I accordingly made my way to the dining-room, and seating myself at a table, ordered a cup of coffee and an egg. The London egg is not a favourite of mine, but I was prepared to eat a dozen of them if necessary, if by so doing I could remain in the room long enough to find myself face to face with Gideon Hayle. Several people put in an appearance and commenced their morning repast, but when a quarter of an hour had elapsed and the man I wanted had not presented himself, my patience became exhausted and I went in search of my _hourie_ of the bar.
"My friend"s a long time coming down," I said, "I hope he has not gone out to breakfast?"
"You must be mistaken," she answered. "I saw him come down-stairs nearly a quarter of an hour ago. He went into the dining-room, and I felt sure you must have seen him. If you will follow me I"ll show him to you."
So saying she led the way along the dingy pa.s.sage until she arrived at a green baize door with two gla.s.s panels. Here she stopped and scanned the dining-room. The boots, who had just come upstairs from the lower regions, a.s.sisted in the operation, and seemed to derive considerable satisfaction from it.
"There he is," said the girl, pointing to a table in the furthest corner of the room; "the tall man with the black moustache."
I looked and was consumed with disappointment. The individual I saw there was no more like Hayle than he was like the man in the moon.
"Do you mean to tell me that he is the man who arrived late last night in a cab, and whose luggage consisted of a small brown bag and a travelling rug?" I asked. "You"ve been having a game with me, young woman, and I should advise you to be careful. You don"t realize who I am."
"Hoighty toity," she said, with a toss of her head that sent her curl-papers dancing. "If you"re going to be nasty, I am going. You asked for the gentleman who came late last night with a bag, and there he is.
If he"s not the person you want, you mustn"t blame me. I"m sure I"m not responsible for everybody"s friends. Dear me, I hope not!"
The shock-headed boots had all this time been listening with the greatest interest. He and the barmaid, it appeared, had had a quarrel earlier in the morning, and in consequence were still far from being upon the best of terms.
"The cove as the gent wants, miss, must be "im as came close upon eleven o"clock last night," he put in. "The toff with the bag and blanket. Why I carried his bag up to number forty-seven with my own "ands, and you know it."
The girl was quite equal to the occasion.
"You"d better hold your tongue," she said. "If you don"t you"ll get into trouble."
"What for?" he inquired. "It"s a free country, I "ope. Nice sort of toff "e was, forgot all about the boots, and me a-doin" "is browns as slap-up as if "e was a-goin" out to dinner with the Queen. But p"reaps he"s left a "arf-sovereign for me with you. It ain"t likely. Oh no, of course it isn"t likely he would. You wouldn"t keep it carefully for me, would you?
Oh no, in course not? What about that two bob the American gent give you?"
The girl did not wait to hear any more, but with a final toss of her head, disappeared into the bar.
"Now, look here, my friend," I said to the boots, "it is quite evident that you know more about this gentleman than that young lady does. Tell me all about him, and I"ll make it worth your while."
"There ain"t much to tell," he answered. "Leastways, nothin" particular.
He was no end of a toff, great-coat with silk collar, neat browns, gloves, and a bowler "at."
"Moustache?"
"Yes, and waxed. Got a sort of broad-arrow on his cheek, and looked at ye as if "is eyes was gimlets, and he wanted to bore a hole through yer; called at seven, breakfast at half-past, "am and eggs and two cups of corfee and a roll, all took up to "im in "is room. Ordered a cab to catch the nine o"clock express to Southampton. I puts "im in with his bag and blanket, and says, "Kindly remember the boots, sir," and he says, "I"ve done it," I said I "adn"t "ad it, and he told me to go to ------, well the place as isn"t mentioned in perlite company. That"s all I know about "im."
He paused and shook his head in the direction of the bar, after which he observed that he knew all about it, and one or two other things beside.
