"And bring one of your friends," Blanche added. "It won"t do him any harm. We shan"t bite him!"
"I will bring them both," Wrayson promised.
He went back to his own table and people watched him curiously.
"I believe," he said quietly, as he sat down, "that if there is a person in the world who can put us on the track of those letters, it is the lady with whom I have just been talking."
The Baron looked across at the two women with new interest.
"What on earth have they got to do with it, Wrayson?" he asked.
"The fair one was a friend of Barnes"," Wrayson answered. "It was at her flat that he called the night he was murdered."
"You are sure," Duncan asked, "that the letters have not been found yet by the other side?"
"Quite sure," the Baron answered. "We have agents in Mexonia, even about the King"s person, and we should hear in an hour if they had the letters."
"Presuming, then," Duncan said thoughtfully, "that Barnes was murdered for the sake of these letters--and as he was murdered on the very night he was going to hand them over to the other side, I don"t see what else we can suppose,--the crime would appear to have been committed by some one on our side."
"It certainly does seem so," the Baron admitted.
"And this man Bentham! He was the agent for--the King"s people. He too was murdered! Baron!"
"Well?"
"Who killed Barnes? He robbed me of my right, but I want to know."
The Baron shook his head.
"I have no idea," he said gravely. "We have agents in London, of course, but no one who would go to such lengths. I do not know who killed Barnes, nor do I know who killed Bentham."
There was a short silence. The Baron"s words were impressively spoken.
It was impossible to doubt their veracity. Yet both to Wrayson and to Duncan they had a serious import. The same thought was present in the mind of all three of them--and each avoided the others" eyes. Wrayson, however, was not disposed to let the matter go without one more effort. The corners of his mouth tightened, and he looked the Baron steadily in the face.
"Baron," he said, "I have told you that there is a man in London who has set himself to solve the mystery of Barnes" death. The two people whom he would naturally suspect are Miss Fitzmaurice and myself. There is strong presumptive evidence against us, owing to my silence at the inquest, and at any moment we might either of us have to face this charge. Knowing this, do I understand you to say that, if the necessity arose, you would be absolutely unable to throw any light upon the matter?"
"Absolutely!" the Baron declared. "Both those murders are as complete an enigma to me as to you."
"You have agents in London?"
"Agents, yes!" the Baron declared, "but they are in the nature of detectives only. They would not dream of going to such lengths, either with instructions or without them. Neither, I am sure, would any one who was employed to collect evidence upon the other side."
There was no more to be said. Wrayson rose to his feet a little abruptly.
"The air is stifling here," he said. "Let us go outside and take our coffee."
They found seats on the veranda, looking out upon the promenade. The Baron looked a little dubiously at the stream of people pa.s.sing backwards and forwards.
"Are we not a little conspicuous?" he remarked.
"Does it really matter?" Wrayson asked. "It is only for this evening. I shall leave for London tomorrow, in any event. Besides, it is part of the bargain that we take coffee with these ladies. Here they are."
Wrayson introduced his friends with perfect gravity. Chairs were found, and coffee and liqueurs ordered. Wrayson contrived to sit on the outside, and next to his copper-haired friend.
"Now for our little talk," he said. "Will you have a cigarette? You"ll find these all right."
She threw a sidelong glance at him and sighed. What an exceedingly earnest young man this was!
"Well," she said, "I know you"ll give me no peace till I"ve told you.
There may be nothing in it. That"s for you to find out. I think myself there is. It was last Thursday night in the promenade at the Alhambra that I saw her!"
"Saw whom?" Wrayson interrupted.
"I"m coming to that," she declared. "Let me tell you my own way. I was talking to a friend, and I overheard all that she said. She was quietly dressed, and she looked frightened; a poor, pale-faced little thing she was anyway, and she was walking up and down like a stage-doll, peering round corners and looking everywhere, as though she"d lost somebody.
Presently she went up to one of the attendants, and I heard her ask him if he knew a Mr. Augustus Howard who came there often. The man shook his head, and then she tried to describe him. It was a bit flattering, but an idea jumped into my head all of a sudden that it was Barnes she was looking for."
"By Jove!" Wrayson muttered, under his breath. "Did you speak to her?"
She nodded.
"I waited till she was alone, and then I made her sit down with me and describe him all over again. By the time she"d finished, I was jolly well sure that it was Barnes she was after."
"Did you tell her?" Wrayson asked.
"Not I!" she answered. "I didn"t want a scene there, and besides, it"s your little show, not mine. I told her that I felt sure I recognized him, and that if she would be in the same place at nine o"clock a week from that night, I could send some one whom I thought would be able to tell her about her friend. That was last Thursday. You want to be just outside the refreshment-room at nine o"clock to-morrow night, and you can"t mistake her. She looks as though she"d blown in from an A B C shop."
Wrayson possessed himself of her hand for a moment in an impulse of apparent gallantry. Something which rustled pleasantly was instantly and safely transferred to the metal purse which hung from her waistband.
"You will allow me?" he murmured.
"Rather," she answered, with a little laugh. "What a stroke of luck it was meeting you here! Flo and I were both stony. We hadn"t a sovereign between us when we"d paid for our tickets."
"Have you seen anything of Barnes" brother?" he asked.
"Once or twice at the Alhambra," she answered.
"He was wearing his brother"s clothes, but he looked pretty d.i.c.ky."
"You didn"t mention this young woman to him, I suppose?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Not I! You"re the only person I"ve told. Hope it brings you luck."
Wrayson rose to his feet. The Baron and Duncan followed his example. They took leave of the ladies and turned towards the promenade.
"I"m going to London by the morning boat," Wrayson announced. "I believe I"m on the track of those letters."
They walked up and down for a few moments talking. As they pa.s.sed the front of the hotel, they heard a shrill peal of laughter. Blanche and her friend were talking to a little group of men. The Baron smiled.