"The apprehension of the murderer, or useful information that would lead to conviction."
"Oh! Ah, yes; a reward by all means! Of course I"ll give a reward to stimulate incompetence, eh?"
"What will your lordship make it?" asked the officer, determined this time to show no resentment.
"Two hundred--five hundred--have what you like--so long as you get that brute."
"Five hundred, my lord, would stimulate us all."
"Very well," said Lord Radclyffe briefly. "Good evening."
"Good evening, my lord. And to-morrow morning we"ll be ready for the body to be taken away, if you wish it. But the inquest will be the day after, so perhaps it might be best to wait until then. At the coroner"s court, Victoria, my lord--South Kensington, you know--everything will be all right. Good evening, my lord."
The two men took their leave, glad enough to have done with the unpleasant interview.
As they walked to the door that gave from the library on the hall it was opened from the outside, and a seedy-looking man, dressed in shabby evening clothes that bore many traces of past libations, walked unceremoniously midway into the room.
"Will you see Mr. Luke de Mountford?" he muttered addressing his master.
"Certainly not," replied his lordship. "It"s much too late. Ask Mr.
Luke to call again to-morrow. And you and your wife can go to bed."
CHAPTER XV
AND MANY MUST BE QUESTIONED
By the time the police officers reached the outer hall door, Luke had received his order of dismissal. He stood on the step for a moment, undecided what to do, and saw the two men coming out of his uncle"s study.
They raised their hats as they met him on the door step, and one of them said politely:
"Mr. Luke de Mountford?"
"That is my name," replied Luke.
"Mine is Travers--attached to Scotland Yard. Could I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly, but not in my uncle"s house, I think."
"Of course not; where do you suggest?"
"Here on the door step if you like."
"Hardly. Might I trouble you to step into a cab with me and to come as far as Victoria police court?"
"It"s very late, isn"t it? I have an engagement at eleven close by here."
He was going to fetch Colonel Harris and Louisa at the Danish Legation and pilot them home to the Langham.
"It"s an important matter, Mr. de Mountford," retorted the man. "Are you lodging anywhere near here?"
"In Exhibition Road, Kensington."
"Ah, close to Cromwell Road?"
"Not far."
"Then where shall it be, Mr. de Mountford?"
"Why not in the cab?" remarked Luke.
"Just as you like."
The taxicab which had brought the police officers was standing some few paces farther on, its strong lights only just piercing the intensity of the fog, and its throbbings, as the taximeter marked off twopences with unerring rapidity, filled the night with their strangely familiar sound.
The three men got into the cab, the officer telling the chauffeur to remain stationary until told to move on.
"I know very little about the business, Mr.--er--Travers," remarked Luke as soon as all three of them had stowed themselves fairly comfortably in the interior of the vehicle. "I suppose it is about this ghastly affair that you wanted to speak to me."
"Yes, sir. It was about that. I thought you could give us some information about the late Mr. de Mountford"s past life, or his former friends."
"I know nothing," retorted Luke dryly, "of my cousin"s past or present life. He did not confide in me."
"But you were good friends?" interposed the other quickly.
"We knew each other very little."
"And to-night?"
"I saw him at his club."
"Where was that?"
"The Veterans" in Shaftesbury Avenue."
"About what time?"
"Between eight and nine."
"You had some talk with him?"
"Yes."
"Pleasant talk?" asked the officer indifferently.