"You"re not joking?" he said. "This is Gospel truth you"re telling me?"
I nodded. "Humour"s a bit out of my line nowadays, Tommy," I answered.
"The Dartmoor climate doesn"t seem to suit it."
"But--but--" he stared for a moment at the card without speaking.
"Well, this beats everything," he exclaimed. "What in G.o.d"s name can Bruce Latimer have to do with your crowd?"
"That," I remarked, "is exactly what I want to find out."
"Find out!" repeated Tommy. "We"ll find out right enough. Do you think he guessed who it was that sent the note?"
"Most likely he did," I said. "I was the nearest person, but in any case he only saw my back. You can"t recognize a man from his back."
Tommy took two or three steps up and down the studio. "_You_ mustn"t go and see him," he said at last--"that"s quite certain. You can"t afford to mix yourself up in a business of this sort."
"No," I said reluctantly, "but all the same I should very much like to know what"s at the bottom of it."
"Suppose I take it on, then?" suggested Tommy.
"What could you say?" I asked.
"I should tell him that it was a friend of mine--an artist who was going abroad the next day--who had seen it happen, and that he"d given me the card and asked me to explain. It"s just possible Latimer would take me into his confidence. He would either have to do that or else pretend that the whole thing was a joke."
"I"m quite sure there was no joke about it," I said. "Whether the chap with the scar belongs to McMurtrie"s crowd or not, I"m as certain as I am that I"m standing here that he drugged that wine. He may not have meant to murder Latimer, but it looks uncommon fishy."
"It looks even fishier than you think," answered Tommy. "I"d forgotten for the moment, when you asked about him, but I remember now that some fellow at the Athenians once told me that Latimer was supposed to be a secret-service man of some kind."
"A secret-service man!" I repeated incredulously. "I didn"t know we went in for such luxuries in this country except in novels. Do you believe it?"
"I didn"t pay much attention at the time--I thought it was probably all rot--but this business--" He stopped, and thrusting his hands into his pockets, again paced slowly up and down the room.
I gave a thoughtful whistle. "By Jove, Tommy!" I said; "if that"s a fact and the gentleman with the scar is really one of our crowd, I seem to have dropped in for a rather promising time--don"t I! I knew I was up against the police, but it"s a sort of cheerful surprise to find that I"m taking on the secret service as well."
Tommy pulled up short. "Look here, Neil!" he said. "I don"t like it; I"m hanged if I do. There"s some rotten dirty work going on somewhere; that"s as plain as a pikestaff. I believe these people are simply using you as a cats-paw. All they want is to get hold of the secret of this new explosive of yours; then as likely as not they"ll hand you over to the police, or else...." he paused. "Well, you"ve seen the sort of crowd they are. It may be all rot about Latimer being in the secret service, but there"s no doubt they tried to poison or drug him last night. Men who will go as far as that wouldn"t stick at getting rid of you if it happened to suit their book."
I nodded. "That"s all true enough, Tommy," I said; "but what am I to do? I took the bargain on, and I"ve no choice now except to go through with it. I can"t walk up to a policeman and say I think Dr. McMurtrie is a dangerous person engaged on some sort of illegal enterprise."
Tommy came up, and laid his hand on my shoulder. "Drop it, Neil; chuck the whole thing and go to America. Joyce has got that eight hundred pounds of yours; and I can easily let you have another two or three.
In six months" time you"ll be able to make as much money as you choose. You"ve had three years of h.e.l.l; what"s the good of running any risks that you can avoid? If there"s the least faintest chance of getting at the truth, you can be certain I"ll do it. Don"t go and smash up all the rest of your life over this cursed business. What does it matter if all the fools in England think you killed Marks?
He deserved to be killed anyway--the swine! Leave them to think, and clear off to some country where you can start fresh and fair again. It doesn"t matter the least where you go to, you"re bound to come to the top."
It was about the longest speech I had ever heard Tommy make, and certainly the most eloquent. For a moment indeed I was almost tempted to take his advice. Then the thought of George and all the complicated suffering that I had been through rose up like a wall across my mind.
"No," I said firmly; "I"m d.a.m.ned if I"ll go. I"ll see this out if it means the end of everything."
