"Got your "bark," doctor, and got your "bite" as well!" he said, as he rose to his feet. "You"d have put a bullet through me at the first word, wouldn"t you, but for that little "bluff" of suspecting and arresting another man? Captain, look to Miss Comstock-I think she has fainted. You wanted the murderer of Mrs. Comstock and her children, didn"t you? Well, here he is, the rascal!"
"Good G.o.d! Then it-it"s not a mistake? You mean it-mean it? And Uncle Phil! You accuse Uncle Phil?"
"Uncle Nothing!" flung back Cleek with a sort of laugh-and, hazarding a guess which afterwards was proved to be the truth-"I"ll lay my life, Captain, that when you apply to the Australian authorities you will find that old Mr. Philip Harmstead is in his grave; that he was attended in his last illness by one Dr. Frederick Finch, to whom his fortune would revert in the event of Mrs. Comstock and her children dying. Finch is the fellow"s name-isn"t it, doctor, eh?"
"Finch?" repeated the Captain. "Good Heaven! Why that was the name of the woman who was old Mr. Harmstead"s housekeeper-you know, the widow I told you about to-night."
"Oho!" said Cleek. "That"s possibly where the threads join and this little game begins. Or perhaps it may really be said to begin again where Shorty, the chemist, died, and the celebrated Spofford mystery ended-eh, doctor? Look here, Captain, look here, Mr. Narkom, you remember what I told you this morning about that case in New Zealand which so strongly resembled this one? That was the Spofford mystery. Do you remember what I said about hitting upon a theory and offering it to the medical fraternity, only to get laughed at for my pains? Well, it was to this man, Dr. Frederick Finch, I advanced that theory, and it was Dr. Frederick Finch who jeered at it, but has now made deadly use of it, the hound. Do you want to know how he killed his victims, and what he used? Look at this thing that you saw me take from the pocket of his dressing-gown. It is a hypodermic syringe, but there is nothing in it-there never has been anything in it. Air was his poison-air his shaft of death; and he killed by injecting it into the veins of his victims. The result of air coming into contact with the circulating blood of a human being is the formation of a blood-clot, and death is instantaneous the instant the clot reaches either the brain or the heart! That was his method. But thank G.o.d it"s done with for ever now, and the next tenth day of the month will pa.s.s over this stricken family and leave it unscathed!"
"How did I know the man?" said Cleek, answering Narkom"s query, as they came down the Tor-side afoot and forged on in the direction of Lyntonhurst Old Church-whither Captain Morford and the limousine had long ago preceded them-with the low-dropped sun behind them and lengthening shadows streaming on before. "Well, as a matter of fact, I never did know him until I actually touched him. I was certain of the method, of course; but the man-no. I got my first suspicion of "Uncle Phil" when I heard him speak. I knew I had heard that voice somewhere, and I realised that it was much too young a voice for a man who appeared-and must be, if he were the real "Uncle Phil"-extremely old; but it was only when I saw his hand, and the peculiar knotted and twisted little finger that I really knew who he was. What"s that? The soap? Well, of course I knew that if, as I suspected, someone in the house was the real culprit, an attempt would be made to make it look as though the criminal entered from without, so naturally the window would be opened, and something of some sort would be smeared on the sill-something that wouldn"t blow away and wouldn"t wash off in the event of a sudden rainstorm coming up. Soap would do-and soap is always handy in a bedroom. I knew whose hand had made the smear as soon as I looked at the cake of soap in "Uncle Phil"s" room-it was badly rubbed on one side where it had been sc.r.a.ped over the stone coping and along the outer edge of the sill where-Pardon me: this is the turning-I leave you here. Pick me up at the inn of the Three Desires in an hour"s time, please, and we"ll motor back to town together. So long!"
And swung round into the branching lane and down the green slope, and round under the shadow of Lyntonhurst Old Church to the quiet country road and the lich-gate where Ailsa Lorne was waiting.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
She was sitting in the very same place she had occupied when first he saw her this morning, with the cypress tree and the roof making shadows above and about her; and now, as then, she rose when she heard the latch click and came toward him with hands outstretched and eyes aglow and little gusts of colour sweeping in rose waves over throat and cheeks.
