"Oh!" the girl cried, surprised, "I thought you"d guess. I went along the stone ledge under the window of your bedroom till I came to an open window of a room in the next suite."
"I thought of that, when it was too late; but it seemed incredible."
"It wasn"t as hard to do as I was afraid it would be," said Clo. "The other window was open, the curtain was blowing out. I caught hold of it, and got along somehow, through not looking down. Then in the room where I went in, there was a man. He was at the door, and I scared him popping in that way at the window, so he let me run past. That"s all." Firmly the girl closed the subject.
"Let"s talk about the pearls," she said. "Peterson was a wicked man. I can"t pretend to be sorry he"s been killed. He was acting for others higher up. I want to find Kit, not because I think she murdered him, but because I"m sure she"s got the pearls. Who called out "Come in!" in a man"s voice, when Peterson was dead? We haven"t got time to discuss the whole business before half-past eleven. Here comes my coffee! It"s going to give me new life!"
"You must need it. Try to nibble a few crumbs of this rusk," O"Reilly advised. "I"ve been thinking hard since you told me how "Chuff" "phoned to "Pete," and took you for Kit. As for the voice that called "Come in", the wall being thin, a man in the room close by might think the knock was at his door. You"re almost surely right about Kit being in the hotel to watch Peterson. No doubt he was acting for men who have the power to--trouble Mrs. Sands. Don"t look at me like a wild cat! I shan"t tell what you don"t want to hear, but there certainly are such men. Most likely Peterson followed us into the Sands" apartment without being noticed in the wild confusion of your fainting. He was there to get hold of the thing he was blackmailing her for, the thing you went back to my hotel to steal, and then repented stealing. Naturally Peterson didn"t find it, as it was still in my safe at the Dietz, but he might have seen the pearls. The fellow must have been hiding close to Mrs. Sands and me, when we talked, or he wouldn"t have known that John Heron had wanted to buy those pearls! He "phoned, later, from the Westmorland to Heron, as you must have guessed from what I "phoned back. As for Kit, she was in her room next door when he called Heron up, and heard about his having pearls to sell; or else she went in to help him pack, and saw them. But it strikes me that a young woman of her cla.s.s wouldn"t bash a man on the head, and risk the Chair, for the righteous joy of turning a fortune over to her pals. No, if she killed Peterson, she killed him because she wanted the pearls for herself or a "sweetheart.""
"There"s Churn," said Clo. "He and Kit may be a "case." She may have gone straight to him with the pearls."
""Churn"s" possibly a nickname for that Lorenz Czerny, whose name you found written on a visiting card," O"Reilly said. "What with that card, and the memorandum, and Kit"s bag, we ought to get on to the track of the gang. I"m on Mrs. Sands" side now. But I know a private detective who"s worked for clients of mine. He"s close as an oyster, and true as a compa.s.s. Chuff may keep his appointment, or he may not. If the real Kit"s turned up and told the truth, perhaps he won"t dare, for fear of a trap. Still, he may, if he"s got pluck, and a good disguise--or if the police have nothing "on" him. The gang won"t want the false Kit to get away with what she knows if the real one"s true to them. And they"ll be eager to see whom they"re up against. That"s why I should like to have Denham--the detective--on the spot."
"Would that be the best way to get the pearls?" asked Clo.
"Can you suggest a better one?"
"Not on the spur of the moment."
"It"s on the spur of the moment we must decide."
"Well--"phone Denham."
"I will," said O"Reilly. "I think I ought to get him now unless he"s on some job. I"ll be back in a few minutes. There"s no danger of serious trouble for you here."
"I"m used to taking care of myself," said Clo. The hot, strong coffee had brought a faint colour to her face, and she looked up with one of those "cheeky" grins of hers, such as his "cousin" had given him at the Dietz. O"Reilly went away bewitched with the creature, absorbed in her.
She had done so much for the love of a woman. What would she do for love of a man?
He had to go upstairs to the telephone, it seemed, at Krantz"s. Then the line was busy. He was obliged to wait.
Meanwhile a tall girl, in a bright pink cloak over a pink dress, hurried through the gloomy restaurant. She paused only to glance at a clock on the wall, and then ran downstairs to the "Keller."
XXVI
THE GIRL IN PINK
Clo sat watching the crowd. She had removed her veil, and the long, brown cloak lent by Beverley. The latter she had folded, and was sitting upon it.
It was then, when most of the tables were taken, and when a young tenor with a good voice had replaced the Italian peasants, that the girl in pink walked in. Clo sat with her face to the entrance, and happened to be looking that way. At sight of the girl, who came in alone, it was all she could do to sit still. She felt the blood stream to her face, and taking up the empty coffee cup, pretended to drink.
"Gracious, why did I never think of her!" she wondered. For this was the girl who had got out of the elevator at the Westmorland, and had been stared at by the men, when Clo and Beverley descended the stairs from Peterson"s room. Would there have been time after they had turned their backs for Kit to get out of the brown trunk (if she"d been in it!), fasten the lid, and descend to the lift while the two women went down the six flights of stairs?
Yes, there would have been time. Clo was thankful that she had disposed of her veil, and was sitting on the cloak. Here at Krantz"s she was only a girl in a white dress, with a brown toque which at the Westmorland had been hidden with a veil.
