Suddenly, Rupert caught sight of a figure crawling up the bank a little distance below, and again ran up the wharf to the pathway. The man who had landed caught sight of him, and leaping on to the hard path, ran along the river bank, but in a swaying manner, as though his powers of endurance were exhausted. Considering how hard he had battled with the current, probably the man"s strength had given out and Rupert, feeling fresh and fit, thought he would have no difficulty in catching up. But the man ran hard, and then dropped out of sight below the bank.
Apparently he had taken to the river again. Rupert raced down so quickly, as to overshoot the mark, where the man had slipped down. While looking round, he caught sight of him again. He ran up the bank and dodged into a narrow side street. Rupert was after him in a moment. The man had vanished round a corner--so Ainsleigh thought--but when Rupert came after, he saw the street in the moonlight was perfectly empty, and turned back. The fugitive had tricked him, by dodging into a dark corner, and was again on the bank. He leaped on the wharf, and scrambled down the piles to a boat which swung at the end of a long rope. While he hauled this in painfully, and pantingly, Rupert leaped on him. The man looked up with an oath, and closed with his pursuer. It was Burgh.
"The papers--the papers," gasped Rupert, "you give them up."
"I"ll kill you first," said Burgh setting his teeth, and, exhausted as he was, he struggled with preternatural strength. The two men swung and swayed on the edge of the wharf, till Burgh tripped up his opponent and both fell into the water. Rupert still held his grip, and felt the body of Burgh grow heavy. He rose to the surface, dragging at the buccaneer, and, as the two had fallen into shallow water, Rupert staggered on to the evil-smelling mud. He was obliged to let go Burgh, who apparently, had been playing possum, for he rose to his feet and made a feeble attempt to climb the bank. Seeing this, Rupert, who was almost exhausted himself with the long pursuit and the cold douche, struck out, and Burgh, with a cry of rage fell flat into the mud. The next moment Rupert was kneeling on his chest. "The papers, you scoundrel," he said between his teeth.
"Haven"t got them. Tung-yu----"
"You lie. Give me those papers, or I"ll tear your clothes off to find them."
Burgh tried to utter a taunting laugh, but the effort was too much for his strength. He stopped suddenly, and with a sob closed his eyes. The body became inert, and as Rupert could see no wound, he concluded that the buccaneer had fainted. At once he removed his knee, and began his search. He went deliberately through the pockets of the insensible man, and finally came across a packet bound in red brocade. It was in Burgh"s breast, next to the skin. Rupert, with this in his hand, rose with a gasp of relief. He had the papers after all, and now, could hope to get the money from the Mandarin. He slipped the important packet into his pocket, and then producing a flask of brandy, he forced a few drops between the clenched teeth of his antagonist. He did not wish the man to die, and moreover, he was desirous of questioning him. In a few moments Burgh opened his eyes. "You," he said, as soon as he recovered his scattered senses, and he made an effort to rise.
"No you don"t," said Rupert pushing him back, "you"ll try and reach for your revolver."
"Go slow," muttered Burgh, lying on his back in the mud. "I give in, Ainsleigh. You"ve won."
"I"ve got the papers, if that"s what you mean. They shall be given to Lo-Keong."
"And you"ll get the five thousand."
"I"ll get one hundred thousand," said Rupert, keeping a watchful eye on his late opponent.
"Huh," said Burgh with a groan, "what luck. And all I have got, is a ducking. Let me up and give me some more brandy. Remember, I saved your life from Forge, Ainsleigh."
"Quite so, and you tried to kill me just now," said Rupert dryly. "I think we are quits. However, here"s the brandy, and you can sit up. No treachery mind, or I"ll shoot you," and Rupert pulled out his Derringer.
The buccaneer gave a grunt and sat up with an effort. "I"m not up to a row," he gasped. "There"s no fight left in me. Great Scott, to think I was so near success. I"ll be poor for the rest of my life, I guess."
"You"ll be hanged for the murder of Miss Wharf, you mean."
Burgh took a deep draught of the brandy, which put new life into his veins. He actually grinned when he took the flask from his lips. "I reckon that"s not my end," said he. "I never killed the old girl. No sir--not such a flat."
"Then who did kill her?"
"Find out," was the ungracious response.
"See here, Burgh," said Rupert, swinging himself on to a pile of the wharf. "I mean to get to the bottom of this business, once and for all.