"Oh, to think that you have solved it! To think that it is the end! And to think that it was he-that dear, kind "uncle" of whom they all were so fond!" she said. "I could scarcely believe it when Captain Morford brought the news. It made me quite faint for the moment-it was so unexpected, so horrible!"
"And after all, there was nothing to fear from that farm labourer who frightened you so this morning, you see," he smiled, holding her two hands in his and looking down at her from his greater height. "Yet I find your crouching back in the shadow as if you were still frightened to be seen. Are you?"
"A little," she admitted. "You see, the road is a public one. People are always pa.s.sing, and-How good it was of you to come all this long distance out of your way. Indeed, I am very, very grateful, Mr. Cleek."
"Thank you," he said gravely. "But you need not be. Indeed, the grat.i.tude should be all on my side. I said I would come if ever you wanted me, and you gave me an opportunity to keep my word. As for it being out of my way to come here, it is but a little distance to the Three Desires and a long one to Lady Chepstow"s place, so it is you, not I, that have "gone out of the way!" It was good of you to give me this grace-I should have been sorry to go back to town without saying good-bye."
"But need you go so soon?" she asked. "Lady Chepstow will feel slighted, I know, if she hears that you have been in the neighbourhood and have not called. She is a friend, you know, a warm, true friend-always grateful for what you did, always glad to see you. Why not stop on a day or two and call and see her?"
A robin flicked down out of the cypress tree and perched on the gate top, looked up at Cleek with bright, sharp eyes, flung out a wee little trill, and was off again.
"I"m afraid it is out of the question-I"m afraid I"m not so deeply interested in Lady Chepstow as, perhaps, I ought to be," said Cleek, noticing in a dim subconscious way that the robin had flown on to the church door and perched there, and was in full song now. "Besides, she does not know of me what you do. Perhaps, if she did.... Oh, well, it doesn"t matter. Thank you for coming to say good-bye, Miss Lorne. It was kind of you. Now I must emulate Poor Jo, and "move on" again."
"And without any reward!" said Ailsa with a smile and a sigh. "Without expecting any; without asking any; without wanting any!"
He stood a moment, twisting his heel round and round in the gravel of the pathway, and breathing hard, his eyes on the ground, and his lips indrawn. Then, of a sudden-"Perhaps I did want one. Perhaps I"ve always wanted one. And hoped to get it some day perhaps from-you!" he said. And looked up at her as a man looks but once at one woman ever.
She had come a step nearer; she was standing there with the shadows behind her and the light on her face, warm colour in her cheeks, and a smile on her lips and in her eyes. She spoke no word, made no sound; merely stood there and smiled and, somehow, he seemed to know what the smile of her meant and what the bird"s note said.
"Miss Lorne-Ailsa," he said, very, very gently, "if some day ... when all the wrongs I did in those other days are righted, and all that a man can do on this earth to atone for such a past as mine has been done ... if then, in that time, I come to you and ask for that reward, do you think, oh, do you think that you can find it in your heart to give it?"
"When that day dawns, come and see," she said, "if you wish to wait so long!"
EPILOGUE
THE AFFAIR OF THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN CALLED HAMILTON CLEEK
"Note for you, sir-messenger just fetched it. Addressed to "Captain Burbage," so it"ll be from The Yard," said Dollops, coming into the room with a doughnut in one hand and a square envelope in the other.
Cleek, who had been sitting at his writing-table, with a litter of folded doc.u.ments, bits of antique jewellery, and what looked like odds and ends of faded ribbon lying before him, swept the whole collection into the table drawer as Dollops spoke and stretched forth his hand for the letter.
It was one of Narkom"s characteristic communications, albeit somewhat shorter than those communications usually were-a fact which told Cleek at once that the matter was one of immense importance.
"My dear Cleek," it ran. "For the love of goodness don"t let anything tempt you into going out to-night. I shall call about ten. Foreign government affair-reward simply enormous. Look out for me. Yours, in hot haste-MAVERICK NARKOM."