As I spoke there came a sharp "ting" from the clock on the mantelpiece, and looking up I saw that it was half-past four. "By Gad, Tommy," I added, "I must go from here, though. I"ve got to be back at Edith Terrace by five o"clock, or I shall miss this mysterious visitor."
"You"re coming back here afterwards?" he asked.
I nodded. "If I can. I haven"t the least notion how long they"ll keep me, but I told Joyce I would come round and let you know what had happened."
"Good," said Tommy. "Don"t be longer than you can help. I"ll get in something to eat, and we"ll all have supper together--you and I and Joyce, and then we can have a good jaw afterwards. There are still tons of things I want to know about."
He thrust his arm through mine and walked with me to the door of the flat.
"By the way, Thomas," I said, "I suppose the police aren"t watching your place, just on the off-chance of my rolling up. They must remember you were rather a particular pal of mine."
"I don"t think so," he answered. "They may have had a man on when you first escaped, but if so he must have got fed up with the job by now.
Don"t you worry in any case. Your guardian angel wouldn"t recognize you in that get up--let alone a policeman."
"If there"s any justice," I said, "my guardian angel got the sack three years ago."
With this irreverent remark, I shook his hand, and walking down the pa.s.sage pa.s.sed out on to the embankment.
Having a good two miles to cover and only five-and-twenty minutes to do it in, it struck me that driving would be the most agreeable method of getting home. I hesitated for a moment between a taxi and a motor bus, deciding in favour of the latter chiefly from motives of sentiment. I had not been on one since my arrest, and besides that the idea of travelling along the streets in open view of the British public rather appealed to me. Since my interview with Tommy I was beginning to feel the most encouraging confidence in McMurtrie"s handiwork.
So, turning up Beaufort Street, I jumped on to a "Red Victoria" at the corner, and making my way upstairs, sat down on one of the front seats. It was the first time I had been down the King"s Road by daylight, and the sight of all the old familiar landmarks was as refreshing as rain in the desert. Twice I caught a glimpse of some one whom I had known in the old days--one man was Murgatroyd, the black and white artist, and the other Doctor O"Hara, the good-natured Irish medico who had once set a broken finger for me. The latter was coming out of his house as we pa.s.sed, and I felt a mischievous longing to jump off the bus and introduce myself to him, just to see what he would do.
At the corner of Sloane Square I had an unexpected and rather dramatic reminder of my celebrity. As we emerged from the King"s Road a procession of five or six sandwich-men suddenly appeared from the direction of Symons Street, shuffling dejectedly along at intervals of a few yards. They were carrying double boards, on which, boldly printed in red-and-black letters, stared the following announcement:
MADAME TUSSAUD"S
MARYLEBONE ROAD
NEIL LYNDON
A LIFELIKE PORTRAIT
I gazed down at them with a sort of fascinated interest. Somehow or other it seemed rather like reading one"s own tombstone, and I couldn"t help wondering whether I was in the main hall or whether I had been dignified with an eligible site in the Chamber of Horrors. If it hadn"t been for my appointment I should most certainly have taken a cab straight up to Marylebone Road in order to find out.
Promising myself that treat on the morrow, I stuck to my seat, and at ten minutes to five by the station clock we drew up outside Victoria.
I got off and walked briskly along to Edith Terrace. Turning the corner of the street, I observed the figure of Miss Gertie "Uggins leaning against the front railings, apparently engaged in conversation with an errand boy on the other side of the road. As soon as she recognized me she dived down the area steps, reappearing at the front door just as I reached the house.
"I was watchin" for yer," she remarked in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "There"s summun wants to see yer in there." She jerked her thumb towards the sitting-room. "It"s a lidy," she added.
"A lady!" I said. "What sort of a lady?"
"Ow! A reel lidy. She"s got a lovely "at."
"Is she young and dark and rather nice to look at?" I asked.
Gertie nodded. "That"s "er. She wouldn"t give no nime, but that"s "er right enough."
I didn"t wait to ask any more questions, but putting down my hat on the hall table, I walked up to the sitting-room and tapped lightly on the door.
"Come in," called out a voice.
I turned the handle, and the next moment I was face to face with Sonia.