CHAPTER XVI
CONFRONTING THE INTRUDER
The discovery was a beautifully unexpected one, but I was getting used to surprises by this time. I bobbed down at once behind the sea-wall, and crouched there for a moment wondering what was the best thing to do. After what I had found out it seemed hardly probable that Latimer could be there in the capacity of McMurtrie"s caretaker; but if not, how on earth had he hit upon the place, and what was he doing prowling about inside it?
Raising myself up again with extreme care I had another look through the gra.s.s. Latimer had left the building and was stooping down in front of the door of the shed, his attention being obviously concentrated on the lock. I was rather a long way off, but as far as I could see he appeared to be trying to slip back the bolt with the aid of a piece of wire.
I think that decided me. However dangerous it might be to show myself, it seemed still more risky to allow some one of whose motives I was at present completely ignorant to inspect my future workshop. Almost before I realized what I was doing I had slipped over the bank and dropped down on to the marsh.
The slight noise I made must have reached Latimer"s ears, for he wheeled round with amazing promptness. At the same instant his right hand travelled swiftly into the side pocket of his coat--a gesture which I found sufficiently illuminating in view of what I was carrying myself in a similar place. When he saw how far off I was he seemed to hesitate for a moment; then pulling out a case he coolly and deliberately lit himself a cigarette, and after taking a quick glance round started to stroll slowly towards me. I noticed that he still kept his hand in his side pocket.
My mind was working pretty rapidly as we approached each other. What would happen seemed to me to depend chiefly upon whether Latimer had seen me in the restaurant, and had guessed that it was I who had sent him the message. If not, it struck me that he must be wondering rather badly who I was and what connection I had with the hut.
When we were still twenty yards apart he pulled up and waited for me, smoking his cigarette with every appearance of tranquil enjoyment.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said in a pleasant, lazy voice, "but I wonder if you could tell me who this building belongs to?"
I came to a halt right in front of him. "Well," I replied boldly, "until I saw you coming out of the door just now I was under the impression that I was the legal tenant."
He smiled, and taking off his hat made me a slight bow.
"I must really beg your pardon," he said. "I was trespa.s.sing shamelessly. The fact of the matter is that I am acting on behalf of the District Surveyor, and finding the door open and being unable to get any answer, I took the liberty of looking inside."
If ever in my life I felt confident that a man was telling me a lie it was at that moment, but my belief was certainly due to no fault of Mr.
Latimer"s. He spoke with a coolness and an apparent candour that would have done credit to a Cabinet Minister.
"The District Surveyor!" I repeated. "And what does that distinguished person want with me?"
Mr. Latimer made a gesture towards the hut with his disengaged hand.
"It"s nothing of any real importance," he said, "but you appear to have been making some slight alterations here. This wooden building--"
"It"s only a temporary structure," I interrupted.
He nodded. "Quite so. Still there are certain bye-laws which we have to see attended to. The Surveyor happened to notice it the other day when he was pa.s.sing, and he asked me to find out the exact purpose it was intended for. We are bound to make some restrictions about wooden buildings on account of the extra chance of their catching fire."
The idea of the District Surveyor being seriously perturbed over the possibility of my being roasted alive struck me as rather improbable, but I was careful not to give any impression of doubting the statement.
"As a matter of fact," I said, "there is no chance of a tragedy of that sort. I have taken the place to make a few experiments in connection with photography. The stuff I am using is quite uninflammable."
All the time I was speaking I was watching him carefully to see if I could detect the least sign of his recognizing me. For any such indication, however, we might have been utter strangers.
He accepted my falsehood as politely as I had received his.
"Well, in that case," he said, with a smile, "there is really no need for me to bother you any further. I will tell the Surveyor that you are a strictly law-abiding citizen. Meanwhile"--he stepped back and again raised his hat--"let me apologize once more for having broken into your place."
Whether there was any deliberate irony in his remark I was unable to guess; his manner at all events gave no hint of it.
"You needn"t apologize," I returned artlessly. "It was my own fault for leaving the door open."
I thought I saw the faintest possible quiver at the corner of his lips, but if so it was gone again at once.
"Yes," he said gravely. "You will find it safer to keep the place locked up. Good-day, sir."
"Good-day," I replied, and turning deliberately away from him I sauntered off towards the hut.
I did not look round until I had reached the door; and even then I made a pretence of dropping my keys and stooping to pick them up. The precaution, however, seemed a little superfluous. Mr. Latimer was some thirty or forty yards away, walking inland across the marsh in the direction of Tilbury. I couldn"t help wondering whether he had noticed the mast of the _Betty_, which was just visible in the distance, sticking up demurely above the bank of the creek.