"Be on the lookout for the red limousine," said Cleek, glancing over at Dollops, who stood waiting for orders. "It will be along about ten.
That"s all. You may go."
"Right you are, Gov"nor. I"ll keep my eyes peeled, sir. Lor"! I do hope it"s summink to do with a restaurant or a cookshop this time. I could do with a job of that sort-my word, yes! I"m fair famishin". And, beggin" pardon, but you don"t look none too healthy yourself this evening, Gov"nor. Ain"t et summink wot"s disagreed with you, have you, sir?"
"I? What nonsense! I"m as fit as a fiddle. What could make you think otherwise?"
"Oh, I dunno, sir-only-Well, if you don"t mind my sayin" of it, sir, whenever you gets to unlocking of that draw and lookin" at them things you keep in there-wotever they is-you always gets a sort of solemncholy look in the eyes; and you gets white about the gills, and your lips has a pucker to "em that I don"t like to see."
"Tommy rot! Imagination"s a splendid thing for a detective to possess, Dollops, but don"t let yours run away with you in this fashion, my lad, or you"ll never rise above what you are. Toddle along now, and look out for Mr. Narkom"s arrival. It"s after nine already, so he"ll soon be here."
"Anybody a-comin" with him, sir?"
"I don"t know-he didn"t say. Cut along, now; I"m busy!" said Cleek. Nevertheless, when Dollops had gone and the door was shut and he had the room to himself again, and, if he really did have any business on hand, there was no reason in the world why he should not have set about it, he remained sitting at the table and idly drumming upon it with his finger tips, a deep ridge between his brows and a far-away expression in his fixed, unwinking eyes. And so he was still sitting when, something like twenty minutes later, the sharp "Toot-toot!" of a motor horn sounded.
Narkom"s note lay on the table close to his elbow. He took it up, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into his waste basket. "A foreign government affair," he said with a curious one-sided smile. "A strange coincidence, to be sure!" Then, as if obeying an impulse, he opened the drawer, looked at the litter of things he had swept into it, shut it up again and locked it securely, putting the key into his pocket and rising to his feet. Two minutes later, when Narkom pushed open the door and entered the room, he found Cleek leaning against the edge of the mantelpiece and smoking a cigarette with the air of one whose feet trod always upon rose petals, and who hadn"t a thought beyond the affairs of the moment, nor a care for anything but the flavour of Egyptian tobacco.
"Ah, my dear fellow, you can"t think what a relief it was to catch you. I had but a moment in which to dash off the note, and I was on thorns with fear that it would miss you; that on a glorious night like this you"d be off for a pull up the river or something of that sort," said the superintendent, as he bustled in and shook hands with him. "You are such a beggar for getting off by yourself and mooning."
"Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Narkom, I came within an ace of doing the very thing you speak of," replied Cleek. "It"s full moon, for one thing, and it"s primrose time for another. Happily for your desire to catch me, however, I-er-got interested in the evening paper, and that delayed me."
"Very glad, dear chap; very glad, indeed," began Narkom. Then, as his eye fell upon the particular evening paper in question lying on the writing-table, a little crumpled from use, but with a certain "displayed-headed" article of three columns length in full view, he turned round and stared at Cleek with an air of awe and mystification. "My dear fellow, you must be under the guardianship of some uncanny familiar. You surely must, Cleek!" he went on. "Do you mean to tell me that is what kept you at home? That you have been reading about the preparations for the forthcoming coronation of King Ulric of Mauravania?"
"Yes; why not? I am sure it makes interesting reading, Mr. Narkom. The kingdom of Mauravania has had sufficient ups and downs to inspire a novelist, so its records should certainly interest a mere reader. To be frank, I found the account of the amazing preparations for the coronation of his new Majesty distinctly entertaining. They are an excitable and spectacular people, those Mauravanians, and this time they seem bent upon outdoing themselves."
"But, my dear Cleek, that you should have chosen to stop at home and read about that particular affair! Bless my soul man, it"s-it"s amazing, abnormal, uncanny! Positively uncanny, Cleek!"
