"Sorry to disturb you, Mr Matthews," he said, "but I think you may be able to help me."
"How gratifying!" said Randall. "Let me give you a gla.s.s of sherry."
"Thank you, but I won"t take anything just now. Does the name of Hyde convey anything to you?"
Randall poured himself out a gla.s.s of sherry, and replaced the stopper in the decanter. "Well-parks," he said.
"No."
"Give me time," said Randall, picking up his winegla.s.s. "Stevenson?" he suggested.
"Nothing else, Mr Matthews?" Hannasyde asked, watching him closely.
Randall met the steady gaze with one of his blandest looks. "Well, not just at the moment," he said. "Do you want to pursue the subject? Because if so I"m afraid you"ll have to explain things to me. I don"t seem to be very intelligent this morning."
"You don"t happen to recall having heard your uncle mention that name at any time?" Hannasyde persisted.
Randall continued to look at him over the rim of his winegla.s.s. "No, I can"t say that I do," he replied. He strolled over to a chair, and sat down on the arm of it. "Will you have a cigarette, or a nice game of Blind Man"s Bluff?" he inquired.
Hannasyde accepted the cigarette. "I"m disappointed, Mr Matthews. I hoped that you might be able to throw some light on this little problem. I have been going through your uncle"s Bank books." He struck a match, and held it to the end of his cigarette. "And I find that quite a substantial part of his income has apparently been derived from a person going by the name of John Hyde. Or, possibly, from some business of which Hyde is the representative."
Randall sipped his sherry. Nothing but a faint interest could be read in his face. He said: "When you speak of a substantial part, what precisely do you mean, Superintendent?"
"I haven"t added all the sums together, but at a guess I should say they must amount to something in the region of twelve or thirteen hundred pounds a year."
Randall inclined his head with an expression of mild surprise. "Quite a respectable income," he remarked. "May I ask how it was paid into my uncle"s account?"
"By cheque," replied Hannasyde. "And at regular monthly intervals, though not in regular amounts." He thrust his hand into his inner coat-pocket, and pulled out Gregory Matthews" Pa.s.s-book. "Perhaps you"d like to see for yourself."
"I think I should," said Randall, setting down his winegla.s.s and taking the book.
Silence reigned while Randall went unhurriedly through the book. Then he gave it back to Hannasyde, and said: "I feel quite unable to throw any of the expected light, Superintendent. What are your views on the matter?"
"I don"t know that I have any," answered Hannasyde. "You must remember that I was not acquainted with your uncle. That is why I come to you. I suppose you knew him as well as anybody, Mr Matthews?"
"I haven"t considered the question," said Randall. "Moreover, I believe I told you at the outset of our agreeable dealings with each other that I was not in my uncle"s confidence."
"You did," agreed Hannasyde. "But I can"t help suspecting that you were over-modest. You were the only member of his family, I believe, to whom he imparted his discovery of Mr Lupton"s double life."
"Do you call that a confidence?" inquired Randall. "I thought it was a s.m.u.tty story."
"Well, let us waive the question of confidences, Mr Matthews, and say that there was a bond of sympathy between you," suggested Hannasyde.
As he spoke he caught a glimpse of Randall"s eyes, and experienced a sensation of shock. What the expression in them meant he had no time to decide: it was gone in a flash, but it left him feeling oddly shaken, and with an impression forcibly stamped on his mind that something very unpleasant had suddenly sprung up and as suddenly vanished again.
Then Randall said in his composed drawl: "No, I don"t think there was any bond of sympathy between us. You have possibly been misled by the fact that alone of my family I didn"t quarrel with him."
"Come, Mr Matthews!" said Hannasyde persuasively. "Why can"t you be frank with me? Whether there was sympathy between you or not, I think you know more of him than you have told me. On the question of these cheques from John Hyde, for instance: do you ask me to believe that you, the heir to your uncle"s property, are ignorant of the source of part of his income?"
"No," said Randall, "but it is nevertheless true." He rose and strolled over to the table, and refilled his gla.s.s. "The varying amounts, coupled with the regular appearance of the cheques, would lead one to suppose that my uncle was amusing himself with some business venture which he preferred to keep his name out of. It will probably come to light in due course."