There were two or three tables still disengaged, but the one with the best view of the stage was the one nearest Clo. The girl in pink tripped to it, without hesitation, stood for a minute staring at the singer, and sat down. Clo watched her. She could not be certain, but she thought the girl had caught the eye of the singer and had made him a sign.
Not only had he a good voice, but he was good to look at, dark and rather "dashing," "almost like a second-hand gentleman," as Clo said to herself. His song pleased the audience, who clapped violently, demanding another. But the young man smiled, threw out his hands, shrugged, touched his throat, and bowed himself off the stage. By this time the girl in pink had ordered a bottle of wine which, to judge by the loving care of the waiter, must have been rare and expensive.
The singer sat down with his back to Clo, his companion at his side.
Thus they were able to draw close, and talk without much fear of being overheard.
"Good Lord, Churn, I thought I"d missed you," were the first words Clo caught. As the girl spoke she flung a quick glance toward her little neighbour at the next table, but Clo had never looked so child-like. "I went to the Riche, and you"d gone," Kit continued. "To the Western; too late. Gosh! how I hiked for this place! I don"t know what I"d done if I"d lost you!"
"Vot"s de row?" Churn asked cheerfully, speaking with a slight and rather agreeable foreign accent. He poured himself a tumblerful of the deep-coloured red wine, and drank as if it were water.
"Say, Churn, a big thing"s happened. I can"t tell you here."
"You want I take you to de hotel?"
"No! I"m never goin" back there. And I can"t go to my own digs either.
I"ll explain by and by. Could you take me home with you?"
"No, Jake"ll be comin" in."
"Well, let"s go to Chuff"s. We must be somewhere! I"ve got a thing to show you, Churn. If there"s two rooms free in the house we"ll take "em--or, no, better take one. You"ll see why we must be together when you know. Say, here"s money to pay the wine--looks better for you than me. Then we"ll be off."
Clo gazed at the door. No O"Reilly yet. But if this pair went she would have to go, too. She mustn"t lose them!
Churn beckoned a waiter with a ten-dollar bill thrust into his hand by Kit. The waiter came; but he had to get change. In Clo"s lap, hidden under her napkin, was the bag she had found in Kit"s room. Stealthily she opened it and took out a stub of pencil she had noticed among the contents. On the table lay a programme of the evening"s entertainment.
Neither she nor O"Reilly had glanced at it; but now the girl eagerly examined the list. Among the names was that of "Lorenz Czerny, Tenor"; and Clo underlined it with the pencil. Beneath, on the margin, she scrawled: "Kit"s come and has been talking to him. They"re going away. I must follow. I leave you all materials for the search--except the pearl.
I keep that. Don"t worry about me. I"ll take care of myself."
Clo had plenty of money, supplied by Beverley, so a five-dollar bill was laid conspicuously on the crumbs of rusk.
Kit and Churn were on their feet. The waiter had given change, and Churn was counting it out. Both stood with their backs to Clo. Clo slipped the programme into the bead bag and the bead bag into a pocket of Beverley"s brown silk coat, on which she had been sitting. She then whisked the folded garment from her own chair on to O"Reilly"s, and covered it with his napkin.
"I hope to goodness I"ll meet him on the way up," she thought, "or before I get out of the restaurant above. I daren"t take the cloak where she might see it. Besides, he must have the bag and memorandum."
Churn gave the waiter a fifty-cent piece, and followed Kit, who had started. Neither looked back; and Clo beckoned the waiter. "I"ve an engagement," she said, "and can"t wait longer for the gentleman I came with. He"s upstairs telephoning. You tell him I"ve paid. Never mind the change. I"m leaving my coat for the gentleman to bring home. Can I trust you to be sure and give it to him?"
"You can, miss," said the man. "I"ll take charge of it myself."
He looked trustworthy as well as grateful. Kit and Churn were winding their way among the tables. Clo pushed after them. O"Reilly was not on the stairs, nor was he visible in the dull restaurant above. He had the all-important envelope, it was true, and she could not guess who had returned it in a way to make him suppose it came from her. O"Reilly was, however, an honourable man, and he had promised to be "on Mrs. Sands"
side." In the circ.u.mstances she saw only one course, and regretfully, even fearfully, took it. When Kit and Churn walked out into the street she walked after them, a few paces behind.
Clo had been gone precisely four minutes when O"Reilly tore downstairs burning to apologize and explain. Mrs. Denham had said that her husband was out, but she knew where he was, and would "phone; if he--O"Reilly--would hold the line she"d have an answer "in no time."
Presently he had been rewarded by "getting" Denham, who, on hearing that he was urgently wanted, promised to cut short some work he was doing late at the office, and taxi to Krantz"s. This was good news, and O"Reilly was sure Clo would think it had been worth waiting for. He could not believe his eyes when he saw the deserted table. What could have happened to the girl?
He stood forlornly for a moment, staring round the room. As his eyes searched vainly, the waiter who had served him came hurrying up.
"The young lady"s gone, sare. She had to go--very sorry. She left me dis to give you when you come back. She pay de bill, sare, but I keep de table for you. You not finish your supper."
O"Reilly had a stab of violent resentment against Clo. But the thought had only to pa.s.s through his brain to be rejected. The girl was a strange girl, audacious and unscrupulous in her loyalty to Mrs. Sands; but she could not have told her story in a way to impress its truth upon him unless she had been sincere.