"Ho!" snorted the buccaneer, "and Tung-yu"s gone to China with Hwei and the fan. Shucks! They ga.s.sed that at the inquest, but the poppy-c.o.c.k don"t go down along o" me. No Sir. I guess old Forge has the article.
Now you sail in with me, and find out."
"How can I?"
"Well," said the buccaneer reflectively, "your father was a friend of the doctor"s and he"s chums with you. Just you get him to be confidential like, and then----"
"Forge is the last man to be confidential with anyone," said Rupert coldly, "and if this be your scheme I can"t help you. There is not a shred of evidence to prove that Forge killed Miss Wharf."
"No. That"s a frozen fact; but I guess I"m going to straighten out Forge to pay out Aunty. Then both will have to part with cash for my going on the long trail. I"m in the dark now, but later----"
An end was put to Mr. Burgh"s chatter by the stoppage of the train at a station, and by the entrance of a joyful party of father, mother and three children. These last returning from a happy day in the country made themselves agreeable by crying. Clarence closed his mouth, and only bent forward to say one last word to Rupert, "I reckon we"ll talk of this to-morrow when I get back to Marport," said he, "I"m putting up at the Bristol, and aunty"s footing the bill."
Ainsleigh nodded and buried himself in his own thoughts. He did not see how Clarence could bring the crime home to Dr. Forge, but the buccaneer evidently had his suspicions. Rupert resolved to keep in with Burgh on the chance that something might come of the matter. He saw well enough that Clarence, in desperate want of money, would do all in his power to prove Forge guilty and would then blackmail him and Miss Pewsey, or, as she would then be, Mrs. Forge. This last design which Rupert suspected Burgh entertained, he resolved should not be put into practise: but if Forge was guilty, he would be arrested and tried. Therefore when Clarence parted with Ainsleigh at the Liverpool street station, the latter was moderately friendly.
""Night," said the buccaneer wringing Ainsleigh"s hand. "See you to-morrow at Marport. Keep it dark," and he winked and disappeared.
Ainsleigh moved towards the barrier to give up his ticket. As he did so he was roughly jostled, but could not see the person who thus banged against him. He left the station however, with the feeling that he was being followed, and kept looking back to see if, amongst the crowd, there was any special person at his heels. But he could see no one with his eyes on him. Yet the feeling continued even when he got into the underground train, which was to take him to Rotherhithe.
The young man had put on a shabby suit of blue serge for the adventure and,--as the night was rainy,--wore a heavy overcoat, the same in fact, which he had left in the cloak-room of the Bristol hotel on that memorable occasion. The compartment was filled with a rather rough set of workmen going home, and some were the worse for liquor. However Rupert sitting quietly in his own corner was not disturbed and arrived in Rotherhithe without trouble. He was thankful for this, as he did not wish to have a row when engaged on a secret errand.
It was dark and stormy when he stepped out into the street, but as the address given in the letter written to Major Tidman, was that of a narrow street close at hand--Rupert had looked it up in the Directory,--he did not take a cab. On his way along the streaming pavement he again had the sensation of being followed, and felt for the revolver, with which he had very wisely provided himself. But nothing happened, and he arrived at the mouth of the narrow street which was called Penter"s Alley. There were few people about, as the ragged loafers were within, not caring to face the pelting rain in their light attire. Rupert stepped cautiously down the side street, and saw in the distance a Chinese lantern, which he knew, marked the house he was to enter. This token had been set forth in the letter.
Just as the young man was half way down, a dark figure, which had crept up behind him, darted forward and aimed a blow at him. Rupert dodged and tried to close: but at that moment another figure dashed between the two men and delivered a right-hander. There was a stifled cry of rage and the clash of a knife on the wet pavement. Then the first a.s.sailant cleared off, and Rupert found himself facing his rescuer. "Just in time," said Clarence Burgh.
"What, you here," said Rupert surprised. "I left you at the station."
"I guess that"s so, but I followed you--"
"And by what right--"
"That"s square enough," replied Burgh, "you"d agreed to work along with me on this racket."
"Not altogether. I had not made up my mind."
