damned odd,” he said to himself. “A faithful sort of dog. Curiousthe instincts these fellows have.”
He rose and paced up and down.
“All the same,” he muttered, “it’s awkward—damned awkward—just atpresent.”
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