The Pauper of Park Lane Part 11

His whole body trembled as he sank into his writing-chair, and, leaning his elbows upon the desk, he buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

Yes; he, the hard-headed financier, whose influence was felt in every corner of the world, the man who controlled millions and who loaned great sums to certain of the rulers of Europe, sobbed aloud.

"Ah!" he cried to himself, "I was a fool when I disbelieved them. I thought that blackmail was their object in telling me the story of how that man was alive and had been seen. Therefore I only laughed at them and took no precaution. Ah! I was a fool, and my foolishness must end fatally. There is no way out of it for me--only death. I've been a fool--a confounded fool. I ought to have made certain; I ought not to have taken any risk. I'm wiser now than I was then. Age has brought me wisdom as well as destroying my belief in the honesty of men and the loyalty of friends"; and as he sighed heavily, his brow still bent upon his hand, he touched the bell, and old Levi appeared.

"Levi," he said, in a low unusual voice, "go quietly to that window and, without attracting attention, look outside at a man opposite."

The faithful old servant, somewhat surprised at these rather unusual instructions, walked stealthily to the window and peered through the lace insertion of the _brise-brise_.

Scarcely had he done so than, with a cry, he withdrew, and facing his master, stood staring at him.

"Did you see anyone, Levi?" asked his master, raising his head suddenly.

"Yes," was the hoa.r.s.e whisper of the man who stood there, white-faced in fear. "It's him! I--I thought you said he was dead."

"No; he isn't! He's there in the flesh."

"And what are we to do?"

"What can we do? He recognised me a moment ago, and he's watching the house."

"Which means that you had better leave England for a considerable time."

"What!" cried Statham, in quick reproof. "What--run away? Never!"

"But--well, in the circ.u.mstances, don't you scent danger--a very grave danger?" asked the old servant whose devotion to his master had always been so marked.

"When I am threatened I always face my accuser. I shall do so now," was the great man's calm reply, even though it were in absolute contradiction to his att.i.tude only a few moments before. Perhaps it was that he did not wish old Levi to know his fear.

"But--but that can only result in disaster," remarked the old servant, who never addressed his master as "sir"--the pair were on too intimate terms for that. "If I might presume to advise, I think--"

"No, Levi," snapped the other; "you haven't any right to give advice in this affair. I know my own business best, surely?"

"And that man knows as much as you do--and more."

"They told me he was alive, and I--fool that I was--disbelieved them!"

the old millionaire cried. "And there he is now, watching outside like a terrier outside a rat-hole. And I'm the rat, Levi--caught in my own trap!"

"Is there no way out of this?" asked the other. "Surely you can escape if you so desire--get away to America, or to the Continent."

"And what's the use. He'd follow. And even if he didn't, think of what he can tell if he goes to the police."

"Yes; he could tell sufficient to cause Statham Brothers to close their doors--eh?" remarked the old servant very seriously.

"That's just it. I've been a confounded idiot. Rolfe warned me only the other day that the fellow was in London, but I said I wouldn't believe him until I saw the man with my own eyes. To-day I have actually seen him, and there can be no mistake. He's the man that--that I--"

His sentence remained unfinished, for he sank into his chair and groaned, covered his face again with his hands in an att.i.tude of deep remorse, while Levi stood by watching in silence.

"Rolfe could help you in this matter," the man exclaimed at last.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. I sent him yesterday to Belgrade, but last night he telephoned that he had lost the train."

"Then he may have left at nine o'clock this morning?"

"Most probably."

"Then you must recall him by wire."

"No telegram can reach him till he gets to Servia, for I don't know whether he's gone from Ostend or Paris."

"They'd know in the City. Why not ask them?"

"No; they wouldn't know."

"Why?"

"Because Rolfe had with him a big sum in German notes and a quant.i.ty of securities belonging to the National Bank of Servia. In that case he would not let anyone know his route, for fear of thieves. It is one of my strictest orders to him. Why he lost the train last night I can't tell."

"Well, it's a thousand pities we can't get at him, for he's the only man to help you out--of this difficulty."

"Yes; I quite agree. That shabby, down-at-heel man waiting outside is my master, Levi--the master of Statham Ltd. My future is in his hands!"

He had raised his head, and sat staring at the beautiful picture upon the wall before him, the picture with its wonderful tints which had been copied in a hundred different places.

His countenance was haggard and drawn, and in his eyes was a look of unspeakable terror, as though he were looking into his own grave, as indeed at that moment he was.

The sombre melancholy-looking Levi stood watching for a moment, and then, creeping to the window, looked out into the sunshine of Park Lane.

The ragged tramp was still there, idling against the railings, and smoking a short, dirty pipe quite unconcernedly. He was watching for the re-appearance of that white, startled face at the window--the face of the great Samuel Statham. "He's still outside, I suppose?" queried the man at the other end of the room.

Levi replied in the affirmative, whereat old Samuel clenched his teeth and muttered something which sounded like an oration. He was condemning himself for his disbelief in his secretary's warnings.

"Had I listened to him I could easily have saved myself--I could have prevented him from coming here," he said in a meaning voice.

"Yes; it would not have been difficult to have prevented this. After what has occurred that blackguard has no right to live."

"Aha! then you believe me, Levi?" cried the wretched man. "You do not blame me?" he asked, anxiously.

"He was to blame--not you."

"Then I was right in acting as I did, you think--right to protect my interests."

"You were right in your self-defence," the man answered, somewhat grey, sphinx-like, for Levi was a man whose thoughts one could never read from his thin, grey, expressionless face. "But you were injudicious when you disregarded Rolfe's warning."

"I thought he had his own interests to serve," was Statham's reply.

"Frankly, you believed it to be an attempt at blackmail. I quite follow you. But do you think Rolfe would be guilty of such a thing?"