"Oh! Then they have been warned," cried George. "Who was the messenger?"
"He was a boy. Looked like an office boy."
"I will inquire directly if it was one of our boys. Go on."
"That settles the difficulty as to our action in case the papers are wanted by you. We no longer hold them. As to the dividends, we shall continue to receive them to the account of Mr. Edmund Gray until we get an order or an injunction."
"The difficulty," said George, "is to connect the case with Mr. Edmund Gray bodily. At present, we have nothing but the letters to go upon.
Suppose the real Edmund Gray says that he knows nothing about it. What are we to do? You remember receiving the dividends for him. Has he drawn a cheque?"
"No; we have never paid any cheque at all for him."
"Have you seen him?"
"No; I have never seen him."
"It is a most wonderful puzzle. After all, the withdrawal of the papers can only mean a resolution to sell them. He must instruct somebody. He must appear in the matter."
"He may instruct somebody as he instructed me--in the name of Mr.
Dering."
"Another forgery."
"Yes," said George. "We must watch and find out this mysterious Edmund Gray. After all, it will not help us to say that a forged letter gave certain instructions to do certain things for a certain person--say the Queen--unless you can establish the complicity of that person. And that--so far--we certainly have not done. Meantime--what next?"
Obviously, the next thing was to find out if any of the office boys had taken that letter to the Bank. No one had been sent on that errand.
CHAPTER XIV
CHECKLEY"S CASE
That evening Mr. Checkley was not in his customary place at the _Salutation_, where his presence was greatly desired. He arrived late, when it wanted only a quarter to eleven. The faded barrister was left alone in the room, lingering over the day"s paper with his empty gla.s.s beside him. Mr. Checkley entered with an air of triumph, and something like the elastic spring of a victor in his aged step. He called Robert, and ordered at his own expense, for himself, a costly drink--a compound of Jamaica rum, hot water, sugar and lemon, although it was an evening in July and, for the time of year, almost pleasantly warm. Nor did he stop here, for with the manner of a man who just for once--to mark a joyful occasion--plunges, he rattled his money in his pocket and ordered another for the barrister. "For," he said, "this evening I have done a good work, and I will mark the day."
When the gla.s.ses were brought, he lifted his and cried: "Come, let us drink to the confusion of all Rogues, great and small. Down with "em!"
"Your toast, Mr. Checkley," replied the barrister, "would make my profession useless; if there were no rogues, there would be no Law.
That, however, would injure me less than many of my brethren. I drink, therefore, confusion to Rogues, great and small. Down with "em.--This is excellent grog.--Down with "em!" So saying, he finished his gla.s.s and departed to his garret, where, thanks to the grog, he slept n.o.bly, and dreamed that he was a Master in Chancery.
The reason of this unaccustomed mirth was as follows: Checkley by this time had fully established in his own mind the conclusion that the prime mover in the deed--the act--the Thing--was none other than the new partner, the young upstart, whom he hated with a hatred unextinguishable. He was as certain about him as he had been certain about Athelstan Arundel, and for much the same reasons. Very well. As yet he had not dared to speak: King Pharaoh"s chief scribe would have had the same hesitation at proffering any theory concerning Joseph.
To-night, however---- But you shall hear.
Everybody was out of the office at half-past seven, when he left it. He walked round the empty rooms, looking into unlocked drawers--one knows not what he expected to find. He looked into Mr. Austin"s room and shook his fist and grinned at the empty chair.
"I"ll have you yet," he said. "Oh, fox! fox! I"ll have you, if I wait for thirty years?"
It adds an additional pang to old age when one feels that if the end comes prematurely, when one is only ninety or so, there may be a revenge unfinished. I have always envied the dying hero who had no enemies to forgive because he had killed them all.
When Checkley left the place he walked across the Inn and so into Chancery Lane, where he crossed over and entered Gray"s Inn by the Holborn archway. He lingered in South Square: he walked all round it twice: he read the names on the door-posts, keeping all the time an eye on No. 22. Presently, he was rewarded. A figure which he knew, tall and well proportioned, head flung back, walked into the Inn and made straight for No. 22. It was none other than Athelstan Arundel.--The old man crept into the entrance, where he was partly hidden; he could see across the Square, himself unseen. Athelstan walked into the house and up the stairs: the place was quiet: Checkley could hear his steps on the wooden stairs: he heard him knock at a door--he heard the door open and the voices of men talking.
