"The gentleman has met with an accident, sir," the parlourmaid said.
Henson seemed to be knocked about a great deal. He was riding down the terrace, he said, when suddenly he ran over a dog, and--
"What sort of a dog?" Bell snapped out. "What colour and size?"
Henson was utterly taken aback by the suddenness of the question. He gasped and stammered. He could not have told Bell more plainly that the "accident" was an artistic fake.
"You must stay here till you feel all right again," David suggested.
"Stay here for the night," Bell growled, _sotto voce._ "Stay here till to-morrow morning and hear something from Van Sneck"s lips that will finish his interesting career for some time. Medical treatment be hanged.
A clothes-brush and some soap and water are all the physic that he requires."
Presently Henson professed himself to be better. His superficial injuries he bore with a manly fort.i.tude quite worthy of his high reputation. He could afford to smile at them. But he feared that there was something internal of a sufficiently serious nature. Every time he moved he suffered exquisite agony. He smiled in a faint kind of way. Bell watched him as a cat watches a mouse. And he could read a deeper purpose behind that soft, caressing manner. What it was he did not know, but he meant to find out before the day was pa.s.sed.
"Hadn"t we better send him to the hospital?" David suggested.
"What for?" was Bell"s brutal response. "There"s nothing whatever the matter with the man."
"But he has every appearance of great pain."
"To you, perhaps, but not to me. The man is shamming. He has come here for some purpose, which will be pretty sure to transpire presently. The knave never dreams that we are watching him, and he hugs himself with the delusion that we take his story for gospel. Fancy a man in the state that he pretends to be in sending his card to you! Let him stay where we can keep an eye upon the chap. So long as he is under our observation he can"t do any mischief outside."
There was wisdom in what Bell suggested, and David agreed. Despite his injuries, Henson made a fair tea, and his dinner, partaken of on the dining-room sofa, was an excellent one.
"And now, do not let me detain you, as you have business," he smiled. "I shall be quite comfortable here if you will place a gla.s.s of water by my side. The pain makes me thirsty. No, you need not have any further consideration for me."
He smiled with patient resignation, the smile that he had found so effective on platforms. He lay back with his eyes half closed. He seemed to be asleep.
"I fancy we can leave him now," Bell said, with deep sarcasm. "We need have no further anxiety. Perfect rest is all that he requires."
Henson nodded in a sleepy fashion; his eyes were closed now till the others had left the room. Once he was alone he was alert and vigorous again.
"Ten minutes," he muttered, "say, a quarter of an hour. A touch, a spot of water, and the thing is done. And I can never be found out."
CHAPTER LII
PUTTING THE LIGHT OUT
Once the trio were in the operating-room Bell gave one rapid glance at Heritage. But the latter seemed to have forgotten all his fears. There was an alert air about him; he was quiet and steady. There was something of the joy of battle in his eyes.
"Now go and fetch Van Sneck in," Bell said.
The patient came at length. Everything was ready. Van Sneck murmured something and looked vaguely about him, like a man suddenly aroused from a deep sleep. But he obeyed quite willingly when Bell commanded him to get on the table. A moment or two later and he was gone under the influence of the ether administered by Bell.
A case of glittering instruments lay on the table. The strong electric light was switched on and hung just over the head of the unconscious patient.
"You hold the sponge," Bell whispered to David. "There will be very little blood. I like to have a man with me who has coolness and courage.
Oh, here is the spot. Feel the depression of the skull, Heritage. That is where the pressure lies, and no larger than a pea."
Heritage nodded, without reply. He took up the knife, there was a flash of steel in the brilliant light and a sudden splash of blood. There was a sc.r.a.pe, sc.r.a.pe that jolted horribly on David"s nerves, followed by a convulsive movement of Van Sneck"s body.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Heritage murmured. "How easily it comes away."
Bell was watching in deep admiration of the strong hand that was yet light as thistledown. The big electric light flickered for just a moment, and Heritage stood upright.
"Don"t be a fool," Bell said, sternly. "It"s a mere matter of current."
Heritage muttered that it must be. Nevertheless it had given him quite a turn. His face was set and pale and his hand shook ever so slightly. The knife was cutting deep, deeper--
A snarling oath broke from Bell"s lips as the light flickered again and popped out suddenly, leaving the whole room in intense darkness. Heritage cried aloud. David felt a hand guiding his fingers to the patient"s head.
"Press the sponge down there and press hard," Bell whispered. "It"s a matter of life and death. Another minute and Van Sneck would have gone.
Heritage, Heritage, pull yourself together. It was no fault of yours the light went out--the fault is mine."
Bell stumbled down the kitchen stairs and returned with a candle. The electric lights were out all over the ground floor with the exception of the hall. One of the circuits had given out completely, as sometimes happens with the electric light. Bell leapt on a table and turned the hall light out. A second later and he was dragging the long spare flex from the impromptu operating-room to the swinging cord over the hall lamp. With a knife he cut the cord loose, he stripped the copper wires beneath, and rapidly joined one flex to the other.
"It"s amateur work, but I fancy it will do," he muttered. "Anyway, that rascal is powerless to interfere with the circuit that controls the hall light."
Snap went the hall switch--there was a sudden cry from Heritage as the big lamp over the head of Van Sneck flared up again. Bell raced into the study and shut the door.
"A trick," he gasped. "The light was put out. For Heaven"s sake, Heritage, don"t get brooding over those fancies of yours _now._ I tell you the thing was done deliberately. Here, if you are too weak or feeble, give the knife to _me_."
The request had a sting in it. With an effort Heritage pulled himself together.
"No," he said, firmly, "I"ll do it. It was a cruel, dastardly trick to play upon me, but I quite see now that it _was_ a trick. Only it"s going to make a man of me instead."
Bell nodded. His eyes were blazing, but he said nothing. He watched Heritage at work with stern approval. Nothing could have been more scientific, more skilful. It seemed a long time to David, looking on, but it was a mere matter of minutes.
"Finished," Heritage said, with a triumphant thrill. "And successful."
"And another second would have seen an end of our man," Bell said. "He"s coming round again. Get those bandages on, Heritage. I"ll look after the mess. Give him the drug. I want him to sleep for a good long time."
"Will he be sensible to-morrow?" David asked.
"I"ll pledge my reputation upon it," Bell said. "Hadn"t you better telephone down to your electrician to come and see to those lights? I see the fuse in the meter is intact; it is only on the one circuit that they have gone."
Van Sneck opened his eyes and stared languidly about him. In a clear, weak, yet wholly sensible voice he asked where he was, and then lapsed into slumber. A little later and he lay snug and still in bed. There was a look of the deepest pleasure in the eyes of Heritage.
"I"ve saved him and he"s saved me," he said. "But it was touch and go for both of us when that light failed. But for Bell I fancied that I should have fainted. And then it came to me that it was some trick, and my nerve returned."
"Never to leave you again," Bell said. "It tried you high, and found you not wanting."
"Heaven be praised," Heritage murmured. "But how was it done?"
Bell"s face was stern as he took the kitchen candlestick from the table and went in the direction of the dining-room.