The Secret Of Chimneys Part 20

'd.a.m.n the fellow!' he exclaimed wrathfully. 'He's escaped. I've been hunting all over the place. Not a sign of him.'

'Cheer up, Bill,' said Virginia, 'better luck next time.'

'Well,' said Lord Caterham, 'what do you think we'd better do now? Go back to bed? I can't get hold of Badgworthy at this time of night. Tredwell, you know the sort of thing that's necessary. Just see to it, will you?'

'Very good, my lord.'

With a sigh of relief, Lord Caterham prepared to retreat. 'That beggar, Isaacstein, sleeps soundly,' he remarked, with a touch of envy. 'You'd have thought all this row would have brought him down.' He looked across at Mr Fish. 'You found time to dress, I see,' he added.

'I flung on a few articles of clothing, yes,' admitted the American.

'Very sensible of you,' said Lord Caterham. 'd.a.m.ned chilly things, pyjamas.'

He yawned. In a rather depressed mood, the house party retired to bed.

Chapter 18.

SECOND MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE.

The first person that Anthony saw as he alighted from his train on the following afternoon was Superintendent Battle. His face broke into a smile.

'I've returned according to contract,' he remarked. 'Did you come down here to a.s.sure yourself of the fact?'

Battle shook his head.

'I wasn't worrying about that, Mr Cade. I happen to be going to London, that's all.'

'You have such a trustful nature, Battle.'

'Do you think so, sir?'

'No. I think you're deep - very deep. Still waters, you know, and all that sort of thing. So you're going to London?'

'I am, Mr Cade.'

'I wonder why.'

The detective did not reply.

'You're so chatty,' remarked Anthony. 'That's what I like about you.'

A far-off twinkle showed in Battle's eyes.

'What about your own little job, Mr Cade?' he inquired. 'How did that get off?'

'I've drawn blank, Battle. For the second time I've been proved hopelessly wrong. Galling, isn't it?'

'What was the idea, sir, if I may ask?'

'I suspected the French governess, Battle. A: upon the grounds of her being the most unlikely person, according to the canons of the best fiction. B: because there was a light in her room on the night of the tragedy.'

'That wasn't much to go upon.'

'You are quite right. It was not. But I discovered that she had only been here a short time, and I also found a suspicious Frenchman spying round the place. You know all about him, I suppose?'

'You mean the man who calls himself, M. Ch.e.l.les? Staying at the Cricketers? A traveller in silk.'

'That's it, is it? What about him? What does Scotland Yard think?'

'His actions have been suspicious,' said Superintendent Battle expressionlessly.

'Very suspicious, I should say. Well, I put two and two together. French governess in the house, French stranger out-side. I decided that they were in league together, and I hurried off to interview the lady with whom Mademoiselle Brun had lived for the last ten years. I was fully prepared to find that she had never heard of any such person as Mademoiselle Brun, but I was wrong, Battle. Mademoiselle is the genuine article.'

Battle nodded.

'I must admit,' said Anthony, 'that as soon as I spoke to her I had an uneasy conviction that I was barking up the wrong tree. She seemed so absolutely the governess.'

Again Battle nodded.

'All the same, Mr Cade, you can't always go by that. Women especially can do a lot with make-up. I've seen quite a pretty girl with the colour of her hair altered, a sallow complexion stain, slightly reddened eyelids and, most efficacious of all, dowdy clothes, who would fail to be identified by nine people out of ten who had seen her in her former character. Men haven't got quite the same pull. You can do something with the eyebrows, and of course different sets of false teeth alter the whole expression. But there are always the ears - there's an extraordinary lot of character in ears, Mr Cade.'

'Don't look so hard at mine, Battle,' complained Anthony. 'You make me quite nervous.'

'I'm not talking of false beards and grease-paint,' continued the superintendent. 'That's only for books. No, there are very few men who can escape identification and put it over on you. In fact there's only one man I know who has a positive genius for impersonation. King Victor. Ever heard of King Victor, Mr Cade?'

There was something so sharp and sudden about the way the detective put the question that Anthony checked the words that were rising to his lips.

'King Victor?' he said reflectively instead. 'Somehow, I seem to have heard the name.'

'One of the most celebrated jewel thieves in the world. Irish father, French mother. Can speak five languages at least. He's been serving a sentence, but his time was up a few months ago.'

'Really? And where is he supposed to be now?'

'Well, Mr Cade, that's what we'd rather like to know.'

'The plot thickens,' said Anthony lightly. 'No chance of his turning up here, is there? But I suppose he wouldn't be interested in political memoirs - only in jewels.'

'There's no saying,' said Superintendent Battle. For all we know, he may be here already.'

'Disguised as the second footman? Splendid. You'll recognize him by his ears and cover yourself with glory.'

'Quite fond of your little joke, aren't you, Mr Cade? By the way, what do you think of that curious business at Staines?'

'Staines?' said Anthony. 'What's been happening at Staines?'

