There was hardly a struggle. Staff"s left arm clipped the man about the waist at the same time that his right hand deftly abstracted the pistol from its convenient pocket. Then, dropping the weapon into his own pocket, he transferred his hold to Ismay"s collar and spun him round with a snap that fairly jarred his teeth.
"There, confound you!" he said, exploring his pockets for other lethal weapons and finding nothing but three loaded clips ready to be inserted in the hollow b.u.t.t of the pistol already confiscated. "Now what "m I going to do with you, you blame" little pest?"
The question was more to himself than to Ismay, but the latter, recovering with astonishing quickness, answered Staff by suddenly squirming out of his coat and leaving it in his a.s.sailant"s hands as he ducked to the door and flung himself out.
Staff broke into a laugh as the patter of the little man"s feet was heard on the stairs.
"Resourceful beggar," he commented, going to the window and rolling up the coat as he went. He reached it just in time to see the thief dodge out.
The coat, opening as it descended, fell like a blanket round Ismay"s head. He stumbled, tripped and fell headlong down the steps, sprawling and cursing.
"Thought you might need it," Staff apologised as the man picked himself up and darted away.
He turned to confront an infuriated edition of Alison.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded with a stamp of her foot. "What right had you to interfere? I was beating him down; in another minute we"d have come to terms--"
"Oh, don"t be silly, my dear," said Staff, taking his revolver from the desk-drawer and placing it in the hip-pocket of tradition. "To begin with, I don"t mind telling you I don"t give much of a whoop whether you ever get that necklace back or not." He grabbed his hat and started for the door. "What I"m interested in is the rescue of Miss Searle, if you must know; and that"s going to happen before long, or I miss my guess."
He paused at the open door. "If we get her, we get the necklace, of course--and the Lord knows you"ll be welcome to that. Would you mind turning out the lights before you go?"
"Staff!"
Her tone was so peremptory that he hesitated an unwelcome moment longer.
"Well?" he asked civilly, wondering what on earth she had found to fly into such a beastly rage about.
"You know what this means?"
"You tell me," he smiled.
"It means the break; I won"t play _A Single Woman_!" she snapped.
"That"s the best guess you"ve made yet," he laughed. "You win. Good night and--good-bye."
XVI
NINETY MINUTES
Commandeering Alison"s taxicab with the promise of an extra tip, Staff jumped in and shut the door. As they swung into Fourth Avenue, he caught a glimpse of Ismay"s slight figure standing on the corner, his pose expressive of indecision and uncertainty; and Staff smiled to himself, surmising that it was there that the thief had left his motor-car to be confiscated by Iff.
Three blocks north on Fourth Avenue, and they swung west into Thirty-third Street: a short course quickly covered, but yet not swiftly enough to outpace Staff"s impatience. He had the door open, his foot on the step, before the taxicab had begun to slow down preparatory to stopping beside the car waiting in the shadow of the big hotel.
Iff was in the tonneau, gesticulating impatiently; the chauffeur had already cranked up and was sliding into his seat. As the taxicab rolled alongside, Staff jumped, thrust double the amount registered by the meter into the driver"s hand, and sprang into the body of Ismay"s car.
Iff snapped the door shut; as though set in motion by that sharp sound, the machine began to move smoothly and smartly, gathering momentum with every revolution of its wheels. They were crossing Madison almost before Staff had settled into his seat. A moment later they were snoring up Fifth Avenue.
Staff looked at his watch. "Ten," he told Iff.
"We"ll make time once we get clear of this island," said the little man anxiously; "we"ve got to."
"Why?"
"To beat Ismay--"
Staff checked him with a hand on his arm and a warning glance at the back of the chauffeur"s head.
"Oh, that"s all right _now_," Iff told him placidly. "I thought we might "s well understand one another first as last; so, while we were waiting for you, I slipped him fifty, gave him to understand that my affectionate cousin had about come to the end of his rope and--won his heart and confidence. It"s a way I have with people; they do seem to fall for me," he a.s.serted with insufferable self-complacence.
He continued to impart his purchased information to Staff by s.n.a.t.c.hes all the way from Thirty-fourth Street to the Harlem River.
"He"s a decent sort," he said, indicating the operator with a nod; "apparently, that is; name, Spelvin. Employed by a garage upon the West Side, in the Seventies. Says Ismay rang "em up about half-past two last night, chartered this car and driver, to be kept waiting for him whenever he called for it.... Coa.r.s.e work that, for Cousin Arbuthnot--very, very crude....
"Still, he"d just got home and hadn"t had time to make very polished arrangements.... Seems he told this chap he was to see nothing but the road, hear nothing but the motor, say nothing whatever to n.o.body. Gave him a fifty, too. That habit seems to run in the family....
"He called for the car around five o"clock, with Nelly. Spelvin says she seemed worn out, hardly conscious of what was going on. They lit out for--where we"re bound: place on the Connecticut sh.o.r.e called Pennymint Point. On the way Ismay told him to stop at a roadhouse, got out and brought Nelly a drink. Spelvin says he wouldn"t be surprised if it was doped; she slept all the rest of the way and hardly woke up even when they helped her aboard the boat."
"Boat!"
"Motor-boat. I infer that Cousin Arbuthnot has established headquarters on a little two-by-four island in the Sound--Wreck Island. Used to be run as a one-horse summer resort--hotel and all that. Went under several years ago, if mem"ry serveth me aright. Anyhow, they loaded Nelly aboard this motor-boat and took her across....
"Spelvin was told to wait. He did. In about an hour--boat back; native running it hands Spelvin a note, tells him to run up to Hartford and post it and be back at seven P.M. Spelvin back at seven; Ismay comes across by boat, is driven to town....
"That"s all, to date. Spelvin had begun to suspect there was something crooked going on, which made him easy meat for my insidious advances.
Says he was wondering if he hadn"t better tell his troubles to a cop.
All of which goes to show that Cousin Artie"s fast going to seed. Very crude operating--man of his reputation, too. Makes me almost ashamed of the relationship."
"How are we going to get to Wreck Island from Pennymint Point?"
"Same boat," said Iff confidently. "Spelvin heard Ismay tell his engineer to wait for him--would be back between midnight and three."
"He can"t beat us there, can he, by any chance?"
"He can if he humps himself. This is a pretty good car, and Spelvin says there isn"t going to be any car on the road tonight that"ll pa.s.s us; but I can"t forget that dear old New York, New Haven & Hartford. They run some fast trains by night, and while of course none of them stops at Pennymint Centre--station for the Point--still, a man with plenty of money to fling around can get a whole lot of courtesy out of a railroad."
"Then the question is: can he catch a train which pa.s.ses through Pennymint Centre before we can reasonably expect to get there?"
"That"s the intelligent query. I don"t know. Do you?"
"No--"
"Spelvin doesn"t, and we haven"t got any time to waste trying to find out. Probabilities are, there is. The only thing to do is to run for it and trust to luck. Spelvin says it took him an hour and thirty-five minutes to run in, this evening; and he"s going to better that if nothing happens. Did you remember to bring a gun?"
"Two." Staff produced the pistol he had taken from Ismay, with the extra clips, and gave them to the little man with an account of how he had become possessed of them--a narrative which Iff seemed to enjoy immensely.
"Oh, we can"t lose," he chuckled; "not when Cousin Artie plays his hand as poorly as he has this deal. I"ve got a perfectly sound hunch that we"ll win."