The Black Pearl of Agni is now protected from burglars by many quaint electrical conceits. When the next anniversary comes round any Indian visitors will have a very lively time of it.
Later on in the year a marriage took place between Mary, younger daughter of Lord and Lady Illingworth, and Danby, ninth Baron Travers, a n.o.bleman who had been mentioned in despatches in the Irawadi campaign, and who was not unknown at Hurlingham. His clubs were the Marlborough, Brooks"s, and the Burglars".
IV.
THE FELLMONGERS" GOBLET.
"MR. SEPTIMUS TOFT,--Sir," the letter ran. "The "tecs are on the scent.
If you want any further information meet me at the Blue Lion, Monument, at nine-thirty to-morrow evening without fail.--Yours, etc., J. DRIVER."
Mr. Toft stared at the letter with much disgust and more alarm. It was certainly a regrettable communication for a commercial magnate, a magistrate, and a pillar of society to be obliged to attend to. It would have troubled him had it come before Bowker had absconded, but now it was much worse. Bowker would have shared the anxiety, and interviewed "J. Driver." He could have guessed on what particular scent the detectives were engaged, and his fertile ingenuity would have suggested an obvious way of circ.u.mventing them, whereas Mr. Toft"s unaided vision saw none.
"Nine-thirty to-morrow evening." Mr. Toft smiled feebly at the humour of the situation. To-morrow evening at eight o"clock he was advertised to take the chair at a Young Men"s Mutual Improvement meeting, and the gentleman who was to deliver the evening"s lecture occupied the post of his Majesty"s Solicitor-General. "He will probably have to prosecute me on behalf of the Crown," thought Toft; so he determined to propitiate him by special attention to his discourse and by frequent applause.
On the following evening Mr. Toft made his way to the Blue Lion. The lecture had not been a success as far as he was concerned. Try as he might, he could not concentrate his thoughts on the subject. He had applauded at wrong places. Once a t.i.tter from the audience had resulted, and the Solicitor-General had turned on him a look of pained surprise.
In the agony of the moment he had pulled the table-cloth, and the gla.s.s of water thereon had upset, incidentally splashing the lecturer. The t.i.tter developed into a laugh, through which a legal glare had petrified him.
At nine o"clock the lecture was over. The Solicitor-General listened in silence to Mr. Toft"s apologies, and then bowed coldly. Mr. Toft felt that he was lost indeed if it came to the Law Courts, and hurried away to his appointment in a state of feverish anxiety. He had come to the lecture in a soft wide-awake hat and the oldest top-coat in his wardrobe. He now donned a woollen m.u.f.fler, and put on a pair of smoked gla.s.s spectacles. This was his idea of disguise. It was simple, but ineffective; for the highly-respectable mutton-chop whiskers, the weak mouth, and cut-away chin were as noticeable as ever. His most casual acquaintance would have recognised him, and would merely have concluded that he was engaged in something disreputable.
At the Monument he dismissed his cab, and made his way to the Blue Lion Inn. It was a fifth-rate house in a fourth-rate street. Mr. Toft had never been in such an unpleasant place in his life, and he groaned as he thought that the exigences of commerce had driven him there in his old age without even the excuse of foreign compet.i.tion.
It was 9.45 when he entered the inn, and he hoped that the quarter-hour he was late would impress J. Driver with the conviction that he, Toft, was not at all particular about keeping the appointment. Apparently it did strike Mr. Driver in this way, for as the be-m.u.f.fled and be-spectacled gentleman in the soft hat entered the tap-room a sarcastic voice loudly expressed the hope that he hadn"t permanently injured his const.i.tution by running. Mr. Toft was grieved at the publicity given to this remark. He sat down by the speaker, and murmured excuses; but Mr.
Driver, if it were he, would have none of them. "When I says 9.30 I mean 9.30, and not 9.50, nor 9.60, nor yet 9.70. If my time won"t suit you, yours won"t suit me. I"m off," he said.
Mr. Toft was alarmed. "Sit down, please," he said, clutching the rising figure. "I"m sure I"m very sorry. I had made an engagement before your letter came, and I couldn"t very well put it off. What will you have to drink?" he added adroitly.
"Gin and bitters," was the prompt response, and Mr. Driver sat down.
Mr. Toft now had leisure to take stock of his surroundings. J. Driver was a dark-haired man with a bold, clean-shaven chin. His voice was deep and emphatic, and his eye was piercing. He was broad and muscular, and would probably be a good boxer, thought Mr. Toft. He glanced at the drinkers at the other tables, but finding their eyes were fixed stolidly on him he looked elsewhere. He had noticed eyes and noses--that was all.
