"But you told him, you did confess to the Chinaman."
"Oh that"s all right. Forge don"t care a red cent for their telling the police. They won"t engineer the biznai into the courts. So long as they get the fan, they don"t mind. Forge knows they won"t make the matter public, but now he"s in mortal fear, lest they should kill him."
"Thinking he"s got the fan."
"You bet--on my evidence. Well," said Burgh calmly and with a twinkle in his evil eyes. "I reckon old man Forge is in an almighty fix. He"s in danger of being knifed by Hwei--thanks to me, and of being hanged for killing the old girl--thanks to you."
Olivia"s face expressed her disgust. "If you have heard all you wish to hear, we"ll go away," she said to her husband.
"Right oh," said Burgh. "Don"t mind me. Pretty place y"have here," he added looking round the beautiful cloisters, "that"s the place where they lynched the old monk I reckon. I"ve heard that silly rhyme of yours, Ainsleigh. I guess you"ve fulfilled one part."
"How so?" asked Rupert stiffly.
"About the marriage y"know. A poor Ainsleigh has wedded a poor wife. So that"s all right. Now I--"
"I must be going," interrupted Ainsleigh annoyed by the man"s glib talk, "have you anything else to say?"
"Only this. Forge is going to hitch long-side Aunt Lavinia to-morrow, and if you run him in, she"ll get left."
"All the better for her," said Ainsleigh calmly, "he"s a bad lot."
"That"s so. Much worse than you think. He was the man who tried to stab you in Penter"s Alley."
"No."
"He was though. I saw his face under the lamp, as he let fly. Then he cut and--you know the rest. But I"m off. My eye," Clarence chuckled, "what a shine there"ll be to-morrow, when Aunty gets left."
Burgh strolled away whistling, and Olivia expressed her disgust at his free and easy manners. Rupert, reflecting on what Clarence had told him of Forge"s a.s.sault, resolved to be a fair and open enemy. He decided to call on Forge and tell him that he had written to Rodgers. Also, he desired to ask why he attempted the second crime. Olivia approved, so Rupert went early next day to Tidman"s Avenue. The door was opened by Mrs. Bressy who was wiping her mouth as though she had just been at the bottle, which was probably the case. In reply to Rupert"s enquiry for her master, she told him that Dr. Forge had gone. "He went to Londing, sir--larst night," said Mrs. Bressy.
"Did he leave any address?"
"No, Mr. Ainsleigh, he did not."
The inference was easy. Forge had bolted.
CHAPTER XVIII
A SURPRISE
Rupert was much disappointed that Forge had not been arrested. Apart from the fact that he thought the old scoundrel should suffer for his dastardly crime in killing an inoffensive woman, he wished to learn what Forge could reveal of his father"s death. The explanation already given, did not satisfy him, and he suspected that the doctor knew more than he chose to admit. But under pressure, and standing in danger of his life, he might be induced to be more explicit. But, as the man, apparently warned by Clarence, had disappeared, there was no more to be said. And Forge had taken a large trunk, and all his loose cash, so there was no doubt that he intended to keep away from Marport.
Ainsleigh, much disgusted, went to seek Clarence Burgh at the Bristol Hotel, but learned, that he also, had gone away. Much perplexed the young man sought out Major Tidman, and laid the case before him. The Major was much astonished at the recital, and very angry to learn that Hwei and Tung-yu suspected him of the murder. "But I guessed they did, from the fact of that letter asking after the fan," said Tidman, pacing his room, much agitated. "I hope Ainsleigh, they don"t think I have it now, or my life will not be worth a moment"s purchase."
"No. You needn"t worry. Burgh has fully convinced them, that Forge has the fan."
"Then they"ll make for him."
"No doubt, and perhaps that is why Forge cleared out. But I don"t understand why our friend Burgh should make himself scarce."
"I do," said Tidman sitting down and wiping his bald forehead, "he isn"t a man with a clean past, and Forge knows about it. It"s just on the cards that, to revenge himself on Burgh for having told Hwei about the fan, Forge has written to the police giving an account of Master Clarence"s delinquency."
"But, on the other hand, if Burgh warned Forge that I had written to Rodgers, the doctor might forgive him."
"Not he. Forge is a bitter hater, and after all, Clarence would only be trying to right, what he had put wrong. If he"d held his tongue about the fan and the murder, there would be no need for Forge to cut. As it is, I believe the doctor will make it hot for our mutual friend."
"When did you see Burgh last?"
"At dinner last night. He said nothing about going away, and I quite believed he would stop on. He"s in good quarters here and Miss Pewsey is paying the bill. But he took a small bag with him, saying he was going up town for a few days, and left by the nine evening train."
"Ah! He may come back after all."
"He may: but I doubt it. He doesn"t want to face an inquiry. You see he gave the tie to Forge and said nothing about it at the inquest, so that makes him an accessory after the fact."
"But Burgh didn"t know Forge"s game."
"No. All the same he should have spoken out at the inquest. Well, and what is to be done now?"
"Nothing. I"m sick of the whole business. But Forge told me that this Mandarin, Lo-Keong, holds eight thousand pounds belonging to my father.
I intend to write for it."
Tidman looked doubtful. "I don"t think you"ll get it," said he, "unless you produce the fan."
"Oh! I expect Forge has taken that away with him."
"Well then, Tung-yu and Hwei will be on his track, and I shouldn"t give much for his life."
"Wait a bit. He may get the money from Tung-yu."
"If he chances on Tung-yu"s day. Queer start that," added the Major musingly, "the red boy appeared when I just had my big toe cut off and saved my life. It happened, much the same with you, and Hwei lost his power, as he was getting ready to kill you. I wonder these two scoundrels obey the G.o.d so slavishly."
"Oh, they are both afraid of the G.o.d," said Rupert, rising to take his leave, "but I must get home. There"s nothing more to be discussed."
"Nothing," replied the Major chuckling, "unless it is about that old cat"s disappointment. I"ll go up to St. Peter"s church and see how she takes it."
"Of course," said Ainsleigh lingering at the door, "it"s her wedding day. I expect she knows by this time, that Forge has cut."
"I hope not," said the Major cruelly. "I wouldn"t lose the fun for something."
Rupert didn"t agree with his callous view of the case, as Miss Pewsey was a woman after all, although a bad one; and it would be hard that she should suffer, what she would certainly regard as a public disgrace. So Rupert avoided St. Peter"s Church, and went home again. Here he found Olivia with a letter.
"This arrived by the early post," she explained, "but you went out so quickly, that I could not give it to you. Just look at it Rupert, such beautiful writing."
"A foreigner"s evidently," said her husband, looking at the really elegant calligraphy. "They take more care than we do of their pot-hook and hangers. Olivia." He started.