"Who is she?" asked the girl curiously.
"A young person called Lollie Marsh," laughed Stafford. "At present she has a mission too, which is to entangle me into a compromising position."
The girl looked towards the spy with a new interest and a new resentment.
"She has been trailing me for weeks," he went on, "and it would be embarra.s.sing to tell you the number of times we have been literally thrown into one another"s arms. Poor girl!" he said, with mock concern, "she must be bored with sitting there so long. Let us take a stroll."
If he expected Lollie to follow, he was to be disappointed She stayed on watching the disappearing figures, without attempting to rise, and waiting until they were out of sight, she walked out on to the Embankment and hailed a pa.s.sing taxi. She seemed quite satisfied in her mind that the plan she had evolved for the trapping of Stafford King could not fail to succeed.
CHAPTER VII
THE COLONEL CONDUCTS HIS BUSINESS
A merry little dinner party was a.s.sembled that night in a luxurious flat in Albemarle House. It was a bachelor party, and consisted of three--the colonel, resplendent in evening dress, "Swell" Crewe and a middle-aged man whose antique dress coat and none too spotless linen certainly did not advertise their owner"s prosperity. Yet this man with the stubbly moustache and the bald head could write his cheque for seven figures, being Mr. Thomas Crotin, of the firm of Crotin and Principle, whose swollen mills occupy a respectable acreage in Huddersfield and Dewsbury.
"You"re Colonel Boundary, are you?" he said admiringly, and for about the seventh time since the meal started.
The colonel nodded with a good-humoured twinkle in his eye.
"Well, fancy that!" said Mr. Crotin. "I"ll have something to talk about when I go back to Yorkshire. It is lucky I met your friend, Captain Crewe, at our club in Huddersfield."
There was something more than luck in that meeting, as the colonel well knew.
"I read about the trial and all," said the Yorkshireman; "I must say it looked very black against you, colonel."
The colonel smiled again and lifted a bottle towards the other.
"Nay, nay!" said the spinner. "I"ll have nowt more. I"ve got as much as I can carry, and I know when I"ve had enough."
The colonel replaced the bottle by his side.
"So you read of the trial, did you?"
"I did and all," said the other, "and I said to my missus: "Yon"s a clever fellow, I"d like to meet him.""
"You have an admiration for the criminal cla.s.ses, eh?" said the colonel good-humouredly.
"Well, I"m not saying you"re a criminal," said the other, taking his host literally, "but being a J.P. and on the bench of magistrates, I naturally take an interest in these cases. You never know what you can learn."
"And what did your lady wife say?" asked Boundary.
The Yorkshireman smiled broadly.
"Well, she doesn"t take any interest in these things. She"s a proper London lady, my wife. She was in a high position when I married."
"Five years ago," said Boundary, "you married the daughter of Lord Westsevern. It cost you a hundred thousand pounds to pay the old man"s debts."
The Yorkshireman stared at him.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"You"re nominated for Parliament, too, aren"t you. And you"re to be Mayor of Little Thornhill?"
Mr. Crotin laughed uproariously.
"Well, you"ve got me properly taped," he said admiringly, and the colonel agreed with a gesture.
"So you"re interested in the criminal cla.s.ses?"
Mr. Crotin waved a protesting hand.
"I"m not saying you"re a member of the criminal cla.s.ses, colonel," he said. "My friend Crewe here wouldn"t think I would be so rude. Of course, I know the charge was all wrong."
"That"s where you"re mistaken," interrupted the colonel calmly; "it was all right."
"Eh?"
The man stared.
"The charge was perfectly sound," said the colonel, playing with his fruit knife; "for twenty years I have been making money by buying businesses at about a twentieth of their value and selling them again."
"But how----" began the other.
"Wait, I"ll tell you. I"ve got men working for me all over the country, agents and sub-agents, who are constantly on the look-out for scandal.
Housekeepers, servants, valets--you know the sort of people who get hold of information."
Mr. Crotin was speechless.
"Sooner or later I find a very incriminating fact which concerns a gentleman of property. I prefer those scandals which verge on the criminal," the colonel went on.
The outraged Mr. Crotin was rolling his serviette.
"Where are you going? What are you going to do? The night"s young," said the colonel innocently.
"I"m going," said Mr. Crotin, very red of face. "A joke"s a joke, and when friend Crewe introduced me to you, I hadn"t any idea that you were that kind of man. You don"t suppose that I"m going to sit here in your society--me with my high connections--after what you"ve said?"
"Why not?" asked the colonel; "after all, business is business, and as I"m making an offer to you for the Riverborne Mill----"
"The Riverborne Mill?" roared the spinner. "Ah! that"s a joke of yours!
You"ll buy no Riverborne Mill of me, sitha!"
"On the contrary, I shall buy the Riverborne Mill from you. In fact, I have all the papers and transfers ready for you to sign."
"Oh, you have, have you?" said the man grimly. "And what might you be offering me for the Riverborne?"