Still, this circ.u.mstance had its advantages for him; with his dark topcoat b.u.t.toned to the throat and its collar turned up to hide his linen, he was confident he would not be detected unless he gave his presence away by an abrupt movement--something which the Lone Wolf never made.
At the moment Mr. Blensop seemed to be engaged in the surprising occupation of discoursing upon art to his caller.
The latter occupied that chair which Lanyard had refused, on the far side of the table. Thus placed, the lamplight masked more than revealed him, throwing a dull glare into Lanyard"s eyes. His man sat in a pose of earnest attention, bending forward a trifle to follow the exposition of Mr.
Blensop, who stood beneath a portrait on the wall between the chimney-piece and the windows, his att.i.tude incurably graceful, a hand on the switch controlling the picture-light. Apparently he had just finished speaking, for he paused, looking toward his guest with a quiet and intimate smile as he turned off the light.
"And that"s all there is to it," he declared, moving back to the table.
"I see," said the other thoughtfully.
Lanyard felt himself start almost uncontrollably: rage swept through him, storming brain and body, like a black squall over a hill-bound lake. For the moment he could neither see or hear clearly nor think coherently.
For the voice of this latest incarnation of Andre d.u.c.h.emin was the voice of "Karl."
When the tumult of his senses subsided he heard Blensop saying, "I"ll write it out for you," and saw him pick up a pad and pencil and jot down a memorandum.
"There you are," he added, ripping off the sheet and pa.s.sing it across the table. "Now you can"t go wrong."
"I precious seldom do," his caller commented drily.
"I think--" Blensop began, and checked sharply as the man Walker came into the room.
"Beg pardon, Mr. Blensop--"
There was an accent of impatience in those beautifully modulated tones: "Well, what is it now?"
"A lady to see you, sir."
Blensop took the card from the proffered salver. "Never heard of her," he announced brusquely at a glance. "She asked for Colonel Stanistreet or for me?"
"Colonel Stanistreet, sir. But when I said he was not at home, she asked to see his secretary."
"Any idea what she wants?"
"She didn"t say, sir--but she seemed much distressed."
"They always are. H"m.... Young and good-looking?"
"Quite, sir."
"Dessay I may as well see her," said Mr. Blensop wearily. "Show her in when I ring."
Walker shut himself out of the room.
"It"s just as well," Blensop added to his caller. "You understand, my clear fellow--?"
"a.s.suredly." The man got up; but Blensop contrived exasperatingly to keep between him and the windows. "I"m to be back at midnight?"
"Twelve sharp; you"ll be sure to find him here then. Mind leaving by this emergency exit?"
"Not in the least."
"Then _good_-night, my dear Monsieur d.u.c.h.emin!"
Was there a hint of irony in Blensop"s employment of that style? Lanyard half fancied there was, but did not linger to a.n.a.lyse the impression.
Already the secretary had opened the side door.
In a bound Lanyard cleared the stoop, then ran back to the door in the wall. But with all his quickness he was all too slow; already, as he emerged to Ninety-fifth Street, his quarry was rounding the Avenue corner.
Defiant of discretion, Lanyard gave chase at speed but, though he had not thirty yards to cover, again was baffled by the swiftness with which "Karl"
got about.
He had still some distance to go when the peace of the quarter was shattered by a door that slammed like a pistol shot, and with roaring motor and grinding gears a cab swung away from the curb in front of the Stanistreet residence and tore off down the Avenue.
Swearing petulantly in his disappointment, Lanyard pulled up on the corner.
The number on the license plate was plainly revealed as the vehicle showed its back to the street lamp. But what good was that to him? He memorised it mechanically, in mutinous appreciation of the fact that the taxi was setting a pace with which he could not hope to compete afoot.
The rumble of another motor-car caught his ear, and he looked round eagerly. A second taxicab--undoubtedly that which had brought the young woman now presumably closeted with Mr. Blensop--was moving up into the place vacated by the first.
In two strides Lanyard was at its side.
"Follow that taxi!" he cried--"number seventy-six, three-eighty-five. Don"t lose sight of it, but don"t pa.s.s it--don"t let them know we"re following!"
"Engaged," the driver growled.
"Hang your engagement! Here"--Lanyard pressed a golden eagle into the fellow"s palm--"there will be another of those if you do as I say!"
"Le"s go!" the driver agreed with resignation.
If the cab was moving before Lanyard could hop in and shut the door, the other had already established a killing lead; and though Lanyard"s man demonstrated characteristic contempt for munic.i.p.al regulations governing the speed of motor-driven vehicles, and racketed his own madly down the Avenue, he was wholly helpless to do more than keep the tail-lamp of the first in sight.
More than once that dull red eye seemed sardonically to wink.
Still, Lanyard did not think "Karl" knew he was pursued. His conveyance had pa.s.sed the corner before Lanyard emerged from the side street. There being no reason that Lanyard knew of why the spy should believe himself under suspicion, his haste seemed most probably due to natural desire to avoid advent.i.tious recognition, coupled with, no doubt, other urgent business.
At Seventy-second Street the chase turned east, with Lanyard two blocks behind, and for a few agonizing moments was altogether lost to him. But at Broadway the tide of southbound traffic hindered it momentarily, and it swung into that stream with its pursuer only a block astern.
Thereafter through a ride of another mile and a half, the distance between the two was augmented or abbreviated arbitrarily by the rules of the road.
At one time less than two cab-lengths separated them; then a Ford, driven Fordishly, wandered vaguely out of a crosstown street and hesitated in the middle of the thoroughfare with precisely the air of a staring yokel on a first visit to the city; and Lanyard"s driver slammed on the emergency brake barely in time to escape committing involuntary but justifiable flivvercide.
When he was able once more to throw the gears into high, the chase was a long block ahead.
They were entering Longacre Square before he made up that loss.
And at Forty-fourth Street, again, a stream of east-bound cars edged in between the two, reducing Lanyard"s driver to the verge of gibbering lunacy.
A car resembling "Karl"s" was crossing Broadway at Forty-second Street when Lanyard was still on Seventh Avenue north of the Times Building.