"Permit me to excuse myself," Stanistreet added; and Lanyard heard the m.u.f.fled sc.r.a.pe of chair-legs on the rug as the Englishman got up.
"Gladly," the spy returned--"and ten thousand thanks, monsieur!"
The secretary intoned melodiously: "This way, Monsieur d.u.c.h.emin, if you please."
"Pardon. Is it material which way I leave?"
"What do you mean?" Stanistreet demanded.
"I should be far easier in my mind if monsieur would permit me to go by way of his garden, rather than run the risk of his front door."
"What"s this?"
"In these little affairs, monsieur, I try to make it a rule to avoid covering the same ground twice."
"You have the insolence to imply I would lend myself to treachery!"
"I beg monsieur"s pardon very truly for suggesting such a thing.
Nevertheless, one cannot well be overcautious when one is a hunted man."
"Blensop ... be good enough to see this man out through the garden."
"Yes, sir."
"Again, monsieur, my thanks."
"Good-night," said Stanistreet curtly.
Blensop pa.s.sed Lanyard"s chair, unlatched and opened the window and stood aside. An instant later "Karl" joined him, swung on a heel, facing back, clicked heels again and bowed mockingly. Apparently he got no response, for he laughed quietly, then turned and went out through the window, Blensop mincing after.
With a struggle Lanyard mastered the temptation to dash after the spy, overtake and overpower him, expose and give him up to justice. Only the knowledge that by remaining quiescent, by biding his time, he might be enabled to redeem his word to the Brooke girl, gave him strength to be still.
But he suffered exquisitely, maddened by the defamation imposed upon his nick-name of a thief by this brazen impostor.
Nor was wounded _amour-propre_ mended by an exclamation in the room behind his chair, the accents of Colonel Stanistreet thick with contempt:
"The Lone Wolf! Faugh!"
XV
RECOGNITION
Presently Blensop came back, closed the window, and pa.s.sed blindly by Lanyard, his reappearance saluted by Stanistreet in tones that shook with contained temper.
"You saw that animal outside the walls?"
Mildly injured surprise was indicated in the reply: "Surely, sir!"
"And locked the door after him?"
"Yes, sir--securely."
"Howson anywhere about?"
"I didn"t see him. Daresay he"s prowling somewhere within call. Do you wish to speak to him?"
"No.... But you might, if you see anything of him, tell him to keep an extra eye open to-night. I don"t trust this self-styled Lone Wolf."
"Naturally not, sir, under the circ.u.mstances."
Stanistreet acknowledged this with an irritated snort. "No matter," he thought aloud; "if it has cost us a pretty penny, we have got this safe in hand at last. I"ve not had too much sleep, I can promise you, since the report came through of Bartholomew"s death and Thackeray"s disablement.
Nor am I satisfied that this Monsieur d.u.c.h.emin came by the doc.u.ment fairly--confound his impudence! If he hadn"t put me on honour, tacitly, I"d not hesitate an instant about informing the police."
"Rather chancy course to take in this business, what?"
"I don"t know.... That Yankee invention known as the "frame-up" would easily make America too small for the Lone Wolf without the British Secret Service ever being mentioned in the matter."
"Yes; but suppose the beast knows the contents of this paper, suspects the authorship of the "frame-up"--as he instinctively would--and blabs?
Messages have been unsealed and copied and resealed before this."
"That one consideration ties my hands.... Here, my boy: take this and put it in the safe--and don"t forget Mrs. Arden"s things, of course.
Good-night."
"Trust me, sir. Good-night."
A door closed with a slight jar, and for half a minute the room was so positively quiet that Lanyard was beginning to wonder if Blensop himself had gone out with his employer, when he heard a low and musical chuckle, followed by a soft clashing as the secretary scooped Mrs. Arden"s jewellery out of the desk drawer.
Itching with curiosity, Lanyard turned with infinite care and peered round the wing of the chair, thus gaining a view of the wall farthest from the street.
Blensop remaining invisible, Lanyard"s interest centred immediately upon the safe the ingenuity of whose concealment had excited "Karl"s" favourable comment, and with much excuse.
One of the portraits--that upon whose merits Blensop had descanted to "Karl" earlier in the night--was, Lanyard saw, so mounted upon a solid panel of wood that, by means of hidden mechanism, it could be moved sidelong from its frame, uncovering the face of a safe built into the wall.
This last now stood open, its door, swung out toward Lanyard, showing a simple arrangement of dials and locks with which he was on terms of contemptuous familiarity; only the veriest tyro of a cracksman would want more than a good ear and a subtle sense of touch in order to open it without knowledge of the combination.
With all its reputation for efficiency and astuteness the British Secret Service entrusted its mysteries to an antiquated contraption such as this!
Humming a blithe little air, Blensop moved into Lanyard"s field of vision and stopped between him and the safe, deftly pigeonholing therein the docketed papers and Mrs. Arden"s jewels. Then, closing the door, he shot its bolts, gave the dial a brisk twirl, located a lever in the side of the frame and thrust it into its socket.
With the same swish and thud which had puzzled Lanyard at first hearing, the portrait slipped back into place.
Rounding on a heel, Blensop paused, head to one side, a slight frown shadowing his bland countenance, and stood briefly rooted in some perplexity of obscure origin. Twice he shook a peevish head, then smiled radiantly and brought his hands together in an audible clap.
"I have it!" he cried in delight and, dancing briskly toward the desk, once more disappeared.