Half an hour later another cab pulled up at the door, and a man descended, telling the driver to wait. He mounted the steps, knocked, and after a short delay was admitted.
"h.e.l.lo, Crawley!" said the man who had opened the door to him. "How goes it?"
"Rotten," said the newcomer. "What do you want me for?"
His was the voice of an uncultured man, but his tone was that of an equal.
"What do you think I want you for?" asked the other savagely.
He led the way to the sitting room, struck a match, and lit the gas. His bag was on the floor. He picked it up, opened it, and took out a flask of whisky which he handed to the other.
"I thought you might need it," he said sarcastically.
Crawley took the flask, poured out a stiff tot, and drank it at a gulp.
He was a man of fifty, dark and dour. His face was lined and tanned as one who had lived for many years in a hot climate. This was true of him, for he had spent ten years of his life in the Matabeleland mounted police.
The young man pulled up a chair to the table.
"I"ve got an offer to make to you," he said.
"Is there any money in it?"
The other laughed.
"You don"t suppose I should make any kind of offer to you that hadn"t money in it?" he answered contemptuously.
Crawley, after a moment"s hesitation, poured out another drink and gulped it down.
"I haven"t had a drink to-day," he said apologetically.
"That is an obvious lie," said the younger man; "but now to get to business. I don"t know what your game is in England, but I will tell you what mine is. I want a free hand, and I can only have a free hand if you take your daughter away out of the country."
"You want to get rid of her, eh?" asked the other, looking at him shrewdly.
The young man nodded.
"I tell you, she"s a millstone round my neck," he said for the second time that evening, "and I am scared of her. At any moment she may do some fool thing and ruin me."
Crawley grinned.
""For better or for worse,"" he quoted, and then, seeing the ugly look in the other man"s face, he said: "Don"t try to frighten me, Mr. Brown or Jones, or whatever you call yourself, because I can"t be frightened.
I have had to deal with worse men than you and I"m still alive. I"ll tell you right now that I"m not going out of England. I"ve got a big game on. What did you think of offering me?"
"A thousand pounds," said the other.
"I thought it would be something like that," said Crawley coolly. "It is a flea-bite to me. You take my tip and find another way of keeping her quiet. A clever fellow like you, who knows more about dope than any other man I have met, ought to be able to do the trick without any a.s.sistance from me. Why, didn"t you tell me that you knew a drug that sapped the will power of people and made them do just as you like?
That"s the knockout drop to give her. Take my tip and try it."
"You won"t accept my offer?" asked the other.
Crawley shook his head.
"I"ve got a fortune in my hand if I work my cards right," he said. "I"ve managed to get a position right under the old devil"s nose. I see him every day, and I have got him scared. What"s a thousand pounds to me?
I"ve lost more than a thousand on one race at Lewes. No, my boy, employ the resources of science," he said flippantly. "There"s no sense in being a dope merchant if you can"t get the right dope for the right case."
"The less you say about my doping, the better," snarled the other man.
"I was a fool to take you so much into my confidence."
"Don"t lose your temper," said the other, raising his hand in mock alarm. "Lord bless us, Mr. Wright or Robinson, who would have thought that the nice, mild-mannered young man who goes to church in Eastbourne could be such a fierce chap in London? I"ve often laughed, seeing you walk past me as though b.u.t.ter wouldn"t melt in your mouth and everybody saying what a nice young man Mr. So-and-so is, and I have thought, if they only knew that this sleek lad--"
"Shut up!" said the other savagely. "You are getting as much of a danger as this infernal girl."
"You take things too much to heart," said the other. "Now I"ll tell you what I"ll do. I am not going out of England. I am going to keep my present menial job. You see, it isn"t only the question of money, but I have an idea that your old man has got something up his sleeve for me, and the only way to prevent unpleasant happenings is to keep close to him."
"I have told you a dozen times he has nothing against you," said the other emphatically. "I know his business, and I have seen most of his private papers. If he could have caught you with the goods, he would have had you long ago. I told you that the last time you called at the house and I saw you. What! Do you think John Minute would pay blackmail if he could get out of it? You are a fool!"
"Maybe I am," said the other philosophically, "but I am not such a fool as you think me to be."
"You had better see her," said his host suddenly.
Crawley shook his head.
"A parent"s feelings," he protested, "have a sense of decency, Reginald or Horace or Hector; I always forget your London name. No," he said, "I won"t accept your suggestion, but I have got a proposition to make to you, and it concerns a certain relative of John Minute--a nice, young fellow who will one day secure the old man"s swag."
"Will he?" said the other between his teeth.
They sat for two hours discussing the proposition, and then Crawley rose to leave.
"I leave my final jar for the last," he said pleasantly. He had finished the contents of the flask, and was in a very amiable frame of mind.
"You are in some danger, my young friend, and I, your guardian angel, have discovered it. You have a valet at one of your numerous addresses."
"A chauffeur," corrected the other; "a Swede, Jonsen."
Crawley nodded.
"I thought he was a Swede."
"Have you seen him?" asked the other quickly.
"He came down to make some inquiries in Eastbourne," said Crawley, "and I happened to meet him. One of those talkative fellows who opens his heart to a uniform. I stopped him from going to the house, so I saved you a shock--if John Minute had been there, I mean."
The other bit his lips, and his face showed his concern.
"That"s bad," he said. "He has been very restless and rather impertinent lately, and has been looking for another job. What did you tell him?"
"I told him to come down next Wednesday," said Crawley. "I thought you"d like to make a few arrangements in the meantime."
He held out his hand, and the young man, who did not mistake the gesture, dived into his pockets with a scowl and handed four five-pound notes into the outstretched palm.