"You bet your life I"m going to have it my own way," said the colonel.
"Have you seen the girl this morning, Pinto?"
Pinto shook his head.
"You"ll keep away from there for a couple of days. I"ve got Boyton on the spot and he"ll be feeding her with bromide till she won"t care whether she"s in h.e.l.l or Wigan. Besides, we"ll all be shadowed for the next day or two, make no mistake about that. Stafford King won"t let the gra.s.s grow under his feet. And now, you chaps, go home and try to look as though you"ve had a night"s rest."
After their departure the colonel made his own preparations. There were Turkish baths in Westminster and it was to the Turkish baths he went.
Clad in a towel, he pa.s.sed from hot room to hot room, and finally came to the big, vaulted saloon, tiled from floor to roof, where in canvas-backed chairs the bathers doze and read. The colonel lay back in his chair, his eyes closed, apparently oblivious to his surroundings.
Nor was it to be observed that he saw the thin little man who came and sat beside him. The new-comer was sallow-skinned and lantern-jawed, and his long arms were tattooed from shoulder to wrist.
"Here!" said a soft voice in French.
The colonel did not open his eyes. He merely dropped the palm fan which he was idly waving to and fro so that it hid his mouth.
"Do you remember a Monsieur White?" he said in the same tone.
"Perfectly," replied the other. "He was the man who would not have your little "coco" friend--disposed of."
"That is the man," said the other. "You have a good memory, Raoul."
"Monsieur, my memory is wonderful, but alas! one cannot live on memory,"
he added sententiously.
"Then remember this: there is a place near London called Putney Heath."
"Putney Heath," repeated the other.
"There is a house called Bishopsholme."
"Bishopsholme," repeated the other.
"It is empty--to let, _a louer_, you understand. It is in a sad state of desolation. The garden, the house--you know the kind of place?"
"Perfectly, monsieur."
"At nine o"clock to-night and at nine o"clock to-morrow night you will be near the door. There is a large clump of bushes, behind which you will stand. You will stay there until ten. Between those hours M. White will approach and go into the house. You understand?"
"Perfectly, monsieur," said the voice again.
"You will shoot him so that he dies immediately."
"He is a dead man," said the other.
There was a long pause.
"I will pay you sixty thousand francs, and I will have a motor-car to take you direct to Dover. You will catch the night boat for Ostend. Your pa.s.sport will be in order, and you can make your way to Paris at your leisure. The payment you will receive in Paris. Is that satisfactory?"
"Eminently so, monsieur," said the other. "I need a little for expenses for the moment. Also I wish information as to where the motor-car will meet me."
"It will be waiting for you at the corner of the first road past the house, on the way from London. You will not speak to the chauffeur and he will not speak to you. In the car you will find sufficient money for your immediate needs. Is there any necessity to explain further?"
"None whatever, monsieur," said the soft voice, and Raoul dropped his head on one side as though he were sleeping.
As for the colonel, he did not simulate slumber, but pa.s.sed into dreamland, sleeping quietly and calmly, with a look of benevolence upon his big face.
The only other occupant of the cooling room, a big-framed man who was reading a newspaper, closed his eyes too--but he did not sleep.
CHAPTER XVII
SOLOMON COMES BACK
At nine o"clock that night the colonel, in immaculate evening-dress, sat playing double-dummy bridge with his two companions. In the light of the big shaded lamp overhead there was something particularly peaceful and innocent in their occupation. No word was spoken save of the game.
It was a quarter to nine, noted the colonel, looking at the little French clock on the mantelpiece. He rose, walked to the window and looked out. It was a stormy night and the wind was howling down the street, sending the rain in noisy splashes against the window panes. He grumbled his satisfaction and returned to the table.
"Did you see the paper?" asked Pinto presently.
"I saw the paper," said the colonel, not looking up from his hand. "I make a point of reading the newspapers."
"You see they"ve made a feature of----"
"Mention no names," said the colonel. "I know they"ve made a feature about it. So much the better. Everything depends----"
It was as he spoke that Solomon White came into the room. Boundary knew it was he before the door handle turned, before the hum of voices in the hall outside had ceased, but it was with a great pretence of surprise that he looked up.
"Why, if it isn"t Solomon White!" he said.
The man was haggard and sick-looking. He had evidently dressed in a hurry, for his cravat was ill-tied and the collar gaped. He strode slowly up to the table and Boundary"s manservant, with a little grin, closed the door.
"Where have you been all this time, Solomon?" asked Boundary genially.
"Sit you down and play a hand."
"You know why I"ve come," breathed Solomon White.
"Surely I know why you"ve come. You"ve come to explain where you"ve been, old boy. Sit down," said Boundary.
"Where is my daughter?" asked White.
"Where is your daughter?" repeated the colonel. "Well, that"s a queer question to ask us. _We"ve_ been saying where is Solomon White all this time."
"I"ve been to Brighton," said the man, "but that"s nothing to do with it."
"Been at Brighton? A very pleasant place, too," said Boundary. "And what were you doing at Brighton?"