"She tumbled to it, eh?" said Clara. "Has she put the splits on you?"
"I shouldn"t think so," said Bertha, throwing off her coat and her hat, and patting her hair. "I got away too quickly, and I came on by the car."
"Will he report it to the police?"
"He"s not that kind. Doesn"t it make you mad, Clara, to think that that fool has a million to spend? Do you know what he"s done? Made perhaps a hundred thousand pounds in a couple of days! Wouldn"t that rile you?"
They discussed Bones in terms equally unflattering. They likened Bones to all representatives of the animal world whose characteristics are extreme foolishness, but at last they came into a saner, calmer frame of mind.
Miss Clara Stegg seated herself on the frowsy sofa--indispensable to a Pimlico furnished flat--and, with her elbow on one palm and her chin on another, reviewed the situation. She was the brains of a little combination which had done so much to distress and annoy susceptible financiers in the City of London. (The record of the Stegg sisters may be read by the curious, or, at any rate, by as many of the curious as have the _entree_ to the Record Department of Scotland Yard.)
The Steggs specialised in finance, and operated exclusively in high financial circles. There was not a fluctuation of the market which Miss Clara Stegg did not note; and when Rubber soared sky-high, or Steel Preferred sagged listlessly, she knew just who was going to be affected, and just how approachable they were.
During the War the Stegg sisters had opened a new department, so to speak, dealing with Government contracts, and the things which they knew about the incomes of Government contractors the average surveyor of taxes would have given money to learn.
"It was my mistake, Bertha," she said at last, "though in a sense it wasn"t. I tried him simply, because he"s simple. If you work something complicated on a fellow like that, you"re pretty certain to get him guessing."
She went out of the room, and presently returned with four ordinary exercise-books, one of which she opened at a place where a page was covered with fine writing, and that facing was concealed by a sheet of letter-paper which had been pasted on to it. The letter-paper bore the embossed heading of Schemes Limited, the epistle had reference to a request for an autograph which Bones had most graciously granted.
The elder woman looked at the signature, biting her nether lip.
"It is almost too late now. What is the time?" she asked.
"Half-past three," replied her sister.
Miss Stegg shook her head.
"The banks are closed, and, anyway----"
She carried the book to a table, took a sheet of paper and a pen, and, after a close study of Bones"s signature, she wrote it, at first awkwardly, then, after about a dozen attempts, she produced a copy which it was difficult to tell apart from the original.
"Really, Clara, you"re a wonder," said her sister admiringly.
Clara made no reply. She sat biting the end of the pen.
"I hate the idea of getting out of London and leaving him with all that money, Bertha," she said. "I wonder----" She turned to her sister.
"Go out and get all the evening newspapers," she said. "There"s bound to be something about him, and I might get an idea."
There was much about Bones in the papers the younger girl brought, and in one of these journals there was quite an important interview, which gave a sketch of Bones"s life, his character, and his general appearance. Clara read this interview very carefully.
"It says he"s spent a million, but I know that"s a lie," she said.
"I"ve been watching that jute deal for a long time, and it"s nearer half the sum." She frowned. "I wonder----" she said.
"Wonder what?" asked the younger girl impatiently. "What"s the good of wondering? The only thing we can do is to clear out."
Again Clara went from the room and came back with an armful of doc.u.ments. These she laid on the table, and the girl, looking down, saw that they were for the main part blank contracts. Clara turned them over and over until at last she came to one headed "Ministry of Supplies."
"This"d be the form," she said. "It is the same that Stevenhowe had."
She was mentioning the name of a middle-aged man, who, quite unwittingly and most unwillingly, had contributed to her very handsome bank balance. She scanned the clauses through, and then flung down the contract in disgust.
"There"s nothing mentioned about a deposit," she said, "and, anyway, I doubt very much whether I could get it back, even on his signature."
A quarter of an hour later Miss Clara Stegg took up the contract again and read the closely-printed clauses very carefully. When she had finished she said:
"I just hate the idea of that fellow making money."
"You"ve said that before," said her sister tartly.
At six o"clock that evening Bones went home. At nine o"clock he was sitting in his sitting-room in Clarges Street--a wonderful place, though small, of Eastern hangings and subdued lights--when Hamilton burst in upon him; and Bones hastily concealed the poem he was writing and thrust it under his blotting-pad. It was a good poem and going well.
It began:
How very sweet Is Marguerite!
And Bones was, not unreasonably, annoyed at this interruption to his muse.
As to Hamilton, he was looking ill.
"Bones," said Hamilton quietly, "I"ve had a telegram from my pal in Dundee. Shall I read it?"
"Dear old thing," said Bones, with an irritated "tut-tut," "really, dear old creature, at this time of night--your friends in Dundee--really, my dear old boy----"
"Shall I read it?" said Hamilton, with sinister calm.
"By all means, by all means," said Bones, waving an airy hand and sitting back with resignation written on every line of his countenance.
"Here it is," said Hamilton. "It begins "Urgent.""
"That means he"s in a devil of a hurry, old thing," said Bones, nodding.
"And it goes on to say," said Hamilton, ignoring the interruption.
""Your purchase at the present price of jute is disastrous. Jute will never again touch the figure at which your friend tendered, Ministry have been trying to find a mug for years to buy their jute, half of which is spoilt by bad warehousing, as I could have told you, and I reckon you have made a loss of exactly half the amount you have paid.""
Bones had opened his eyes and was sitting up.
"Dear old Job"s comforter," he said huskily.
"Wait a bit," said Hamilton, "I haven"t finished yet," and went on: ""Strongly advise you cancel your sale in terms of Clause 7 Ministry contract." That"s all," said Hamilton.
"Oh, yes," said Bones feebly, as he ran his finger inside his collar, "that"s all!"
"What do you think, Bones?" said Hamilton gently.
"Well, dear old cloud on the horizon," said Bones, clasping his bony knee, "it looks remarkably like serious trouble for B. Ones, Esquire.
It does indeed. Of course," he said, "you"re not in this, old Ham.
This was a private speculation----"
"Rot!" said Hamilton contemptuously. "You"re never going to try a dirty trick like that on me? Of course I"m in it. If you"re in it, I"m in it."