"In fact, you don"t set much store by it, Mr Matthews?"
Randall shrugged. "No, I can"t say that I do. To tell you the truth, I think you are wasting your time in looking for John Hyde. His significance in the case seems to me to be somewhat obscure."
"Quite so," replied Hannasyde. "But when I come across something that calls for an explanation I find it pays to follow it up, however trivial it may appear. I have already made some inquiries into Hyde"s ident.i.ty, both at his Bank and at his only known address."
"I hope such painstaking industry was suitably rewarded?"
"I think it was," said Hannasyde imperturbably. "I find that John Hyde describes himself as an agent, and owns a squalid little house in Gadsby Row, in the City, with a newsagent"s shop attached. The property is apparently let to a man called Brown, who owns the shop, but one room has been retained by Hyde for his own use."
"Indeed?" said Randall.
"The fact that a man who is in a position to make large monetary payments each month should have as his only address an office in a shabby back-street strikes me as being sufficiently unusual to call for further investigation. What do you think, Mr Matthews?"
"That you are wasting your time, my dear Superintendent."
"And when I tell you that John Hyde has not been seen at his office since Tuesday, May 14th?"
Randall had wandered over to where his cigarette-box stood, and his back was momentarily turned to Hannasyde. "Who says that he has not been seen since May 14th?" he asked.
"The man who runs the shop-and I don"t think he was lying."
"It doesn"t seem to me a very valuable piece of information," Randall remarked, coming back to his chair. "He may conceivably be ill, or away."
"Certainly," said Hannasyde. "But there is an elusive quality to Mr John Hyde which needs explaining. There is something more than a little odd about a man who has no home address, Mr Matthews." He got up. "I"m sorry you can"t help me."
"Looking for mares" nests has never been one of my pastimes, Superintendent. May I know whether you have been favoured with a description of your quarry?"
"A very vague one, which might possibly be false."
"How useful! And what was it?"
"A middle-aged man, with an ordinary face. That"s all so far."
"I should give it up, if I were you," said Randall.
"You can hardly expect me to follow that advice," said Hannasyde rather shortly, and took his leave.
But the quest of John Hyde proved to be a singularly thankless task. No one knew him; nor, when Hannasyde and Sergeant Hemingway, armed with a search warrant, visited his office, could any clue to his ident.i.ty be discovered. The office, a dingy room above the shop, contained nothing but a table, a chair, a typewriter, and a safe.
"If this bird"s an agent, what"s become of his samplegoods?" demanded Sergeant Hemingway.
Mr Brown, still in his shirt-sleeves, looked round the bare apartment with vague disquiet. "I never known him go off like this before, and no word said," he muttered. "I seen him Tuesday before last, and I"ll take my dying oath he ain"t been near the place since."
This oft-reiterated statement was borne out to a certain extent by Foster"s Bank. On the 14th May a cheque of Hyde"s for had been presented, made out to Bearer. Questioned, the cashier faithfully described Mr Brown, and added that he had been in the habit of cashing cheques made out by Hyde to Bearer. Mr Brown did not deny it. He stated that Mr Hyde had always employed him to cash his cheques for him, and that he had merely collected the money, and handed it over to Hyde. As it further transpired that he had very often paid in moneys for Hyde there seemed to be no reason for doubting this statement, but why he had been so employed or what his connection with Hyde was there was no getting out of him. He persisted in saying that he didn"t know, he was sure; and that Mr Hyde never told him nothing. When asked whether Hyde ever had visitors he replied sulkily that Hyde did sometimes see people in the way of business, but who they were or where they came from he couldn"t say.
The safe, when opened, disclosed nothing but a half used cheque-book, with every counterfoil blank, and a bundle of share-certificates.
"Well, this is the queerest turn I ever saw in my life!" said the Sergeant. "I"ve heard of people doing a bunk, but I never knew them leave their cheque-books and a tidy Bank balance behind till now. Looks almost as though this bloke had to clear out in the devil"s own hurry, Chief. Something happened after he left this place on the 14th which made him scared stiff to come back."
"But why did he keep his cheque-book in the safe?" demanded Hannasyde. "We know from the Bank that it was the only one he possessed. Most men would carry it about with them, if they"d only got one. Or they"d keep it in a desk at home-not in an office they visit at irregular intervals!"