"Now to business," said Mr. Driver. "You know my name, and I know yours.
That"s where we"re equal. You"re in a beastly hole, and I aren"t. That"s where the difference comes in."
"I don"t understand," said Mr. Toft. "In fact, I haven"t the faintest idea what you are alluding to."
"Garn," said J. Driver, with a dig in the ribs that made him jump.
"Garn! you old dodger. What about Government contracts?"
"What about them?" asked Mr. Toft, shrinking from his familiarity.
"What about them?" echoed the other. "What about work you never did, for which you"ve got false receipts? What about contracts executed with inferior stuff? What about commissions to officials, tips to men, and plunder all round?"
Mr. Toft paled at this catalogue of his business achievements. "You are misinformed," he said. "My firm does not do such things."
J. Driver thrust his tongue into his cheek. "Then how did you get your contracts, Septimus?" he asked.
"By honest compet.i.tion in the open market," replied Mr. Toft loftily.
Mr. Driver laughed derisively. "Lord!" he said at last, "I wish I had your artless style. Stick to it, Mister, in the prisoner"s dock. It may pull you through."
"I presume you haven"t asked me here simply for the purpose of insulting me?" said Mr. Toft, with some dignity.
"What a man you are!" Mr. Driver replied, with unstinted admiration.
"You must be a thought-reader, Septimus--a bloomin" thought-reader.
You"re quite right; I haven"t. I"ve come for the loan of a key, and one of your visitin" cards."
"A key?" said Mr. Toft, relieved, though much surprised.
"The key of the plate chest of the Fellmongers" Company."
Mr. Toft raised his eyebrows. "You"re joking," he said.
"Do I look like a joker?" replied his companion fiercely. "Do I look like a joker?" he repeated loudly, banging his fist on the table so that all turned their eyes in the direction of the noise. Mr. Toft implored him to restrain his feelings.
"Don"t rouse "em then!" said the man. "Have you got the key on you?"
"Er--yes," responded Mr. Toft.
"Then hand it over."
"My dear sir," began the unhappy Septimus.
"I"m not your dear anything," said the other; "so don"t you pretend that I am. I"m as meek and pleasant as a cow to those that treat me fair and square, but when I"m irritated I"m a roarin" bull. Hand me the key."
"I can"t."
"You can"t. Right"o!" said Mr. Driver, rising. "At present the Admiralty only suspect. To-morrow they"ll know, and you"ll know too, Septimus Toft, when you get five years without the option of a fine."
"Please, please don"t speak so loudly," begged Mr. Toft, beside himself with fears and anxieties. Then, to put on time whilst he collected his scattering thoughts, "What do you want to do with the key?"
"Wear it with my medals, of course," said the man sarcastically. "If you want further pertic"lers you won"t get "em, but I promise to return the key within forty-eight hours, and all your plate"ll be there."
"It"s a very extraordinary idea," said Mr. Toft incredulously.
"It is; and I"m a very extraordinary man, and you"re a bloomin" ordinary one. Will you let me have the key and a visitin" card, or not?"
"If anyone asks how you got them what will you say?"
"Say I took "em from you while you were asleep in an opium den, or when we met in a tunnel--any blessed thing you like."
Mr. Toft scarcely heard him. He was thinking over the pros and cons of the situation as rapidly as his nervous system would allow. He was Treasurer of the Fellmongers" Company, and he alone had the key of the plate safe. In the ordinary course of events he would be elected Prime Warden next year, but if there were any trouble about the plate he might not be. Better that, though, than a public exposure of his business methods. The key might have been stolen from him. Everyone lost keys now and then. Of course no one could think that the theft was to his advantage, and it would save him from all bother at the Admiralty--but would it?
"If I let you have the key," he asked, "how do I know that you won"t come in a similar way again?"
"Give it up," said Mr. Driver. "Never was good at riddles, and I didn"t come here to be asked "em neither. What the blazes do I care about what you"ll know or what you won"t know? I know what I know, and that"s enough to account for your hair bein" so thin on top. If you don"t hand me that key without any more rottin" I"ll just drop this in the first pillar-box I come across." He pulled out a fat blue envelope and flourished it in front of Mr. Toft"s blinking eyes. It was addressed to the Financial Secretary of the Admiralty, and was marked on one side "Important," and on the other "Private and Urgent." There was an immense seal with the impression of a five-shilling piece.