valet."
"Still, me dear----"
"Pat, you"re absurd," laughed Lady Jane. "I won"t have you littering up the house with great, clumsy detectives. You must remember that you aren"t in horrid New York now, where everybody you meet wants to rob you. Who is it that you suspect? Who is the--what is the word you"re so fond of? Crook. That"s it. Who is the crook?"
"I don"t want to mention names," said McEachern cautiously, "and I cast no suspicions, but who is that pale, thin Willie who came yesterday? The one that says the clever things that n.o.body understands?"
"Lulu Wesson! Why, _Pat_rick! He"s the most delightful boy. What _can_ you suspect him of?"
"I don"t suspect him of anything. But you"ll remimber what I was telling about the sort of boy you want to watch. That"s what that boy is. He may be the straightest ever, but if I was told there was a crook in the company, and wasn"t put next who it was, he"s the boy that would get my vote."
"What dreadful nonsense you are talking, Pat. I believe you suspect every one you meet. I suppose you will jump to the conclusion that this man whom Spennie is bringing down with him to-day is a criminal of some sort."
"How"s that? Spennie bringing a friend?"
There was not a great deal of enthusiasm in McEachern"s voice. His stepson was not a young man whom he respected very highly. Spennie regarded his stepfather with nervous apprehension, as one who would deal with his shortcomings with a vigor and severity of which his mother was incapable. The change of treatment which had begun after her marriage with the American had had an excellent effect upon him, but it had not been pleasant. As Nebuchadnezzar is reported to have said of his vegetarian diet, it may have been wholesome, but it was not good. McEachern, for his part, regarded Spennie as a boy who would get into mischief unless he had an eye fixed upon him. So he proceeded to fix that eye.
"Yes, I must be seeing Harding about getting the rooms ready.
Spennie"s friend is bringing his man with him."
"Who is his friend?"
"He doesn"t say. He just says he"s a man he met in London."
"H"m!"
"And what does that grunt mean, I should like to know? I believe you"ve begun to suspect the poor man already, without seeing him."
"I don"t say I have. But a man can pick up strange people in London."
"Pat, you"re perfectly awful. I believe you suspect every one you meet. What do you suspect me of, I wonder?"
"That"s easy answered," said McEachern. "Robbery from the person."
"What have I stolen?"
"Me heart, me dear," replied McEachern gallantly, with a vast grin.
"After that," said his wife, "I think I had better go. I had no idea you could make such pretty speeches. Pat!"
"Well, me dear?"
"Don"t send for that detective. It really wouldn"t do. If it got about that we couldn"t trust our guests, we should never live it down. You won"t, will you?"
"Very well, me dear."
What followed may afford some slight clue to the secret of Mr. Patrick McEachern"s rise in the world. It certainly suggests singleness of purpose, which is one of the essentials of success.
No sooner had the door closed behind Lady Jane than he went to his writing table, took pen and paper, and wrote the following letter:
_To the Manager, Wragge"s Detective Agency,_ _Holborn Bars, London, E. C._
Sir:
With ref"ce to my last of the 28th ult., I should be glad if you would send down immediately one of your best men. Am making arrangements to receive him. Shall be glad if you will instruct him as follows, viz. (a) that he shall stay at the village inn in character of American seeing sights of England and anxious to inspect the abbey; (b) that he shall call and ask to see me.
I shall then recognize him as old New York friend, and move his baggage from above inn to the abbey. Yours faithfully,
P. McEACHERN.
P.S.--Kindly not send a rube, but a real smart man.
This brief but pregnant letter cost him some pains in its composition.
He was not a ready writer. But he completed it at last to his satisfaction. There was a crisp purity in the style which pleased him.
He read it over, and put in a couple of commas. Then he placed it in an envelope, and lit another cigar.
CHAPTER IV.
Jimmy"s acquaintance with Spennie Blunt had developed rapidly in the few days following their first meeting. Spennie had called next morning to repay the loan, and two days later had invited Jimmy to come down to Shropshire with him. Which invitation, Jimmy, bored with London, had readily accepted. Spike he had decided to take with him in the role of valet. The Bowery boy was probably less fitted for the post than any one has ever been since the world began; but it would not do to leave him at Savoy Mansions.
It had been arranged that they should meet Spennie at Paddington station. Accompanied by Spike, who came within an ace of looking almost respectable in new blue serge, Jimmy arrived at Paddington with a quarter of an hour to spare. Nearly all London seemed to be at the station, with the exception of Spennie. Of that light-haired and hearted youth there were no signs. But just as the train was about to start, the missing one came skimming down the platform and hurled himself in. For the first ten minutes he sat panting. At the conclusion of that period, he spoke.
"Dash it!" he said. "I"ve suddenly remembered I never telegraphed home to let "em know what train we were coming by. Now what"ll happen is that there won"t be anything at Corven to meet us and take us up to the abbey. And you can"t get a cab. They don"t grow such things."
"How far is it to walk?"
"Five solid miles. And uphill most of the way. And I"ve got a bad foot!"
"As a matter of fact," said Jimmy, "it"s just possible that we shall be met, after all. While I was waiting for you at Paddington I heard a man asking if he had to change for Corven. He may be going to the abbey, too."
"What sort of a looking man?"
"Tall. Thin. Rather a wreck."
"Probably my Uncle Thomas. Frightful man. Always trying to roast a chap, don"t, you know. Still, there"s one consolation. If it is Uncle Thomas, they"ll have sent the automobile for him. I shouldn"t think he"d ever walked more than a hundred yards in his natural, not at a stretch. He generally stays with us in the summer. I wonder if he"s bringing Aunt Julia with him. You didn"t see her, I suppose, by any chance? Tall, and talks to beat the band. He married her for her money," concluded Spennie charitably.
"Isn"t she attractive, either?"
"Aunt Julia," said Spennie with feeling, "is the absolute limit. Wait till you see her. Sort of woman who makes you feel that your hands are the color of a frightful tomato and the size of a billiard table, if you know what I mean. By gad, though, you should see her jewels. It"s perfectly beastly the way that woman crams them on. She"s got one rope of pearls which is supposed to have cost forty thousand pounds. Look out for it to-night at dinner. It"s worth seeing."
Jimmy Pitt was distressed to feel distinct symptoms of a revival of the Old Adam as he listened to these alluring details. It was trying a reformed man a little high, he could not help thinking with some indignation, to dangle forty thousand pounds" worth of pearls before his eyes over the freshly turned sods of the grave of his past. It was the sort of test which might have shaken the resolution of the oldest established brand from the burning.
He could not keep his mind from dwelling on the subject. Even the fact that--commercially--there was no need for him to think of such things could not restrain him. He was rich now, and could afford to be honest. He tried to keep that fact steadily before him, but instinct was too powerful. His operations in the old days had never been conducted purely with an eye to financial profit. He had collected gems almost as much for what they were as for what they could bring.
Many a time had the faithful Spike bewailed the flaw in an otherwise admirable character, which had induced his leader to keep a portion of the spoil instead of converting it at once into good dollar bills. It had had to go sooner or later, but Jimmy had always clung to it as long as possible. To Spike a diamond brooch of cunning workmanship was merely the equivalent of so many "plunks". That a man, otherwise more than sane, should value a jewel for its own sake was to him an inexplicable thing.
Jimmy was still deep in thought when the train, which had been taking itself less seriously for the last half hour, stopping at stations of quite minor importance and generally showing a tendency to dawdle, halted again. A board with the legend "Corven" in large letters showed that they had reached their destination.