"Oh! no we"re not," protested Dorothy. "I never know until I get home on Sat.u.r.day where I"m going to take you. Now if I had a husband, a good and honourable husband, he would begin about Thursday saying that on Sat.u.r.day afternoon we would go to Hampstead, or to Richmond, or to--oh! anywhere. Then when Sat.u.r.day came I should hate the very name of the place he had chosen. Then on Sunday we should go to church in the morning, for a walk in the afternoon, pay a call or two, then church or a cinema in the evening. That"s good and honourable married life," she concluded with decision.
Mrs. West looked down with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Wait a minute, mother," said Dorothy. "Now we"ll imagine the real me married to a good and honourable man. At twelve-thirty on the Sat.u.r.day that he has arranged to lose himself and me at the maze at Hampton Court, I telephone to say that we"re going to Brighton, and that he"s to meet me at Victoria at half-past one, and I"ll bring his things.
Now what do you think he"d do?" With head on one side she gazed challengingly at her mother.
"I--I don"t know," faltered Mrs. West.
"I do," said Dorothy with conviction. "He"d have a fit. Then if I wanted him to come for a "bus ride just as he was going to bed," went on Dorothy, "he"d have another fit; and if one fine morning, just as he was off to the office, I were to ask him not to go, but to take me to Richmond instead, he"d have a third fit, and then I should be a widow."
"A widow!" questioned Mrs. West. "What are you talking about?"
"Third fits are always fatal, mother," she said wisely. Then with a laugh she added, "Oh, there"s a great time in store for the man who marries Dorothy West. He will have to have a strong heart, a robust const.i.tution and above all any amount of stamina," and she gave a mischievous little chuckle of joy. Then a moment after, looking gravely at her mother she said, "You must have been very wicked, lovie, or you"d never have had such a daughter to plague you. I"m your cross;" but Mrs. West merely smiled.
CHAPTER IX
DEPARTMENT Z. AT WORK
"Naylor isn"t satisfied then." Colonel Walton glanced across at Malcolm Sage, who was gazing appreciatively at his long, lender fingers.
"He"s the shyest bird I"ve ever come across," said Sage without looking up. "He gave Finlay a rare wigging for that call. Now he"s having him watched."
"I expected that," said Colonel Walton, engrossed in cutting the end of a cigar.
"I think it"s jealousy," continued Sage. "He"s afraid of the special agent getting all the kudos--and the plunder," he added. "It was a happy chance getting that Bergen chap."
"I"m rather concerned about Finlay," said Colonel Walton.
"Good man, Finlay." There was a note of admiration in Sage"s voice.
"He"s quite cut adrift from us. He"s nothing if not thorough. I can"t get in touch with him."
"Of course he knows?"
"That he"s being watched? Yes."
"Who"s looking after him?"
"Hoyle." Sage drew his pipe from his pocket and proceeded to charge it from a chamois-leather tobacco-pouch. "I"ve had to call Thompson off, I think they linked him up with us."
"That"s a pity," said Colonel Walton, gazing at the end of his cigar.
"He"s a better man than Hoyle."
"It"s that little chap they"ve got," continued Sage, "lives at Wimbledon, retired commercial-traveller, clever devil." Malcolm Sage never grudged praise to an opponent.
"How about John Dene?"
"He"s not taking any risks," said Sage, as he applied a match to his pipe. "But they"ll never let him go north."
"Then we must prevent him."
"Perhaps you"d like to take on that little job, chief." There was a momentary suspicion of a twinkle in Sage"s eye before a volume of tobacco smoke blotted it out.
"I"m afraid it"ll force our hand," said Colonel Walton.
"That burglary business complicated things," said Sage, as he sucked in his lips, with him a sign of annoyance. "It was a mistake to keep it dark."
"That was Sir Lyster."
"It made Naylor suspicious."
"Has Finlay seen him since?" enquired Colonel Walton.
"Naylor must have given him the secret-code. They"ve met several times; but I believe Naylor is determined to act on his own. He"s a weird creature. I wish I could get in touch with Finlay, however."
"Why not try the taxi?"
"I"ve had Rogers following him round all the time; but Finlay hasn"t once taken a taxi."
"I"m afraid he"s taking a big risk----" began Colonel Walton. "That Naylor fellow----" He paused.
Sage nodded.
During the previous ten days Department Z. had learned a great deal about the comings and goings of Mr. Montagu Naylor of Streatham. It had become manifest to Sage that he had to do with a man who had reduced cunning and caution to a fine art. His every act seemed to have been carefully thought out beforehand, not only in relation to himself, but to what might grow directly out of it.
During a walk he would sometimes turn suddenly and proceed swiftly in the direction from which he had come, as if he had forgotten something, looking keenly at every one he pa.s.sed. At others he would step into a shop, where he could be seen keeping a careful watch through the window. A favourite trick was to walk briskly round a corner, then stop and look in some shop window with a small mirror held in the palm of his hand.
From the first Malcolm Sage had realised that the conventional methods of shadowing a suspect would be useless for his purpose. Those in whom Department Z. were interested would be old hands at the game, and to set a single person to watch them would inevitably result in the discovery of what was afoot. He therefore set at least three men, or women, to dog the footsteps of the suspect.
These would follow each other at intervals of from twenty-five to a hundred yards, according to the district in which they were operating.
At a signal that the first in the line was dropping out, the trail would be taken up by number two, who in turn would relinquish the work to number three. Sometimes as many as six were allocated to one shadowing.
This method had the additional advantage of enabling the Department to a.s.sure itself that the watchers were not in turn being watched.
It was no uncommon thing for a suspect to arrange to have himself shadowed in order to ascertain whether or no there were any one on his track. This was a favourite device with Mr. Naylor.
For nearly two years Department Z. had been endeavouring to solve the problem of a secret organisation, with the offshots of which they were constantly coming into contact. The method this organisation adopted was one of concentration upon a single object. At one time it would be at the sailing of vessels from home ports, at another the munitions output, or again the anti-aircraft defences of London.
Malcolm Sage was convinced that somewhere there was at work a controlling mind, one that weighed every risk and was prepared for all eventualities. Individuals had been shadowed, some had been arrested, much to Sage"s disgust. The efforts of the organisation had frequently been countered and its objects defeated; but Department Z. had hitherto been unable to penetrate beyond the outer fringe. The most remarkable thing of all was that no doc.u.ment of any description had been discovered, either on the person of those arrested, or through the medium of the post.
Scotland Yard stoutly denied the existence of the organisation. They claimed to have made a clean sweep of all secret service agents in their big round-up on the outbreak of war. Whatever remained were a few small fry that had managed to slip through the meshes of their net.
Malcolm Sage merely shrugged his shoulders and worked the harder.
When it had been discovered that the famous Norvelt aeroplane, which was to give the Allies the supremacy of the air, had been copied by the Germans, the War Cabinet regarded the matter as one of the gravest setbacks the Allied cause had received. Mr. Llewellyn John had openly reproached Colonel Walton with failure. Again when time after time a certain North Sea convoy was attacked, the Authorities knew that it could be only as a result of information having leaked out to the enemy. A raid into the Bight of Heligoland had been met in a way that convinced those who had planned it that the enemy had been warned, although the utmost secrecy had been observed. All these things had tended to cause the War Cabinet uneasiness, and Department Z. had been urged to redouble its efforts to find out the means by which information was conveyed to the enemy.
"We must watch and wait, just hang about on the outer fringe. When we find the thread it will lead to the centre of things," Sage had remarked philosophically. In the meantime he worked untiringly, keeping always at the back of his mind the problem of this secret organisation.