"Ah!" said Checkley, "now we"ve got "em!"
Well--but this was not all. For presently there came into the Inn young Austin himself.
"Oh!" said Checkley, finishing his sentence--"on toast. Here"s the other; here they are--both."
In fact, George, too, entered the house known as No. 22 and walked up the stairs.
Checkley waited for no more. He ran out of the Inn and he called a cab.
If he had waited a little longer, he would have seen the new partner come out of the house and walk away: if he had followed him up the stairs, he would have seen him knocking at the closed outer door of Mr.
Edmund Gray. If he had knocked at the door opposite, he would have found Mr. Athelstan Arundel in the room with his own acquaintance, Mr. Freddy Carstone, the Cambridge scholar and the ornament of their circle at the _Salutation_. But being in a hurry, he jumped to a conclusion and called a cab.
He drove to Palace Gardens, where Sir Samuel had his town-house. Sir Samuel was still at dinner. He sat down in the hall, meekly waiting.
After a while the Service condescended to ask if he wished a message to be taken in to Sir Samuel.
"From his brother"s--from Mr. Dering"s office, please tell him. From his brother"s office--on most important business--most important--say."
Sir Samuel received him kindly, made him sit down, and gave him a gla.s.s of wine. "Now," he said, "tell me what it all means. My brother has had a robbery--papers and certificates and things--of course they are stopped. He won"t lose anything. But it is a great nuisance, this kind of thing."
"He has already lost four months" dividends--four months, sir, on thirty-eight thousand pounds. And do you really think that he will get back his papers?"
"Certainly--or others. They are, after all, only vouchers. How is my brother?"
"Well, Sir Samuel, better than you"d think likely. This morning, to be sure----" He stopped, being loth to tell how his master had lost consciousness. "Well, sir, I"ve been thinking that the property was gone, and from what I know of them as had to do with the job, I thought there was mighty little chance of getting it back. It kept me awake. Oh!
it"s an awful sum. Close upon forty thousand pounds. He can stand that and double that----"
"And double that again," said Sir Samuel. "I should hope so."
"Certainly, sir. But it"s a blow-- I can feel for him. I"m only a clerk; but I"ve saved a bit and put out a bit, Sir Samuel. Cheese-parings, you"d say; but I"ve enjoyed saving it up--oh! I"ve enjoyed it. I don"t think there is any pleasure in life like saving up--watching it grow--and grow and grow--it grows like a pretty flower, doesn"t it?--and adding to it. Ah!" he sighed, and drank his gla.s.s of wine. "Sir Samuel, if I was to lose my little savings, it would break my heart. I"m an old man, and so is he--it would break me up, it would indeed. Ever since yesterday morning, I"ve been thinking whether anything could happen to make me lose my money. There"s Death in the thought. Sir Samuel--for an old man--and a small man--like me--there"s Death in the thought."
"Don"t tell anybody where your investments are, and lock up the papers, Checkley.--Now, what do you want me to do for you?"
"I want you to listen to me for half an hour, Sir Samuel, and to give me your advice, for the business is too much for me."
"Go on, then. I am listening."
"Very well. Now, sir, I don"t know if I shall be able to make my case clear--but I will try. I haven"t been about Mr. Dering for fifty years for nothing, I hope. The case is this. Nine years ago, a man calling himself Edmund Gray took Chambers in South Square, Gray"s Inn, forty pounds a year. He is represented as being an elderly man. He has paid his rent regularly, but he visits his Chambers at irregular intervals.
Eight years ago there was a forgery at your brother"s. The cheque was payable to the order of Edmund Gray; mark that. The money was paid----"
"I remember. Athelstan Arundel was accused or suspected of the thing."
"He was. And he ran away to avoid being arrested. Remember that. And he"s never been heard of since. Well, the series of forgeries by which the shares and stocks belonging to Mr. Dering have been stolen are all written in the same handwriting as the first, and are all carried on in the name and for the order of Edmund Gray. That you would acknowledge in a moment if you saw the papers: there are the same lines and curves of the letters----"
"Which proves, I should say, that Athelstan never did it."