I gave him a shilling for his information and then left the house. Once more I had missed Gideon Hayle by a few minutes, but I had received some information that might help me to find him again. Unfortunately, however, he was now well on his way to Southampton, and in a few hours might be out of England. My respect for that astute gentleman was increasing hourly, but it did not deter me, only made me the more resolved to beat him in the end. Making my way to Waterloo, I inquired when the next train left for Southampton. Finding that I had more than an hour and a half to wait, I telegraphed to the man I had sent to Southampton to watch the docks, and then took the electric railway to the city, and made my way to my office, where a pile of correspondence awaited me on my table. Calling my managing clerk to my a.s.sistance, I set to work to examine it. He opened the letters while I perused them and dictated the various replies. When he came to the fifth he uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"What is it?" I inquired. "Anything wrong?"
In reply he handed me a letter written on good note-paper, but without an address. It ran as follows--
"Mr. Gideon Hayle returns thanks for kind inquiries, and begs to inform Mr. Fairfax that he is leaving England to-day for Algiers."
"If he thinks he is going to bluff me with that sort of tale, he"s very much mistaken," I said. "I happen to be aware of the fact that he left for Southampton by the nine o"clock train this morning. If I might hazard a guess as to where he was going, I should say that his destination is the Cape. But let him go where he will, I"ll have him yet. In the meantime, send Williams to Charing Cross at once, Roberts to Victoria, and d.i.c.kson to St. Paul"s. Furnish each with a description of the man they are to look after, be particular about the scar upon his left cheek, and if they see him, tell them that they are not to lose sight of him, happen what may. Let them telegraph should they discover anything definite, and then go in pursuit. In any case I shall return from Southampton to-night, and shall call here at once."
Half-an-hour later I arrived at Waterloo, took my ticket and boarded the train for Southampton. When I reached the port I was met at the station by my representative, who informed me that he had seen nothing of the man I had described, although he had carefully looked for him.
"We"ll try the various shipping-offices first," I said. "I feel positively certain that he came down here by the nine o"clock train."
We drove from shipping-office to shipping-office, and made the most careful inquiries, but in every case without success. Once we thought we had discovered our man, only to find, after wasting a precious hour, that the clerk"s description was altogether a wrong one, and that he resembled Hayle in no sort of way. We boarded the South African mail-boat, but he was not among her pa.s.sengers; we overhauled the American liner, with an equally barren result. We paid cursory visits to the princ.i.p.al hotels, but could hear no tidings of him in any one of them. As a matter of fact, if the man had journeyed to Southampton, as I had every reason to suppose he had done, he must have disappeared into thin air when he got there. The whole affair was most bewildering, and I scarcely knew what to think of it. That the boots at the hotel had not been hoodwinking me I felt a.s.sured in my own mind. His anger against the man was too real to allow any doubt upon that point. At last, having exhausted all our resources, and not seeing what I could do further, I returned to my subordinate"s lodgings, where it had been arranged that telegrams should be addressed to me. On my arrival there a yellow envelope was handed to me. I tore it open eagerly and withdrew the contents. It proved to be from d.i.c.kson, and had been sent off from Dover. I took my codebook from my pocket and translated the message upon the back of the telegraph-form. It ran as follows--
"Man with triangular scar upon left cheek, brown bag and travelling rug, boarded train at Herne Hill, went through to Dover, and has booked to Paris. Am following him according to instructions."
"Then he slipped me after all," I cried. "He must have gone on to Waterloo, crossed to Cannon Street, then on to London Bridge. The cunning scoundrel! He must have made up his mind that the biggest bluff he could play upon me was to tell the truth, and by Jove! he was not very far wrong. However, those laugh best who laugh last, and though he has had a very fair innings so far, we will see whether he can beat me in the end. I"ll get back to Town now, run down to Bishopstowe to-morrow morning to report progress, and then be off to Paris after him on Monday."
At 8.45 that night I reached London. At the same moment Mr. Gideon Hayle was sitting down to a charming little dinner at the Cafe des Princes, and was smiling to himself as he thought of the success that had attended the trick he had played upon me.
CHAPTER VII
When I reached the charming little Surrey village of Bishopstowe, I could see that it bore out Kit.w.a.ter"s description of it. A prettier little place could scarcely have been discovered, with its tree-shaded high-road, its cl.u.s.ter of thatched cottages, its blacksmith"s shop, rustic inn with the signboard on a high post before the door, and last but not least, the quaint little church standing some hundred yards back from the main road, and approached from the lych-gate by an avenue of limes.