"You can search me," said the Sergeant. "The point is, where is his home?"
But this was something that the most rigorous inquiry failed to discover. An advertis.e.m.e.nt inserted in the papers asking for any information concerning Hyde produced no results, and an attempt to discover doc.u.ments at his Bank which might give some clue to his ident.i.ty also failed. He kept no doc.u.ments at the Bank.
Sergeant Hemingway, who had a genius for making his fellows confide in him, produced in triumph the chatelaine of No. 11 Gadsby Row, a corpulent lady with a slight beard, who remembered having seen Mr Hyde once when she had popped into Mr Brown"s to buy a paper. She hadn"t happened to look at him particular, for she was pa.s.sing the time of day with Mr Brown, like anyone might, when in he walked, and without a word to no one went straight through the shop into the back parlour. Well, that had struck her as being a funny thing to do, and she had said to Mr Brown, not thinking: "Who"s that?" And she remembered as well as if it had been yesterday him saying: "Oh, that"s only Mr Hyde, that is!" It was a bit hard to say what he"d looked like, because he"d had his hat on, and a pair of them dark spectacles, but he was dressed very gentlemanly, that she would say.
It was not very helpful, but it was the best Sergeant Hemingway could do. No one else in the Row seemed ever to have noticed Hyde, and no shop in the vicinity had been patronised by him.
A watch was set on No. 17 Gadsby Row, and an inquiry made into Mr Brown"s past history. It did not surprise either Hannasyde or the Sergeant to discover that Mr Brown was known to the police, and had done time for fraud seven years previously, but it did surprise them to find that since the date of his release from prison he seemed to have kept out of trouble. Mr Brown, searchingly interrogated by the sceptical Sergeant, a.s.sumed an air of outraged virtue, and said bitterly that he supposed the police had never heard of a man turning over a new leaf, and running straight.
The plain-clothes detectives on the look-out for a middle-aged gentleman in dark spectacles found their task peculiarly dull, and although several middle-aged men visited the shop none of them wore spectacles, and none of them stayed longer than the time it took them to purchase their morning papers, or their packets of cigarettes. The shop was not patronised by men who dressed "very gentlemanly," a circ.u.mstance which made Mr Peel, the younger of the two detectives, take a good deal of interest in one of its customers, a young man whose attire was very gentlemanly indeed, and who came strolling down the street one early afternoon, and went into Mr Brown"s shop.
Mr Brown, who was serving a navvy with a couple of ounces of s.h.a.g, took a fleeting glance at the newcomer but paid no further heed to him until his first customer had pocketed his change, and was about to leave the shop. Then he leaned his hands on the counter, and asked what he might have the pleasure of doing for the foppish young gentleman.
Mr Randall Matthews watched the navvy go out, and produced a shilling from his pocket. "Twenty Players, please," he said.
Mr Brown pushed a packet across the counter, and picked up the shilling.
Randall opened the packet, and drew out one of the cigarettes and lit it. Over the flame of his lighter his eyes sought Mr Brown"s. "Hyde in?" he asked softly.
The guarded look descended like a curtain over Mr Brown"s face. "No," he replied. "Nor I don"t know when he will be."
Randall put his lighter away, and drew out an elegant notecase, and in a leisurely fashion extracted a Bank note that rustled agreeably. "That is a pity," he remarked. "It is important that I should see him."
"I can"t tell you what I don"t know," said Mr Brown, impelled by curiosity to try to see whether the note between Randall"s long fingers was for ten pounds or only five.
"Perhaps I ought to tell you that I am not a policeman," sighed Randall. "Though I believe one of the plainclothes fraternity is wandering about outside."
"Think I don"t know?" said Mr Brown scornfully. "I could tell a busy half a mile off." It dawned on him that his visitor also appeared to possess this useful faculty, and he added with more respect in his voice: "You"d better clear off out of this. I don"t want no more trouble than what I"ve got already, and I tell you straight Mr Hyde ain"t here, nor he hasn"t been near the place for ten days."
"In view of the gentleman outside that hardly surprises me," said Randall. "But I feel sure you could direct me to him-for a consideration."
"Well, I couldn"t," said Mr Brown curtly. "What do you want with him?"