'It was in Sat.u.r.day's papers. I thought you might have seen about it. Man found by the roadside shot. A foreigner. It was in the paper again today, of course.'

'I did see something about it,' said Anthony carelessly. 'Not suicide, apparently.'

'No. There was no weapon. As yet the man hasn't been identified.'

'You seem very interested,' said Anthony, smiling. 'No connection with Prince Michael's death, is there?'

His hand was quite steady. So were his eyes. Was it his fancy that Superintendent Battle was looking at him with peculiar intentness?

'Seems to be quite an epidemic of that sort of thing,' said Battle. 'But, well, I dare say there's nothing in it.'

He turned away, beckoning to a porter as the London train came thundering in. Anthony drew a faint sigh of relief. He strolled across the park in an unusually thoughtful mood. He purposely chose to approach the house from the same direction as that from which he had come on the fateful Thursday night, and as he drew near to it he looked up at the windows, cudgelling his brains to make sure of the one where he had seen the light. Was he quite sure that it was the second from the end?

And, doing so, he made a discovery. There was an angle at the corner of the house in which was a window set farther back. Standing on one spot, you counted this window as the first, and the first one built out over the council chamber as the second, but move a few yards to the right and the part built out over the council chamber appeared to be the end of the house. The first window was invisible, and the two windows of the rooms over the council chamber would have appeared the first and second from the end. Where exactly had he been standing when he had seen the light flash up?

Anthony found the question very hard to determine. A matter of a yard or so made all the difference. But one point was made abundantly clear. It was quite possible that he had been mistaken in describing the light as occurring in the second room from the end. It might equally well have been the third.

Now who occupied the third room? Anthony was determined to find that out as soon as possible. Fortune favoured him. In the hall Tredwell had just set the ma.s.sive silver urn in its place on the tea-tray. n.o.body else was there.

'Hullo, Tredwell,' said Anthony. 'I wanted to ask you something. Who has the third room from the end on the west side? Over the council chamber, I mean.'

Tredwell reflected for a minute or two.

'That would be the American gentleman's room, sir. Mr Fish.'

'Oh, is it? Thank you.'

'Not at all, sir.'

Tredwell prepared to depart, then paused. The desire to be the first to impart news makes even pontifical buffers human.

'Perhaps you have heard, sir, of what occurred last night?'

'Not a word,' said Anthony. 'What did occur last night?'

'An attempt at robbery, sir!'

'Not really? Was anything taken?'

'No, sir. The thieves were dismantling the suits of armour in the council chamber when they were surprised and forced to flee. Unfortunately they got clear away.'

'That's very extraordinary,' said Anthony. 'The council chamber again. Did they break in that way?'

'It is supposed, sir, that they forced the window.'

Satisfied with the interest his information had aroused, Tredwell resumed his retreat, but brought up short with a dignified apology.

'I beg your pardon, sir. I didn't hear you come in, and I didn't know you were standing just behind me.'

Mr Isaacstein, who had been the victim of the impact, waved his hand in a friendly fashion.

'No harm done, my good fellow. I a.s.sure you no harm done.'

Tredwell retired looking contemptuous, and Isaacstein came forward and dropped into an easy-chair.

'Hullo, Cade, so you're back again. Been hearing all about last night's little show?'

'Yes,' said Anthony. 'Rather an exciting weekend, isn't it?'

'I should imagine that last night was the work of local men,' said Isaacstein. 'It seems a clumsy, amateurish affair.'

'Is there anyone about here who collects armour?' asked Anthony. 'It seems a curious thing to elect.'

'Very curious,' agreed Mr Isaacstein. He paused a minute, and then said slowly: 'The whole position here is very unfortunate.'

There was something almost menacing in his tone.

'I don't quite understand,' said Anthony.

'Why are we all being kept here in this way? The inquest was over yesterday. The Prince's body will be removed to London, where it is being given out that he died of heart failure. And still n.o.body is allowed to leave the house. Mr Lomax knows no more than I do. He refers me to Superintendent Battle.'

'Superintendent Battle has something up his sleeve,' said Anthony thoughtfully. 'And it seems the essence of his plan that n.o.body should leave.'

'But, excuse me, Mr Cade, you have been away.'

'With a string tied to my leg. I've no doubt that I was shadowed the whole time. I shouldn't have been given a chance of disposing of the revolver or anything of that kind.'

'Ah, the revolver,' said Isaacstein thoughtfully. 'That has not yet been found, I think?'

'Not yet.'

'Possibly thrown into the lake in pa.s.sing.'

'Very possibly.'

'Where is Superintendent Battle? I have not seen him this afternoon.'

'He's gone to London. I met him at the station.'

'Gone to London? Really? Did he say when he would be back?'

'Early tomorrow, so I understand.'

Virginia came in with Lord Caterham and Mr Fish. She smiled a welcome at Anthony.

'So you're back, Mr Cade. Have you heard all about our adventures last night?'