CHAPTER XIV
A SUMMONS FROM DR. McMURTRIE
She had risen from the sofa as I entered and was standing in the centre of the room. The neatly cut, close-fitting dress that she was wearing suited her dark beauty to perfection and showed off the lines of her lithe, slender figure. She gave me a curious momentary impression of some sort of graceful wild animal.
"Ah!" she exclaimed softly. "I am glad you weren"t late. I have to go away quite soon."
I took the hand she held out to me. "My dear Sonia," I said, "why didn"t you let me know that you were going to be the visitor?"
"I didn"t know myself," she answered. "The doctor meant to come, but he was called away unexpectedly this afternoon, so he sent me instead.
I have got a letter for you from him." She let go my fingers gently, and picking up her bag which was lying on the table, opened it and took out an envelope.
"Shall I read it now?" I asked.
She nodded.
I slit up the flap and pulled out a folded sheet of foolscap from inside. It was in McMurtrie"s handwriting, but there was no date and no address.
"DEAR MR. NICHOLSON,
"All the necessary arrangements have now been made with regard to your workshop at Tilbury. It is situated on the marshes close to the river, three miles east of the town and a mile to the west of Cunnock Creek.
You can reach it either by the main road which runs half a mile inland, or by walking along the saltings under the sea-wall.
"You cannot mistake the place, as it is an absolutely isolated building, consisting of a small cabin or hut, with a large shed attached for your work. It is not luxurious, but we have at least fitted up the interior of your living-room as comfortably as possible, and you will find in the shed everything that you specified in your list as being necessary for your experiments.
"I should be glad if you would arrange to go down there and start work the day after tomorrow. There is a train from Fenchurch Street to Tilbury at 11.45 in the morning, and if you will catch that I will see that there is a trap to meet you at the station and drive you out along the road as near to the place as it is possible to get. This hardly gives you the full week in London which you wished for, but circ.u.mstances have arisen that make it of great importance to us to be able to place your invention on the market as quickly as possible.
From your own point of view the sooner the work is done the sooner you will be in possession of funds, and so able to make any use of your liberty you choose.
"Sonia has the keys of the building, and will give them you with this letter.
"While you are working at the hut, it will be better, I think, if you stay entirely on the premises. I believe you will find everything you want in the way of food and cooking materials, and you will, of course, take down your own personal belongings with you. In the event of anything you really need having been forgotten, you can always walk into Tilbury, but I should strongly advise you not to do so, except in a case of absolute necessity. Apart from any danger of your being recognized, we are extremely anxious that no one connected with the powder trade should have the least idea that experiments are being conducted with regard to a new explosive. A large part of the immediate value of your invention will consist in its coming on the market as an absolute surprise.
"I have been unexpectedly called away for a few days, but directly I return I shall come down to Tilbury and see you. Should you wish to communicate with me in the interval, you can do so by writing or wiring to me at the Hotel Russell, London, W.C.
"I hope that you have enjoyed your well-earned if rather long-delayed holiday.
"Your sincere friend,
"L.J. McMURTRIE."
I finished reading and slowly refolded the letter.
"You know what this is about, of course, Sonia?" I said.
She nodded again. "They want you to go down there at once. You must do it; you must do everything you are told just at present."
"I ought to be able to manage that," I said grimly. "I"ve had plenty of practice the last three years."
With a swift, silent movement she came up to me and put her hands on my arm. "You must trust me," she said, speaking in that low pa.s.sionate voice of hers. "You know that I love you; you know that I am only waiting for the right time to act. When it comes I will give you a chance such as few men have had--a chance that will mean wealth and freedom and--and--love." She breathed out the last word almost in a whisper, and then, raising her hands to my shoulders, drew down my face and pressed her lips to mine.
I have no dislike to being kissed by a beautiful woman; indeed, on the previous occasion when Sonia had so honoured me I had distinctly enjoyed the experience. This time, however, I felt a trifle uncomfortable. I had a kind of unpleasant sensation that somehow or other I was not quite playing the game.
Still, as I have said elsewhere, an escaped convict cannot afford to be too nice in his emotions, so I returned her kiss with the same readiness and warmth as I had done before. Then, straightening myself, I unlaced her arms from my neck, and looked down smilingly into those strange dark eyes that were turned up to mine.
"I"m a poor sort of host," I said, "but you see I am a little out of training. Won"t you have some tea or anything, Sonia?"
"No, no," she answered quickly. "I don"t want anything. I must go in a minute; I have to meet my father with the car." Then, taking my hand between hers, she added: "Tell me what you have been doing yourself.
Have you seen your cousin--the man who lied about you at the trial? I have been afraid about him; I have been afraid that you would kill him and perhaps be found out."
"There"s no hurry about it," I said. "It"s rather pleasant to have something to look forward to."
"But you have seen him?"
I nodded. "I had the pleasure of walking behind him for a couple of miles yesterday. He looks a little worried, but quite well otherwise."
She laughed softly. "Ah, you can afford to let him wait. And the girl, Joyce? Have you seen her?"
She asked the question quite dispa.s.sionately, and yet in some curious way I had a sudden vague feeling of menace and danger. Anyhow, I lied as readily and instinctively as Ananias.
"No," I said. "George is the only part of my past that interests me now."
I thought I saw the faintest possible expression of satisfaction flicker across her face, but if so it was gone immediately.
"Sonia," I said, "there is a question I want to ask you. Am I developing nerves, or have I really been watched and followed since I came to London?"
She looked at me steadily. "What makes you think so?" she asked.
"Well," I said, "it may be only my imagination, but I have an idea that a gentleman with a scar on his face has been taking a rather affectionate interest in my movements."
For a moment she hesitated; then with a rather scornful little laugh she shrugged her shoulders. "I told them it was unnecessary!" she said.
I crushed down the exclamation that nearly rose to my lips. So the man with the scar _was_ one of McMurtrie"s emissaries, after all, and his dealings with Mr. Bruce Latimer most certainly did concern me. The feeling that I was entangled in some unknown network of evil and mystery came back to me with redoubled force.
"I hope the report was satisfactory," I said lightly.
Sonia nodded. "They only wanted to make certain that you had gone to Edith Terrace. I don"t think you were followed after the first night."
"No," I said, "I don"t think I was." Precisely how much the boot had been on the opposite foot it seemed unnecessary to add.
Sonia walked to the table and again opened her bag. "I mustn"t stay any longer--now," she said. "I have to meet the car at six o"clock.
Here are the keys." She took them out and came across to where I was standing.
"Good-bye, Sonia," I said, taking her hands in mine.