Randall"s slow smile curled his lips. "Do Hyde"s visitors usually confide in you?" he asked.
There was a slight pause. Mr Brown stared frowningly at him, and after a moment said: "Look here, I don"t know no more than you do where Mr Hyde is, and what"s more I"ve had enough of him and his games! You clear off out of this before that busy outside starts smelling round after you, that"s my advice!"
Randall regarded him thoughtfully. "Perhaps," he said, "if I were to leave a letter for him in your charge it would be delivered? Oh, for a consideration, of course!"
Mr Brown cast a hasty glance towards the door of the shop, and said loudly: "Well, it wouldn"t then, because I don"t know where to deliver it! What do you want? What"s your blooming hurry to get hold of Mr Hyde?"
"Oh, I don"t think it"s necessary for you to know that," said Randall. "I just have business with him-ah, somewhat, important business. I wonder if you could use ten pounds?"
"It"s no good, I tell you!" said Mr Brown roughly. "He"s gone-vanished!"
"Yes. Yes, I had grasped that," said Randall. "But you might still be able to use ten pounds."
"How?" demanded Mr Brown involuntarily.
"Oh, quite easily!" said Randall in his nonchalant way. "You can tell me where Hyde keeps his papers."
Mr Brown shook his head with some vigour. "Not me. Besides I don"t know."
Randall dropped his half-smoked cigarette on the floor, and set his heel on it. "How disappointing!" he remarked. "The information would have been worth quite a lot-in hard cash, you understand. While if you happened to be holding any correspondence addressed to Hyde that too would be worth ten pounds, or even more."
"I ain"t got no correspondence," muttered Mr Brown.
"You don"t think I"d keep any letters here with them busies nosing around, do you? Any letters that came-and I don"t say any did, mind you-I burned, and that"s Gospel-truth. I tell you, I"ve had enough of the whole business." He watched Randall restore the Bank-note to his case. The faint crackle of it caused a regretful, covetous gleam to shine in his eyes. He pa.s.sed his tongue between his lips, and said angrily: "How do I know you wouldn"t set the cops on to it, supposing there was anything I could tell you?"
"You don"t," said Randall amiably. "But as you can"t tell me anything that I want to know, that needn"t worry you."
The notecase was shut, and the hand that held it in the act of sliding it back into an inner pocket. Mr Brown cast another glance towards the door, and after a moment"s hesitation leaned slightly forward across the counter, and said in a quick undertone: "I could tell you something about his papers, but it won"t help you. That"s fair warning, ain"t it?"
Randall drew out his notecase once more. "Where are they?" he asked.
"They"re where no one can"t get at them. Nor I don"t know exactly myself, and he may have taken them away with him."
"I"ll risk that," said Randall.
"Well, he kept them in one of them safe-deposits," said Mr Brown reluctantly.
"Of course!" said Randall softly. "Which one?"
"I can"t tell you that. He never said, nor I didn"t ask. I said it wouldn"t do you no good."
"Where did he keep the key?"
"On his watch-chain. Never off it, it wasn"t. I seen it often. That"s all I know, and if it ain"t enough you can"t say I didn"t warn you."
"On his watch-chain," repeated Randall, the smile fading from his lips.
Mr Brown, watching him, thought the look on his face downright ugly, and said uneasily: "It ain"t my fault if you don"t like it. I told you the truth, so help me, and that"s more nor what I ought to have done. What"s it worth-to stop me telling the same to the police?"
"I hardly think that you are anxious to confide in the police," said Randall, "but it is worth-to me-exactly what I said I would pay for it."
Mr Brown held out an eager hand for the note. A smile stole over his unprepossessing countenance. "You wanted to know mighty bad, didn"t you? I hope you"re satisfied, that"s all."
"Quite," said Randall, and flicked the note into his hand.
After a swift glance at it to make sure that it was correct, Mr Brown thrust it into his pocket and cast another of his puzzled looks at Randall. He watched him put his notecase away and draw on one of his gloves, and suddenly said: "I ain"t seen you before, have I?"
"I should think it very unlikely," said Randall.
Mr Brown stroked his chin. "Funny thing, but the minute you come into the shop I got a feeling I had seen you somewhere."