"Go slow. She"s only an acid-drop, and you can"t size her up, just as an ordinary girl. She was crazy on Markham, the father of this young Ainsleigh, and----"
"And proposes to hang the son to avenge herself on his father. A nice woman, truly. But it seems to me Mr. Burgh that if anyone killed Miss Wharf, Hwei is the man."
"Might be. He wasn"t at the ball anyhow. Tung-yu was."
"But Tung-yu--as I understand from Miss Pewsey--intended to call the next day--to-day that is--and buy the fan for five thousand."
"Huh," Clarence heaved up his shoulder again, "perhaps he thought he"d settle in another way. "Day. I"ll be along here whenever you like to call. I wish to see this biznai through, you bet."
Rodgers departed, and sought out Rupert at Royabay. The young man was walking up and down the terrace smoking furiously. At the sight of the stranger he frowned and Rodgers noted that he looked worn and ill.
"Might be money worries," thought the detective, "and it might be the other thing."
However, he kept these thoughts to himself and merely detailed what he had learned from Miss Pewsey and set forth the accusation she brought against him. Ainsleigh heard the detective quietly enough, and smiled wearily when the explanation was concluded. "Miss Pewsey doesn"t love me," he said quietly, "and would like to see me out of the way, so that Miss Rayner could marry her nephew."
"I see," nodded Rodgers, "Miss Rayner will have the dead lady"s money, and the nephew is poor."
"I really don"t know," replied Rupert coldly, "Mr. Burgh is a mystery to me. He comes from nowhere, though I believe he has been in China."
"And knows what about the fan?"
"I think so. At all events, young Walker declares that Burgh was talking to a Chinaman near the Mansion House. Burgh admits this, and also admits that the Chinaman was Hwei, who put in that advertis.e.m.e.nt.
"I"m inclined to suspect Hwei himself," said Rodgers looking keenly at the worn face of the young man, "but this silk tie----"
"It is mine, Mr. Rodgers. Miss Rayner gave it to me last night."
"So Miss Pewsey says--on the balcony."
"Quite so. Miss Pewsey was spying and saw the tie given. As the colours are rather p.r.o.nounced, she could easily identify it. I took it to the cloak-room and placed it in the pocket of my overcoat."
"And took it out again?"
"No." Rupert rose and grew crimson, "surely you are not so unjust as to believe Miss Pewsey"s malignant tale."
"You may be sure, Mr. Ainsleigh, that I"ll act fairly towards you," said the detective dryly, "but the tie having been used to strangle--"
"I don"t know how it came round her throat," interrupted Ainsleigh imperiously, "I placed the tie in my overcoat pocket--that was the last I saw of it, until I noticed it on Miss Wharf"s dead body."
"Did anyone else see the tie?"
"Yes, Major Tidman."
"Who is he?"
"A retired Army man--South American Army--who stops at Bristol Hotel. He is much respected here. I went to the cloak-room, and found him talking to Tung-yu. Both saw me place the tie in my coat."
Rodgers sat up. "Oh," said he opening his eyes widely, "then Tung-yu saw you place the tie in the coat."
"He did, but if you suspect he took it out again, I think you are wrong.
He left the room and I exchanged a few words with Major Tidman."
"What about?"
"About this fan. Major Tidman told me to leave it alone. But of course I never intended to meddle with it. Miss Wharf had it, and she hated me too much to let me handle it, though she did give me the chance of making the money," said Rupert, with an after thought.
"Eh, how was that?"
"She offered to let me have the fan if I gave up my claim to Miss Rayner, whom she desired should marry Mr. Burgh, I refused."
"Humph," said Rodgers again, "and how does Major Tidman come to know about the fan?"
"I refer you to him for an answer."
"And how did he come to know Tung-yu?"
"I believe he met him in Canton," replied Rupert restlessly, "he had some adventure there--?"
"Connected with this ubiquitous fan?" asked Rodgers sharply.
"Yes. He promised to tell me the adventure to-day, but I had not seen him yet."
"Humph. He may come after all. I"ll call on this gentleman. At the Bristol you say. Quite so," Rodgers took a note. "Now then Mr.
Ainsleigh, tell me how you came to go up about the advertis.e.m.e.nt?"
Rupert related his father"s dealings with Lo-Keong, and referred to the secret said to be connected with the fan. The detective heard him in silence, and appeared to be struck by his frankness. "I think it"s one of the most complicated cases I ever had to do with, Mr. Ainsleigh, and will take a lot of searching into."
"I hope you don"t suspect me?"
"Humph, the tie is, strangely enough, the rope used to strangle this woman, and you admit that it is yours. But Tung-yu saw you put it in your overcoat pocket, and he wanted the fan--"
"For five thousand pounds remember. Hwei was the one who threatened to gain the fan, by killing."
"Don"t defend Tung-yu too much," said the detective dryly, "your position is not a pleasant one and--"
"Do you mean to arrest me?" asked Rupert rising angrily.
"Not at present. But no doubt at the inquest you can prove an alibi."
Rupert turned away, "I can"t," he said in a low voice, "I was walking outside smoking between eleven and twelve--on the beach."
"That"s a pity, Mr. Ainsleigh, I may have to arrest you after all. But who is this gentleman. Major Tidman!--quite so. Good-day Major."
CHAPTER XI
THE CANTON ADVENTURE