The clerk withdrew and closed the door. The man in the chair waited for a moment. Then he laid down his newspaper and looked cautiously around the room. Satisfied apparently that he was alone, he rose to his feet and walked swiftly to Laverick"s writing-table. With fingers which seemed gifted with a lightning-like capacity for movement, he swung open the drawers, one by one, and turned over the papers. His eyes were everywhere. Every doc.u.ment seemed to be scanned and as rapidly discarded. At last he found something which interested him.
He held it up and paused in his search. Laverick heard a little breath come though his teeth, and with a thrill he recognized the paper as one which he had torn from a memorandum tablet and upon which he had written down the address which Mademoiselle Idiale had given him. The man with the gold-rimmed gla.s.ses replaced the paper where he had found it. Evidently he had done with the writing-table.
He moved swiftly over to the safe and stood there listening for a few seconds. Then from his pocket he drew a bunch of keys. To Laverick"s surprise, at the stranger"s first effort the great door of the safe swung open. He saw the man lean forward, saw his hand reappear almost directly with the pocket-book clenched in his fingers.
Then he stood once more quite still, listening. Satisfied that no one was disturbed, he closed the door of the safe softly and moved once more to the writing-table. With marvelous swiftness the notes were laid upon the table, the pocket-book was turned upside down, the secret place disclosed--the secret place which was empty. It seemed to Laverick that from his hiding-place he could hear the little oath of disappointment which broke from the thin red lips. The man replaced the notes and, with the pocket-book in his hand, hesitated.
Laverick, who thought that things had gone far enough, stepped lightly out from his hiding-place and stood between his unbidden visitor and the door.
"You had better put down that pocket-book," he ordered quietly.
The man was upon him with a single spring, but Laverick, without the slightest hesitation, knocked him p.r.o.ne upon the floor, where he lay, for a moment, motionless. Then he slowly picked himself up.
His spectacles were broken--he blinked as he stood there.
"Sorry to be so rough," Laverick said. "Perhaps if you will kindly realize that of the two I am much the stronger man, you will be so good as to sit in that chair and tell me the meaning of your intrusion."
The man obeyed. He covered his eyes with his hand, for a moment, as though in pain.
"I imagine," he said--and it seemed to Laverick that his voice had a slight foreign accent--"I imagine that the motive for my paying you this visit is fairly clear to you. People who have compromising possessions may always expect visits of this sort. You see, one runs so little risk."
"So little risk!" Laverick repeated.
"Exactly," the other answered. "Confess that you are not in the least inclined to ring your bell and send for a constable to give me in charge for being in possession of a pocket-book abstracted from your safe, containing twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes."
"It wouldn"t do at all," Laverick admitted.
"You are a man of common sense," declared the other. "It would not do. Now comes the time when I have a question to ask you. There was a sealed doc.u.ment in this pocket-book. Where is it? What have you done with it?"
"Can you tell me," Laverick asked, "why I should answer questions from a person whom I discover apparently engaged in a nefarious attempt at burglary?"
The man"s hand shot out from his trouser-pocket, and Laverick looked into the gleaming muzzle of a revolver.
"Because if you don"t, you die," was the quick reply. "Whether you"ve read that doc.u.ment or not, I want it. If you"ve read it, you know the sort of men you"ve got to deal with. If you haven"t, take my word for it that we waste no time. The doc.u.ment! Will you give it me?"
"Do I understand that you are threatening me?" Laverick asked, retreating a few steps.
"You may understand that this is a repeating revolver, and that I seldom miss a half-crown at twenty paces," his visitor answered.
"If you put out your hand toward that bell, it will be the last movement you"ll ever make on earth."
"London isn"t really the place for this sort of thing," Laverick said. "If you discharge that revolver, you haven"t a dog"s chance of getting clear of the building. My clerks would rush out after you into the street. You"d find yourself surrounded by a crowd of business men. You couldn"t make your way through anywhere. You"d be held up before you"d gone a dozen yards. Put down your revolver.
We can perhaps settle this little matter without it."
"The doc.u.ment!" the man ordered. "You"ve got it! You must have it!
You took that pocket-book from a dead man, and in that pocket-book was the doc.u.ment. We must have it. We intend to have it."
"And who, may I ask, are we?" Laverick inquired.
"If you do not know, what does it matter? Will you give it to me?"
Laverick shook his head.
"I have no doc.u.ment."
The man in the chair leaned forward. The muzzle of his revolver was very bright, and he held it in fingers which were firm as a rock.
"Give it to me!" he repeated. "You ought to know that you are not dealing with men who are unaccustomed to death. You have it about you. Produce it, and I"ve done with you. Deny me, and you have not time to say your prayers!"
Laverick was leaning against a small table which stood near the door.
His fingers suddenly gripped the ledger which lay upon it. He held it in front of his face for a single moment, and then dashed it at his visitor. He followed behind with one desperate spring. Once, twice, the revolver barked out. Laverick felt the skin of his temple burn and a flick on the ear which reminded him of his school-days.
Then his hand was upon the other man"s throat and the revolver lay upon the carpet.
"We"ll see about that. By the Lord, I"ve a good mind to wring the life out of you. That bullet of yours might have been in my temple."
"It was meant to be there," the man gasped. "Hand over the doc.u.ment, you pig-headed fool! It"ll cost you your life--if not to-day, to-morrow."
"I"ll be hanged if you get it, anyway!" Laverick answered fiercely.
"You a.s.sa.s.sin! Scoundrel! To come here and make a cold-blooded effort at murder! You shall see what you think of the inside of an English prison."
The man laughed contemptuously.
"And what about the pocket-book?" he asked.
Laverick was silent. His a.s.sailant smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Come," he said, "I have made my effort and failed. You have twenty thousand pounds. That"s a fair price, but I"ll add another twenty thousand for that doc.u.ment unopened."
"It is possible that we might deal," Laverick remarked, kicking the revolver a little further away. "Unfortunately, I am too much in the dark. Tell me the real position of the murdered man? Tell me why he was murdered? Tell me the contents of this doc.u.ment and why it was in his possession? Perhaps I may then be inclined to treat with you."
"You are either an astonishingly ingenuous person, Mr. Laverick,"
his visitor declared, "or you"re too subtle for me. You do not expect me to believe that you are in this with your eyes blindfolded?
You do not expect me to believe that you do not know what is in that sealed envelope? Bah! It is a child"s game, that, and we play as men with men."
Laverick shook his head.
"Your offer," he asked, "what is it exactly?"
"Twenty thousand pounds," the man answered. "The doc.u.ment is worth no more than that to you. How you came into this thing is a mystery, but you are in and, what is more, you have possession. Twenty thousand pounds, Mr. Laverick. It is a large sum of money. You find it interesting?"
"I find it interesting," Laverick answered dryly, "but I am not a seller."
The intruder moved his hand away from his eyes. His expression was full of wonder.
"Consider for a moment," he said. "While that doc.u.ment remains in your possession, you walk the narrow way, your life hangs upon a thread. Better surrender it and attend to your stocks and shares.
Heaven knows how you first came into our affairs, but the sooner you are out of them the better. What do you say now to my offer?"
"It is refused," Laverick declared. "I regret; to add," he continued, "that I have already spared you all the time I have at my disposal. Forgive me."
He pressed a b.u.t.ton with his finger. His visitor rose up in anger.
"You are not such a fool!" he exclaimed. "You are not going to send me away without it? Why, I tell you that there won"t be a safe corner in the World for you!"
Halsey opened the door. Laverick nodded toward his visitor.