I stepped inside the hut--it was really little more than a hut--and closed the door. The first impression I received was one of being back in my prison cell. The only light in the place filtered in through a tiny and very dirty window, which looked out in the direction that Latimer had taken. For the rest, as soon as my eyes were used to the gloom, I made out a camp bed with blankets on it, a small wooden table and chair, a jug and basin, and in the farther corner of the room a miscellaneous collection of cooking and eating utensils. There was also a large wooden box which I imagined to contain food.
I took in all this practically at a glance, for my mind was still too occupied with my late visitor to trouble much about anything else.
I sat down on the bed and tried to think out the situation clearly.
There could be no doubt that Latimer had been spying on the place, if such an unpleasant word could be applied to a gentleman who was supposed to be in Government service. The question was, what did he suspect? I had pretty good evidence that he was up against McMurtrie and the others in some shape or other, and presumably it was on account of my connection with them that I had been favoured with his attentions. Still, this didn"t seem to make the situation any the more cheerful for me. If Latimer was really a secret-service man, as some one had told Tommy, it stood to reason that I must be a.s.sisting in some particularly shady and dangerous sort of enterprise. I had no special objection to this from the moral point of view, but on the other hand I certainly didn"t want to throw away my hardly-won liberty before I had had the satisfaction of settling accounts with George.
I debated with myself whether it would be best to let McMurtrie know that the place was being watched. To a certain extent his interests in the matter seemed to be identical with mine, but my mistrust of him was still strong enough to make me hesitate. Beyond his bare word and that of Sonia I had no proof as yet that he intended to play straight with me.
One thing appeared certain, and that was that Latimer had failed to recognize me as the man who had sent him the warning at Parelli"s. In a way this gave me an advantage, but it was a forlorn enough sort of advantage in view of the unknown dangers by which I was surrounded.
I got up off the bed, feeling anything but comfortable, and going to the door had another look round. Latimer had disappeared behind the thin belt of trees that fringed the Tilbury road, and so far as I could see there was no one else about. Getting out my keys, I walked along to the shed and opened the door.
If my living accommodation was a trifle crude, McMurtrie had certainly made up for it here. He had evidently carried out my instructions with the most minute care and an absolute disregard for expense. Lead tanks, sinks, chemicals, an adequate water supply in the shape of a pump--everything I had asked for seemed to have been provided. I looked round the large, clean, well-lighted place with a sensation of intense satisfaction. The mere sight of all these preparations made me ache to begin work, for I was consumed with the impatience that any inventor would feel who had been compelled to leave a big discovery on the very verge of completion.
Coming out, I closed the door again, and carefully turned the key behind me. Then walking back to the hut I locked that up as well. I hadn"t the faintest belief in Latimer"s story about finding the place open, and apart from making things safe I certainly didn"t want to leave any traces of my surprise visit. From what I knew of McMurtrie I felt sure that he had left somebody in charge, and that in all probability Latimer had merely taken advantage of their temporary absence.
After a last glance all round, to make sure that the coast was still clear, I walked rapidly down to the sea-wall and scrambled up on to the top. The tide had risen a bit, but there was just room to get along, so jumping down I set off on my return journey.
There was something very cheering and rea.s.suring in the sight of the _Betty_ riding easily at her anchor, as I made my way round the mouth of the creek. Tommy and Joyce were both on deck: the former in his shirt-sleeves, swabbing down his new paint with a wet mop. Directly he saw me he abandoned the job to Joyce, and with a wave of his hand proceeded to get out the dinghy. A minute later he was pulling for the sh.o.r.e.
"All serene?" he inquired calmly, as he ran the boat up to where I was standing.
"Yes," I said. "We needn"t hurry; there"s no one chasing me." Then pushing her off the mud I jumped in. "I"ll tell you the news," I added, "when we get on board."
We headed off for the _Betty_, and as we came alongside and I handed up the painter to Joyce, I felt rather like the raven must have done when he returned to the Ark. As far as peace and security were concerned, my outside world seemed to be almost as unsatisfactory as his.
"How have you got on?" demanded Joyce eagerly.
I climbed up on to the deck.
"I"ve had quite an interesting time," I said. Then I paused and looked round the boat. "Is Mr. Gow back?" I inquired.
Tommy shook his head. "Not yet. I expect he"s blueing some of that fiver in antic.i.p.ation."
"Come and sit down, then," I said, "and I"ll tell you all about it."
They both seated themselves beside me on the edge of the well, and in as few words as possible I let them have the full story of my adventures. At the first mention of Latimer"s name Tommy indulged in a low whistle, but except for that non-committal comment they listened to me in silence.
Joyce was the first to speak when I had finished.