At the telephone further trouble awaited him. He could get no reply from the exchange. He tried the private wire to the Admiralty; but with no better result.
He accordingly reported the matter to Sir Lyster, who was by then with Lord Beamdale in the library. It was the Minister of War who reminded his host of Malcolm Sage"s strange request that whatever happened the police were not to be communicated with.
"But Sage could not have antic.i.p.ated this--this monstrous outrage,"
protested Sir Lyster, white with anger. He had already imperiously put aside Lord Beamdale"s suggestion that the whole affair might be a joke.
"Still, better do as he said," was the rejoinder and, as later Mr.
Llewellyn John concurred, Sir Lyster decided to await the arrival of Malcolm Sage before taking further steps.
One by one the guests drifted down to breakfast, went out to the garage to see for themselves, and then returned to discuss the affair over coffee and kidneys, tea and toast.
It subsequently transpired that without exception the cars had been entirely put out of commission. From each the pencil had been removed from the magneto, and the float from the carburettor. From the bicycles the pedals had been taken away, with the exception of those belonging to Miss Blair and one of the housemaids, the only two ladies" machines in the place.
"A veritable Claude Duval," someone remarked; but this brought little consolation to the owners of the wrecked cars. It was a fine day, too, which added to their sense of hardship.
As Sir Lyster left the breakfast-room he encountered Miss Blair crossing the hall. She looked very fresh and pretty, with a demure, almost childlike expression of feature. Her cheeks were flushed with health and exercise.
"Would you like me to cycle over to Odford to the police?" she enquired. "My machine is quite all right. I have just been for a spin."
"No--en--not at present, thank you, Miss Blair," said Sir Lyster, a little embarra.s.sed at having to refuse to do the obvious thing. He pa.s.sed across the hall into the library, and Miss Blair, having almost fallen over the j.a.panese valet, "lost" in a corridor leading to the billiard-room, went out to condole with Richards and tell him of a strange epidemic of mishaps that seemed to have descended upon the neighbourhood. She herself had pa.s.sed a motor-cycle, two push-bicycles, and a Ford car, all disabled by the roadside.
All that morning the Prime Minister, Sir Lyster, and Lord Beamdale waited and wondered. Finding the strain of trying to look cheerful too much for them, they shut themselves up in the library on the plea of pressing official business; this, in spite of Sir Lyster"s well-known week-end rule.
Hour after hour pa.s.sed; yet not only did Malcolm Sage fail to put in an appearance, but nothing was heard or seen of the promised bogus official messengers.
At luncheon more than one guest remarked upon the distrait and absent-minded appearance of the three Ministers, and deduced from the circ.u.mstance a grave political crisis.
The afternoon dragged its leaden course. Throughout the house there was an atmosphere of unrest. Among themselves the guests complained because no action had been taken to track down the despoiler of their cars. Walters had rendered the lives of the domestic staff intolerable by insisting upon search for the missing key being made in the most unlikely and inaccessible places, although in his own mind he was convinced that it had been stolen by the errant j.a.panese.
In the library sat the three Ministers, for the most part gazing either at one another or at nothing in particular. They were waiting for something to happen: none knew quite what.
Dinner pa.s.sed, a dreary meal; the ladies withdrew to the drawing-room; but still the heavy atmosphere of foreboding remained.
It was nearly half-past nine when Walters entered and murmured something in Sir Lyster"s ear.
An eager light sprang into Mr. Llewellyn John"s eyes as the First Lord rose, made his apologies, and left the room. It was only by the exercise of great self-control that the Prime Minister refrained from jumping up and bolting after him.
Two minutes later Walters again entered the dining-room, with a request that Mr. Llewellyn John and Lord Beamdale would join Sir Lyster in the library.
As Walters threw open the library-door, they found Malcolm Sage seated at the table, his fingers spread out before him, whilst Sir Lyster stood by the fireplace.
"Ask Miss Blair if she will come here to take down an important letter, Walters," said Sir Lyster.
"Well?" cried Mr. Llewellyn John, as soon as Walters had closed the door behind him. "Have you got it?"
"The doc.u.ment is now in a strong-room at the General Post Office,"
said Malcolm Sage without looking up. "I thought it would be safer there."
"Thank G.o.d!" cried Mr. Llewellyn John, collapsing into a chair.
Malcolm Sage glanced across at him and half rose.
"I"m all right, Sage," said Mr. Llewellyn John; "but coming after this awful day of anxiety, the news was almost too much for me."
"Who took it from the safe then?" enquired Sir Lyster. "I----" he stopped short as the door opened, and Miss Blair entered, notebook in hand, looking very dainty in a simple grey frock, relieved By a bunch of clove carnations at the waist. Closing the door behind her, she hesitated for a moment, a smile upon her moist, slightly-parted lips.
"I"m sorry to disturb you, Miss Blair," began Sir Lyster, "but Mr.
Sage----" he paused.
"It was Miss Blair who removed the doc.u.ment from the safe," said Malcolm Sage quietly, his eyes bent upon the finger-tips of his right hand.
"Miss Blair!" cried Sir Lyster, his hand dropping from the mantelpiece to his side.
For the fraction of a second the girl stood just inside the door; then as the significance of Malcolm Sage"s words dawned upon her, the smile froze upon her lips, the blood ebbed from her face, leaving it drawn and grey, and the notebook dropped from her fingers.
She staggered forward a few steps, then, clutching wildly at the edge of the table, she swayed from side to side. With an obvious effort she steadied herself, her gaze fixed upon her accuser.
Slowly Malcolm Sage raised his eyes, cold, grey, inflexible, and fixed them upon the terrified girl.
The three Ministers appeared not yet to have realised the true nature of the drama being enacted before them.
"Miss Blair," said Malcolm Sage quietly, "what are your relations with Paul Cressit?"
Twice she essayed to speak, but no sound came.
"I--I--er--know him," she faltered at length.
"I wondered," said Malcolm Sage slowly.
"What does this mean, Mr. Sage?" enquired Sir Lyster.
"I will tell you," said Malcolm Sage, whilst Lord Beamdale placed a chair into which Miss Blair collapsed. "Last night whilst you were at dinner Miss Blair opened your safe with a duplicate key made from a wax impression. She abstracted a valuable doc.u.ment, putting in its place some sheets of blank paper." He paused.
"Go on," almost gasped Mr. Llewellyn John.
"She took the doc.u.ment to her room and hid it, a little uncertain as to how she should get it to her accomplice. This morning she saw Sir Lyster"s note on the hall-table, and emboldened by the thought that the theft had not been discovered, she cycled out to Odford and posted the doc.u.ment to Paul Cressit at his chambers in Jermyn Street." Again Malcolm Sage paused and drew from His pocket a note.
"In the envelope was enclosed this note." He handed to Mr. Llewellyn John a half sheet of paper on which was typed:
"Paul, dearest, I have done it. I will ring you up to-morrow. I shall ask for Tuesday off. You will keep your promise, dear, and save me, won"t you? If you don"t I shall kill myself.--G."
"Miss Blair," said Sir Lyster coldly, "what have you to say?"
"N-nothing," she faltered, striving to moisten her grey lips.
"If you will tell the truth," said Malcolm Sage, "you still have a chance. If not"; he paused significantly.
She gulped noisily, striving to regain her power of speech.
"You--you promise?" She looked across at Mr. Llewellyn John.