"My dear Narkom, I don"t see where the uncanny element comes in, I must confess," replied Cleek with an indulgent smile. "Surely an Englishman must always feel a certain amount of interest in Mauravian affairs. Have the goodness to remember that there should be an Englishman upon that particular throne. Aye, and there would be, too, but for one of those moments of weak-backed policy, of a desire upon the part of the "old-woman" element which sometimes prevails in English politics to keep friendly relations with other powers at any cost. Brush up your history, Mr. Narkom, and give your memory a fillip. Eight-and-thirty years ago Queen Karma of Mauravania had an English consort and bore him two daughters, and one son. You will perhaps recall the mad rebellion, the idiotic rising which disgraced that reign. That was the time for England to have spoken. But the peace party had it by the throat; they, with their mawkish cry for peace-peace at any price!-drowned the voices of men and heroes, and the end was what it was! Queen Karma was deposed-she and her children fled, G.o.d knows how, G.o.d knows where-fled and left a dead husband and father, slain like a hero and an Englishman, fighting for his own, and with his face to the foe. Avenge his death? Nonsense, declared the old women. He had no right to defy the will of Heaven, no right to stir up strife with a friendly people and expect his countrymen to embroil themselves because of his l.u.s.t for power. It would be a lasting disgrace to the nation if England allowed a lot of howling, bloodthirsty meddlers to persuade it to interfere.
"The old women had their way. Queen Karma and her children vanished; her uncle Duke Sforza came to the throne as Alburtus III., and eight months ago his son, the present King Ulric, succeeded him. The father had been a bad king, the son a bad crown-prince. Mauravania has paid the price. Let her put up with it! I don"t think in the light of these things, Mr. Narkom, there is any wonder that an Englishman finds interest in reading of the affairs of a country over which an Englishman"s son might, and ought to, have ruled. As for me, I have no sympathy, my friend, with Mauravania or her justly punished people."
"Still, my dear fellow, that should not count when the reward for taking up this case is so enormous-and I dare say it will not."
"Reward? Case?" repeated Cleek. "What do you mean by that?"
"That I am here to enlist your services in the cause of King Ulric of Mauravania," replied Narkom, impressively. "Something has happened, Cleek, which, if not cleared up before the coronation day-now only one month hence, as you must have read-will certainly result in his Majesty"s public disgrace, and may result in his overthrow and death! His friend and chief adviser, Count Irma, has come all the way from Mauravania, and is at this moment downstairs in this house, to put the case in your hands and to implore you to help and to save his royal master!"
"His royal master? The son of the man who drove an Englishman"s wife and an Englishman"s children into exile-poverty-misery-despair?" said Cleek, pulling himself up. "I won"t take it, Mr. Narkom! If he offers me millions, I"ll lift no hand to help or to save Mauravania"s king!"
The response to this came from an unexpected quarter.
"But to save Mauravania"s queen, monsieur? Will you do nothing for her?" said an excited and imploring voice. And as Cleek, startled by the interruption, switched round and glanced in the direction of the sound, the half-dosed door swung inward and a figure, m.u.f.fled to the very eyes, moved over the threshold into the room. "Have pardon, monsieur-I could not but overhear," went on the newcomer, turning to Narkom. "I should scarcely be worthy of his Majesty"s confidence and favour had I remained inactive. I simply had to come up unbidden. Had to, monsieur"-turning to Cleek-"and so-" His words dropped off suddenly. A puzzled look first expanded and then contracted his eyes, and his lips tightened curiously under the screen of his white, military moustache. "Monsieur," he said, presently putting into words the sense of baffling familiarity which perplexed him. "Monsieur, you then are the great, the astonishing Cleek? You, monsieur? Pardon, but surely I have had the pleasure of meeting monsieur before? No, not here, for I have never been in England until to-day; but in my own country-in Mauravania. Surely, monsieur, I have seen you there?"
"On the contrary," said Cleek, speaking the simple truth. "I have never set foot in Mauravania in all my life, sir. And as you have overheard my words you may see that I do not intend to even now. The difficulties of Mauravania"s king do not in the least appeal to me."