"I mean simply what I say. You must understand that this was no ordinary felon. Of what nationality he was I cannot tell you. He only uttered two words, and they were certainly in English, but apart from that he was dumb. He wore no covering on his head or feet. Indeed, his only garment was a long dark flowing cloak which, as it fluttered about him, revealed that his limbs were bare."
"An unique costume for a burglar."
"The instant I saw him I realised that he was in some way connected with that adventure in the Rue de Rabagas. What he said and did, proved it to the hilt."
"What did he say and do?"
"As I approached to effect his capture, he p.r.o.nounced aloud two words which recalled that awful scene the recollection of which always lingers in my brain, and of which I never dare to permit myself to think. Their very utterance threw me into a sort of convulsion."
"What were the words?"
Mr Lessingham opened his mouth,-and shut it. A marked change took place in the expression of his countenance. His eyes became fixed and staring,-resembling the gla.s.sy orbs of the somnambulist. For a moment I feared that he was going to give me an object lesson in the "visitations" of which I had heard so much. I rose, with a view of offering him a.s.sistance. He motioned me back.
"Thank you.-It will pa.s.s away."
His voice was dry and husky,-unlike his usual silvern tones.
After an uncomfortable interval he managed to continue.
"You see for yourself, Mr Champnell, what a miserable weakling, when this subject is broached, I still remain. I cannot utter the words the stranger uttered, I cannot even write them down. For some inscrutable reason they have on me an effect similar to that which spells and incantations had on people in tales of witchcraft."
"I suppose, Mr Lessingham, that there is no doubt that this mysterious stranger was not himself an optical delusion?"
"Scarcely. There is the evidence of my servants to prove the contrary."
"Did your servants see him?"
"Some of them,-yes. Then there is the evidence of the bureau. The fellow had smashed the top right in two. When I came to examine the contents I learned that a packet of letters was missing. They were letters which I had received from Miss Lindon, a lady whom I hope to make my wife. This, also, I state to you in confidence."
"What use would he be likely to make of them?"
"If matters stand as I fear they do, he might make a very serious misuse of them. If the object of these wretches, after all these years, is a wild revenge, they would be capable, having discovered what she is to me, of working Miss Lindon a fatal mischief,-or, at the very least, of poisoning her mind."
"I see.-How did the thief escape,-did he, like the delineation, vanish into air?"
"He escaped by the much more prosaic method of dashing through the drawing-room window, and clambering down from the verandah into the street, where he ran right into someone"s arms."
"Into whose arms,-a constable"s?"
"No; into Mr Atherton"s,-Sydney Atherton"s."
"The inventor?"
"The same.-Do you know him?"
"I do. Sydney Atherton and I are friends of a good many years" standing.-But Atherton must have seen where he came from;-and, anyhow, if he was in the state of undress which you have described, why didn"t he stop him?"
"Mr Atherton"s reasons were his own. He did not stop him, and, so far as I can learn, he did not attempt to stop him. Instead, he knocked at my hall door to inform me that he had seen a man climb out of my window."
"I happen to know that, at certain seasons, Atherton is a queer fish,-but that sounds very queer indeed."
"The truth is, Mr Champnell, that, if it were not for Mr Atherton, I doubt if I should have troubled you even now. The accident of his being an acquaintance of yours makes my task easier."
He drew his chair closer to me with an air of briskness which had been foreign to him before. For some reason, which I was unable to fathom, the introduction of Atherton"s name seemed to have enlivened him. However, I was not long to remain in darkness. In half a dozen sentences he threw more light on the real cause of his visit to me than he had done in all that had gone before. His bearing, too, was more businesslike and to the point. For the first time I had some glimmerings of the politician,-alert, keen, eager,-as he is known to all the world.
"Mr Atherton, like myself, has been a postulant for Miss Lindon"s hand. Because I have succeeded where he has failed, he has chosen to be angry. It seems that he has had dealings, either with my visitor of Tuesday night, or with some other his acquaintance, and he proposes to use what he has gleaned from him to the disadvantage of my character. I have just come from Mr Atherton. From hints he dropped I conclude that, probably during the last few hours, he has had an interview with someone who was connected in some way with that lurid patch in my career; that this person made so-called revelations, which were nothing but a series of monstrous lies; and these so-called revelations Mr Atherton has threatened, in so many words, to place before Miss Lindon, That is an eventuality which I wish to avoid. My own conviction is that there is at this moment in London an emissary from that den in the whilom Rue de Rabagas-for all I know it may be the Woman of the Songs herself. Whether the sole purport of this individual"s presence is to do me injury, I am, as yet, in no position to say, but that it is proposed to work me mischief, at any rate, by the way, is plain. I believe that Mr Atherton knows more about this person"s individuality and whereabouts than he has been willing, so far, to admit. I want you, therefore, to ascertain these things on my behalf; to find out what, and where, this person is, to drag her!-or him;-out into the light of day. In short, I want you to effectually protect me from the terrorism which threatens once more to overwhelm my mental and my physical powers,-which bids fair to destroy my intellect, my career, my life, my all."
"What reason have you for suspecting that Mr Atherton has seen this individual of whom you speak,-has he told you so?"
"Practically,-yes."
"I know Atherton well. In his not infrequent moments of excitement he is apt to use strong language, but it goes no further. I believe him to be the last person in the world to do anyone an intentional injustice, under any circ.u.mstances whatever. If I go to him, armed with credentials from you, when he understands the real gravity of the situation,-which it will be my business to make him do, I believe that, spontaneously, of his own accord, he will tell me as much about this mysterious individual as he knows himself."
"Then go to him at once."
"Good. I will. The result I will communicate to you."
I rose from my seat. As I did so, someone rushed into the outer office with a din and a clatter. Andrews" voice, and another, became distinctly audible,-Andrews" apparently raised in vigorous expostulation. Raised, seemingly, in vain, for presently the door of my own particular sanctum was thrown open with a crash, and Mr Sydney Atherton himself came dashing in,-evidently conspicuously under the influence of one of those not infrequent "moments of excitement" of which I had just been speaking.
CHAPTER x.x.xV
A BRINGER OF TIDINGS
Atherton did not wait to see who might or might not be present, but, without even pausing to take breath, he broke into full cry on the instant,-as is occasionally his wont.
"Champnell!-Thank goodness I"ve found you in!-I want you!-At once!-Don"t stop to talk, but stick your hat on, and put your best foot forward,-I"ll tell you all about it in the cab."
I endeavoured to call his attention to Mr Lessingham"s presence,- but without success.
"My dear fellow-"
When I had got as far as that he cut me short.
"Don"t "dear fellow" me!-None of your jabber! And none of your excuses either! I don"t care if you"ve got an engagement with the Queen, you"ll have to chuck it. Where"s that dashed hat of yours, -or are you going without it? Don"t I tell you that every second cut to waste may mean the difference between life and death?-Do you want me to drag you down to the cab by the hair of your head?"
"I will try not to constrain you to quite so drastic a resource,- and I was coming to you at once in any case. I only want to call your attention to the fact that I am not alone.-Here is Mr Lessingham."
In his harum-scarum haste Mr Lessingham had gone unnoticed. Now that his observation was particularly directed to him, Atherton started, turned, and glared at my latest client in a fashion which was scarcely flattering.
"Oh!-It"s you, is it?-What the deuce are you doing here?"
Before Lessingham could reply to this most unceremonious query, Atherton, rushing forward, gripped him by the arm.
"Have you seen her?"
Lessingham, not unnaturally nonplussed by the other"s curious conduct, stared at him in unmistakable amazement.
"Have I seen whom?"