The papers shall be given to the Marquis and then, I hope, we shall hear the last of this fan business. But I must know who killed--"
"There--there," said Burgh with a shrug, and after another drink, "I cave in: you"ve got the bulge on me. But I guess, if you want to keep those papers, you"d best clear out, Tung-yu will be along soon looking for them. I leaped into a boat and pushed out, but that Chinese devil swam after, and when I got into trouble with the oars, he climbed on board with a long knife. I jumped over-board and made for the bank, where you raced me down. But I guess Tung-yu will bring that craft of his ash.o.r.e, and he"s hunting for me like a dog as he is."
"Rodgers, and Hwei, and Lo-Keong, and a lot of policemen are hunting for Tung-yu," said Rupert coolly, "so you need give yourself no further trouble. Tell me why you killed Miss Wharf?"
"I didn"t, confound you," growled Burgh.
"Then you know who did?"
"Yes--it was Forge."
"That"s a lie. Forge wrote to my wife, and denied that you gave him the tie."
"Then Tidman killed the old girl."
"No. He was with me on the beach. Come now, you shan"t get off in this way. Tell me who is guilty?"
"If I do, will you let me go?"
"I make no bargains. Out with it."
Burgh looked black, but being tired out and at the mercy of Rupert"s revolver, he growled sulkily, "It was Aunt Lavinia."
"Miss Pewsey--that frail little woman--impossible."
"Frail," echoed the buccaneer with scorn, "she"s as tough as hickory and as wicked a little devil as ever breathed. Why, she learned about the fan from Forge when he was delirious, and gave away the show to Lo-Keong in China--"
"I know that. And she wished Olivia to have the fan, that she might be killed."
"That"s so, you bet. But old Wharf got it, and so, was killed."
"But not by Tung-yu, or Hwei."
"No." Burgh took a final drink, and having emptied the flask, flung it into the river. Then he took out a cigarette, which was dry enough to light. When smoking, he began to laugh. "Well this is a rum show," said he. "I guess you"ve got all the fun. I"m sold proper."
"Tell me your story," said Rupert imperatively, "I want to get back to Penter"s Alley to see your aunt."
"Oh, I guess she"s a goner by this time," said Burgh easily, "Tung-yu knifed her."
"You mean Hwei. I found him wiping the knife."
"No. Tung-yu stuck her, and dropped the knife. Aunty was just pa.s.sing the packet to Hwei, when Tung-yu stabbed her. I reckon he intended to grab the packet, but I was too sharp for him, and caught it away from his hand. Then I raced out and he after me. Hwei stayed behind to clean the knife, I reckon."
"No, he followed you two almost immediately."
"Then both Chinamen will be here soon. You"d best cut."
"Not till I learn the truth."
"I"ve told you the truth," snapped Burgh, in a weary voice. "My old aunt strangled Miss Wharf. Yes. Aunty told me of the tie, and asked me to get it for her. I didn"t know what she wanted to do with it, so I did. I took it out of your pocket when Dalham was out of the room. Then I gave it to aunty. She told Miss Wharf that Tung-yu wanted to see her on the steps, after eleven. Miss Wharf went there and then aunty followed and sat down beside her on the steps. I guess she kept her in talk and then slipped the tie round her old throat and pulled with all her might. And she"s strong, I can tell you," added Clarence confidentially. "She nearly broke my arm one day twisting it. Miss Wharf hadn"t time to call out, and was a deader in two minutes, for aunty froze on to her like death."
"Death indeed," murmured Rupert with a shudder.
"Well then aunty bucked up round by the front of the hotel with the fan in her pocket and left the tie round the neck of the old girl, so that _you_ might hang. All went well, but the next day I went to aunty and asked for the fan. She was very sick, as she intended to sell it that day to Tung-yu. But Tung-yu had cut along with Hwei in the yacht, both thinking they might be accused of the murder. They thought that old Tidman did the biznai," grinned Burgh, "and I let them think so, having my own game to play with aunty."
"Well," said Ainsleigh shortly, "and what did you do?"
"I told aunty I"d split if I didn"t get the fan, so she pa.s.sed it along to me. Then I learned about the secret from Tung-yu--the waving in the smoke you know. I found out the kind of smoke from Forge--"
"And repaid him by a lying accusation."