"SLOANE GARDENS.
"DEAR TOWNSEND,--If you are in town and this catches you, and you have nothing else to do, come round to-morrow (Monday) and dine _en famille_. Only Dora! I have something which I rather wish to say to you.
"Yours,
"H. J."
I was to go down to them at c.o.c.kington on Friday. What had he to say to me which would not keep till then, I wondered. But I had nothing else to do--and there was Dora! So, scribbling a line of acceptance, I told Burton to take it round. When I opened the paper I found that Sir Haselton was leading for the defendants in the great diamond earring libel case--Mrs. Potter Segundi against Lady Lucretia Jenkyns. I should not have minded being in court to see the fun. They say Mrs. P. S. has bra.s.s enough to start a foundry. I know, of my own knowledge, that Lady J. is fairly well equipped. When I am in Queer-street I hope that Sir Haselton will be briefed for me.
It was past one when I got out. I ought to have gone straight to the City. Instead, I dropped into the Climax, and had just one rubber. I cut Pendarvon against Graeme and Bicketts. Pendarvon and I had the luck of the devil: we scored a b.u.mper. Altogether, with bets, I walked off with about a pony. When I reached the City it was not very far from four. I made for a broker in Austin Friars--a man named Tennant, Thomas Tennant--as steady a file as ever I saw. I have done a good deal of business through him at various times. I don"t fancy that he has much nose of his own; but he keeps quiet, asks no questions, and follows instructions to the letter.
Tennant was out. He was not in the House. A clerk thought that he was at Danby"s; he would go and see. I knew where Danby"s was--it is one of those City restaurants where there is more drank than ate--so I saved that clerk his trouble, and went myself.
I spotted Tennant directly I got inside the place--a plump little fellow, with round, pasty face, and hair which always looked to me as if he soaped it. A mild, una.s.suming neat-as-ninepence sort of man. He had a table to himself. As a rule, in a mild sort of way, he is jolly as a sandboy. Just then it appeared to me that he seemed hipped. Taking a chair on the opposite side of the table, carelessly, thoughtlessly enough, I took hold of a sc.r.a.p of paper on which he had been scribbling. When I glanced at it a thrill went down my back. It was a bolt out of the blue. I do not think that in all my life before I was ever so taken by surprise.
Tennant had been scribbling all over the sheet of paper a woman"s name--"Louise O"Donnel." That my appearance on the scene at that particular moment was a pure coincidence, I had, of course, no doubt.
It could not have been otherwise. But how came he to have been writing that name? I could scarcely believe my eyes. I stared at the paper, and then at him.
"What is the meaning of this?" I asked.
"The meaning of what?"
When I showed him what he had been writing on the piece of paper he seemed to be as much taken aback as I was. At first he wanted me to believe that he had been writing a name over and over again without having an idea of what it was that he was doing. I could not make him out at all. He made me feel uneasy.
So far as I was aware, I was the only person in England who had been acquainted with the girl"s real name. She had always a.s.sured me that such was the case, and I had believed her. Everybody, except myself, knew her by her stage name--Milly Carroll. Her father was the only relative she had in the world, and he was in Colorado. Father and daughter had fallen out. Coming to England with a burlesque company from New York, she had left him on the other side of the world. If this story of hers was true--and I did not, and do not, believe she lied--she was not that sort of girl--how did Mr. Thomas Tennant come to be in possession of her name?
I put the question to him point blank.
"What do you know about Louise O"Donnel?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? Tennant, I say!"
"I heard it mentioned for the first time in my life last night."
"Last night?" The coincidence made me shiver again.
"As I was coming up from Brighton."
"Brighton?" I had to gasp for breath. "Did you come up last night from Brighton? By what train?"
"The 8.40."
I figured it out in my mind. I should not be surprised if that was the identical train which had rattled over the arch while Louise and I had been leaning against the gate, just before I did something for the Honour of the Club. And Tennant was in it. "Was the long arm of coincidence going to make things pleasant for me?"
"What did you hear about Louise O"Donnel as you were coming up from Brighton?"
"Nothing. The name was casually mentioned in my hearing, that was all.
It seems to have stuck in my head."
It did seem to have stuck in his head--and it seemed to have crept unawares from the ends of his fingers. That something had been said or done to fix the name in his memory, I did not doubt. What had been said or done was another matter. Somehow I did not seem to care to question him too closely. Generally, in his own placid, fish-like fashion, Tennant is as cool as you please. Then he was as fidgety as if he had been sitting on hot bricks. He said he was ill, and he looked it--if his ailment was not more mental than physical I misjudged him.
I clean forgot all about the Boomjopf shares, which I had come up to instruct him to buy. I left Tennant in Danby"s without having mentioned them to him from first to last. Indeed, I never thought of them till I pulled Groeden"s tip out of my pocket when I got home to dress for dinner. Seeing the girl"s name upon that sheet of paper made me all of a fl.u.s.ter.
Scarcely had I left Danby"s when I all but cannoned into my scamp of a brother. He seemed as little pleased to see me as I was to see him, but as I had seen and heard nothing of him for the last two years, I thought that I might as well do the fraternal. He looked seedy enough, and cad enough to boot. The cad was in his face and bearing; the seediness was in his clothes. He had on what looked like, not a second, but a fourth-hand overcoat, trimmed with the usual imitation astrachan.
If he had his way, I believe that he would be buried in imitation astrachan.
"Not in prison then?"
"No." He fidgeted inside his clothes. "I"m not in prison."
"Recently come out?"
"Nor have I recently come out."
"Or just going in?"
"Not unless, my dear Reginald, it is to visit you."
Alexander was cheeky; he must be in funds, although he did not look it.
"May I ask, my dear Alexander, what means you are at present taking to increase your fortune?"
He blew his nose with an old silk handkerchief and a flourish. Did he ever do anything without a flourish--even pick a pocket?
"I don"t know, my dear Reginald, that it much matters to you what I am doing, but I don"t mind telling you, in confidence, that I am at present devoting my energies to the detection of crime."
"To what?"
The idea seemed too funny.
"To the detection of crime. In other words, I am a private detective, on, I think I may say, a considerable scale."
"The deuce you are! That is something new."
"And you--may I ask what you are doing?"
I stared at Alexander. He certainly was coming on.
"I"m talking to you."
"I trust that the occupation gives you satisfaction. I regret that I am compelled to cut it short. My time is valuable. In fact, at this moment I have a pressing appointment with a gentleman well known in City circles."
"A bailiff or a policeman, Alexander? They are both of them well known in City circles."
"Probably, my dear Reginald, they are better known to you than they are to me. Good-day."