"I"m afraid the facts hardly bear out your contention."
"But what are the facts?" demanded the young man fiercely.
"As I have already said, it is not within my province to tell you."
"But I"ve been arrested to-night upon a false charge--a charge trumped up against me perhaps by certain officials who may be jealous of what I have done, and what I have learnt. I am discredited in the eyes of my friends at the house where I was arrested. Surely I should be told the truth!"
"I, of course, do not know what truths may be forthcoming at your trial.
But at present I am not allowed to explain anything to you, save that the charge against you is that you have attempted to communicate with the enemy."
"What!" shouted Jack, astounded: "am I actually charged, then, with being a German spy?"
"I"m afraid that is so."
"But I have no knowledge of any other of the enemy"s agents, save those which were discovered by Jerrold and reported to Whitehall by him."
"Ah! the evidence, I think, goes a little further--doc.u.mentary evidence which has recently been placed in the hands of the War Office."
"By whom, pray?"
"You surely don"t think it possible for me to reveal the name of the informant in such a case?" was the cold reply.
Jack Sainsbury stood aghast and silent at the grave charge which had been preferred against him. It meant, he knew, a trial _in camera_. He saw how entirely he must be discredited in the eyes of the world, who could never know the truth, or even the nature of his defence.
He thought of Elise. What would she think? What did she think when Littlewood told her--as he had told her, no doubt--of how he had been mysteriously hustled into a taxi, and driven off?
For the first time a recollection of that strange anonymous warning which his well-beloved had received crossed his memory. Who had sent that letter? Certainly some friend who had wished his, or her, name to remain unknown.
"The whole thing is a hideous farce," he cried savagely, at last.
"n.o.body can prove that I am not what I here allege myself to be--an honest, loyal and patriotic Englishman."
"You will have full opportunity of proving that, and of disproving the doc.u.mentary evidence which is in the hands of the Director of Public Prosecutions."
"Public Prosecutions! Mine will be _in camera_," laughed Jack grimly.
"I suppose I shall be tried by a kind of military inquisition. I hope they won"t wear black robes, with slits for the eyes, as they did in the old days in Spain!" he laughed.
"I fail to see much humour in your present position, Mr Sainsbury,"
replied Tennant rather frigidly.
"I see a lot--even though I"m annoyed that your men should have called at Fitzjohn"s Avenue, instead of going to my place in Heath Street. If you know so much about me, you surely knew my address."
"The warrant was issued for immediate arrest, sir," exclaimed one of the detectives to his superior. "Therefore we went to Fitzjohn"s Avenue."
"I suppose I shall have an opportunity of knowing the name of my enemy-- of the person who laid this false information against me--and also that I can see my counsel?"
"The latter will certainly be allowed to-morrow."
"May I write to Miss Shearman--my fiancee?"
"No. But if you wish to give her any message--say by telephone--I will see that it is sent to her, if you care to write it down."
A pencil was handed to him, whereupon he bent and scribbled a couple of lines.
"To Miss Elise Shearman, from the prisoner, John Sainsbury.--Please tell Miss Shearman that I have been arrested as a spy, and am at Bow Street Police Station. Tell her not to worry. I have nothing to fear, and will be at liberty very soon. Some grave official error has evidently been made." Then, handing the slip to the Detective Inspector, he said--
"If they will kindly ring up Mr Shearman"s in Hampstead"--and he gave the number--"and give that message, I shall be greatly obliged."
"It shall be done," replied the police official. "Have you anything else to say?"
"Only one thing, and of this statement I hope you will make a careful note: namely, that on the night when Dr Jerome Jerrold died so mysteriously, I was on my way to give him some most important information that I had gathered in the City only a few hours before-- information which, when I reveal it, will startle the Kingdom--but he died before I could tell him. He died in my arms, as a matter of fact."
Inspector Tennant was silent for a few moments. Then he asked--
"Did you ever reveal this important information to anyone else?"
"No. I did not. Only Jerrold would have understood its true gravity."
"Then it concerned him--eh?"
"No. It concerned somebody else. I was on my way to consult him--to ask his opinion as to how I should act, when I found I could not get into his room. His man helped me to break in, and we found him dying.
In fact, he spoke to me--he said he"d been shot--just before he expired."
"Yes, I know," remarked Tennant reflectively. "I happened to be present in court when the inquest was held. I heard your evidence, and I also heard the evidence of Sir Houston Bird, who testified as to suicide."
"Jerrold did not take his life!" Jack protested.
"Can you put your opinion before that of such a man as Sir Houston?"
asked Tennant dubiously.
"He had no motive in committing suicide."
"Ah! I think your opinion will rather alter, that is, if the prosecution reveals to you the truth. He had, according to my information, every motive for escape from exposure and punishment."
"Impossible!" declared Jack Sainsbury, standing defiant and rather amused than otherwise at the ridiculous charge brought against him.
"Dr Jerrold was not a man to shrink from his duty. He did his best to combat the peril of the enemy alien, and if others had had the courage to act as he did, we should not be faced with the scandalous situation-- our enemies moving freely among us--that we have to-day."
Inspector Tennant--typical of the slow-plodding of police officialdom, and the careful attention to method of those who have risen from "uniformed rank"--listened and smiled.
Upon the warrant was a distinct charge against the young man before him, and upon that charge he centred his hide-bound mind. It is always so easy to convict a suspect by one"s inner intuition. Had Jack Sainsbury been able to glance at the file of papers which had culminated in his conviction, he would have seen that only after Jerome Jerrold"s death had the charge of war-treason been brought against him. There was no charge of espionage, because, according to the Hague Convention, n.o.body can technically be charged as a spy unless the act of espionage is committed within the war zone. England was not then--because Zeppelin raids had not taken place--within the war zone. Hence n.o.body could be charged as a spy.
"Mr Sainsbury, I think there is nothing more to say to-night," Tennant said at last. "It is growing late. I"ll see that your message is sent to Fitzjohn"s Avenue by telephone. They will see you in the morning regarding your defence. But--well, I confess that I"m sorry that you should have said so much as you have."
"So much!" cried the young man furiously. "Here I am, arrested upon a false charge--accused of being a traitor to my country--and you regret that I dare to defend a man who is in his grave and cannot answer for himself! Are you an Englishman--or are you one of those tainted by the Teuton trail--as so many are in high places?"
"I think you are losing your temper," said the red-tape-tangled inspector of the Special Branch--a man who held one of the plums of the Scotland Yard service. "I have had an order, and I have executed it.
That is as far as I can go."
"At my expense. You charge me with an offence which is utterly ridiculous, and beyond that you cast scandalous reflections upon the memory of the man who was my dearest friend!"