"Here," I said to myself, "is a place where a man might live to be a hundred, undisturbed by the rush and bustle of the Great World."
That was my feeling then, but since I have come to know it better, and have been permitted an opportunity of seeing for myself something of the inner life of the hamlet, I have discovered that it is only the life of a great city, on a small scale. There is the same keen compet.i.tion in trade, with the same jealousies and bickerings. However, on this peaceful Sunday morning it struck me as being delightful. There was an old-world quiet about it that was vastly soothing. The rooks cawed lazily in the elms before the church as if they knew it were Sunday morning and a day of rest. A dog lay extended in the middle of the road, basking in the sunshine, a thing which he would not have dared to do on a weekday. Even the little stream that runs under the old stone bridge, which marks the centre of the village, and then winds its tortuous course round the churchyard, through the Squire"s park, and then down the valley on its way to the sea, seemed to flow somewhat more slowly than was its wont.
Feeling just in the humour for a little moralizing, I opened the lych-gate and entered the churchyard. The congregation were singing the last hymn, the Old Hundredth, if I remember rightly, and the sound of their united voices fitted perfectly into the whole scheme, giving it the one touch that was lacking. As I strolled along I glanced at the inscriptions on the various tomb-stones, and endeavoured to derive from them some notion of the lives and characters of those whose memories they perpetuated.
"Sacred to the memory of Erasmus Gunning, twenty-seven years Schoolmaster of this Parish. Born 24th of March, 1806, and rested from his labours on September the 19th, 1876." Seating myself on the low wall that surrounded the churchyard, I looked down upon the river, and while so doing, reflected upon Erasmus Gunning. What had he been like, this knight of the ferrule, who for twenty-seven years acted as pedagogue to this tiny hamlet? What good had he done in his world? Had he realized his life"s ambition? Into many of the congregation now worshipping yonder he must have driven the three R"s, possibly with the a.s.sistance of the faithful ferrule aforesaid, yet how many of them gave a thought to his memory! In this case the a.s.sertion that he "rested from his labours" was a trifle ambiguous. Consigning poor Erasmus to oblivion, I continued my walk. Presently my eyes caught an inscription that made me halt again. It was dedicated to the "Loving Memory of William Kit.w.a.ter, and Susan, his wife." I was still looking at it, when I heard a step on the gravel-path behind me, and turning round, I found myself standing face to face with Miss Kit.w.a.ter. To use the conventional phrase, church had "come out," and the congregation was even now making its way down the broad avenue towards the high-road.
"How do you do, Mr. Fairfax?" said Miss Kit.w.a.ter, giving me her hand as she spoke. "It is kind indeed of you to come down. I hope you have good news for us?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""HOW DO YOU DO, MR. FAIRFAX?" SAID MISS KIt.w.a.tER."]
"I am inclined to consider it good news myself," I said. "I hope you will think so too."
She did not question me further about it then, but asking me to excuse her for a moment, stepped over the little plot of ground where her dear ones lay, and plucked some of the dead leaves from the flowers that grew upon it. To my thinking she was just what an honest English girl should be; straight-forward and gentle, looking the whole world in the face with frank and honourable simplicity. When she had finished her labour of love, which only occupied her a few moments, she suggested that we should stroll on to her house.
"My uncle will be wondering what has become of me," she said, "and he will also be most anxious to see you."
"He does not accompany you to church then?"
"No," she answered. "He is so conscious of his affliction that he cannot bear it to be remarked. He usually stays at home and walks up and down a path in the garden, brooding, I am afraid, over his treatment by Mr.
Hayle. It goes to my heart to see him."
"And Mr. Codd?"
"He, poor little man, spends most of his time reading such works on Archaeology as he can obtain. It is his one great study, and I am thankful he has such a hobby to distract his mind from his own trouble."
"Their coming to England must have made a great change in your life," I remarked.
"It _has_ made a difference," she answered. "But one should not lead one"s life exactly to please one"s self. They were in sore distress, and I am thankful that they came to me, and that I had the power to help them."