"Well I guess you"ll make it up now Mr. Ainsleigh. It was a good job I came after you as I did, or this would have been into your ribs," and he held up a long knife which he had picked up.
"I am much obliged," said Ainsleigh, "but--"
"Well if you"re obliged, let me go along with you and see you through this game. I don"t know what it is, but I"m on for larks."
Ainsleigh reflected, and on the impulse of the moment trusted the man.
Clarence had undoubtedly saved his life, and it would be just as well to take him. Also Clarence could do no harm, as Tung-yu and Hwei would see to that. "Very good," said Ainsleigh, "come along. I"m going to where that Chinese lantern is."
Clarence gave a long whistle and smote his leg, "Gad," said he between his teeth, "you"re on the Chinese racket again."
"Oh, behalf of Major Tidman," and Rupert rapidly gave details.
Burgh whistled again, "Ho," he laughed, "so they think Tidman"s the strangler. Well I guess not. Forge for my money. Let"s heave ahead Ainsleigh, and see what the c.h.i.n.keys have to say."
The two moved on and stopped under the lantern. A sharp knock at a closed door brought forth a Chinese boy, who was dressed--queerly enough--all in red. Rupert recalled Tidman"s adventure at Canton, and did not like the look of things. But Clarence pushed past him and addressed the boy.
"We"ve come to see Tung-yu," said he, "give this brat the letter, Ainsleigh."
The boy took the letter and instead of looking at it by the light of the lantern, smelt it carefully. Then Ainsleigh remembered that it was strongly perfumed with some queer scent. Clarence cackled.
"Rummy coves these Chinese beasts," said he politely.
Evidently the boy was satisfied, for he threw open the door, and the two adventurers entered. They pa.s.sed along a narrow corridor to a second door. On this being opened, they turned down a long pa.s.sage to the right and were conducted by the red boy into a small room decorated in Chinese fashion, somewhat after the style of that in Dr. Forge"s house. At the end there was a shrine with a hideous G.o.d set up therein, and before this, smoked some joss sticks giving out a strange perfume. A ta.s.selled lantern hung from the ceiling. The chairs and table, elegant in design were of carved black wood, and the walls were hung with gaily pictured paper. The room was neat and clean, but pervaded by that strange atmosphere of the East which brings back curious memories to those who have travelled into those parts. After conducting them into this room, the red boy vanished and the men found themselves alone.
"Well I reckon we"re got to make ourselves comfortable," said the buccaneer sitting, "rum shanty--just like an opium den I know of, down "Frisco way. Ho! I wonder how Tung-yu"s escaped the police?"
"I wonder rather who it was that tried to knife me," said Rupert sitting.
Clarence looked queer. "We"ll talk of that when we get through with this business. Here"s some fairy."
Even while he spoke a tall lean Chinaman entered noiselessly. He had a rather fierce face and one eye. Burgh started up.
"Hwei," said he amazed. "I thought you had lighted out for "Frisco."
CHAPTER XVI
THE FAN MYSTERY
The one-eyed Chinaman did not smile, nor did he greet Burgh in any way, friendly or otherwise. He simply looked at the two, with an impa.s.sive gaze and then glanced at a clock, the hands of which pointed to thirty minutes past eleven. What a clock should be doing in this Eastern room, the visitors could not make out. It seemed to be out of place. Yet there it was, and there was Hwei staring at it. He still preserved silence and brought his one eye from the clock to Rupert with a malevolent glare.
"Major Tidman has not come," said Hwei in English, as good as that spoken by Tung-yu, but in a grating voice.
"No," said Rupert who was addressed. "He received your note,--or rather Tung-yu"s letter,--and asked me to come here on his behalf."
"And I guess Hwei," drawled Clarence, "that I have come to see the business through."
"That will not take long," said the Chinaman cheerfully, yet with an unpleasant stare, "where is the fan of the Mandarin?"
"I have not got it," replied Ainsleigh shortly.
"Major Tidman did not send it perhaps."
"No. For the simple reason that it is not in his possession."
"That," said Hwei grimly, "is a lie."
"It"s the truth," chipped in Burgh suddenly, "old man Tidman didn"t choke that woman!"
"You mean Miss Wharf."