"Now, what evidence can he want?" asked Jim.
"Such as will prove Braine an undesirable citizen."
"And then?"
"Quietly pack him off to Russia, where he is badly wanted."
"Who sent this message?"
"One of our mysterious friends. We have a few, as you already know.
But I"ll go and make this man Servan a visit. I have seen the real minister, and if this man is the same one, something of importance may turn up. I shall want you somewhere about. Here, I"ll let you have this letter. Remember, heat brings it out and cold air makes it vanish. Now I"ll go up for a moment to see how that poor girl is getting along. We are lucky; there"s no gainsaying that."
"You"re a clever man, Jones," said Jim.
Jones turned upon him, his face grave. The two men looked steadily into each other"s eyes. Jones was first to turn aside his glance, as he had something to conceal and Jim had nothing.
When the ambulance took the tortured Susan away, Jones addressed Florence gravely.
"I am going out, and so is Mr. Norton. Do not leave the house; not even if you have a telephone call from me or Norton. Both of us will return; so don"t let anything bother or confuse you."
"I promise," said Florence, struggling with a sob.
Jones went down-stairs again, paused by a window as if cogitating, and suddenly threw it up and looked abroad. A rustle among the lilacs caused a smile to flit across his face. So they had sent some one to learn the effect of the poison? Or to follow him should he leave the house? He retired to the kitchen and gave some explicit orders to the chef, orders which did not in any way refer to cooking. Then Jones and the reporter left the house, each quite aware that they were being followed. Near the Blank Hotel they separated in order to confuse the stalker. He might dodder and follow the wrong man. But it was evident that this time he had been directed to follow Jones; for he entered the hotel a minute after Jones.
Meantime a second spy, whom Jones had not seen, had observed the transfer of the invisible writing and had immediately informed Braine, who was not far away. That his poisoned fruit had stricken down an outsider troubled him none at all. But that mysterious message he meant to have; it might be a life and death affair, it might be a clue to the treasure, or the whereabouts of Hargreave.
Thus, while only one man followed Jones, several kept a far eye on Jim.
Jones scribbled his name on a blank card and had it taken to the Russian"s room. The page eyed that card curiously. It was different from anything he had ever seen before. In one corner were written three or four words which resembled a cross between Hebrew and Greek.
"Humph!" muttered the boy. "Whadda y" know about that? Chicken scratches; but I guess the bell rings Roosian. On your way, Hortense,"
he cried to the hall maid, who wanted a look at the card. "Up t" th"
room, sir. He"ll see yuh!" The boy kept the silver salver extended expectantly, but Jones went past without apparently noticing the hint.
The Russian was standing by a window when Jones knocked and was bidden to enter.
"You are not Hargreave."
"Neither are you the Russian minister of police," urbanely.
"Who are you?"
"I am Hargreave"s confidential man, sir."
The two men eyed each other cautiously.
"You speak Russian?"
"No. I am able to scribble a few words; that is all."
The Russian lit a cigarette and smoked leisurely. He was in no hurry.
"No, I am not the minister; but I am his accredited agent. I am empowered to bring back to Russia a man who is known here by the name of Braine, another by the name of Vroon, and a woman who calls herself a countess and unfortunately is one. All I desire is some damaging proof against them that they are outlaws in this country. The rest will be simple."
"They have all three taken out naturalization papers."
[Ill.u.s.tration: THEY HAVE ALL THREE TAKEN OUT NATURALIZATION PAPERS]
The Russian waved his hand airily. "Once they are in Russia those doc.u.ments will never come to light. This man Braine, it has been learned, has long been in the pay of Prussia, and has given the general staff of that country many plans of our frontier fortifications. I do not know what any one of the three looks like. That is why I sought Hargreave."
"I will gladly point them out to you," said Jones, rubbing his hands together, a sign that he was greatly pleased.
"That will be very good of you, I"m sure," in a rumbling but perfectly intelligible English.
"And suddenly they all three will disappear."
"Suddenly; and you may believe me that from that time on they"ll be heard of never more."
"All this sounds extremely agreeable to me. Mr. Hargreave will be happy to hear that his long enforced hiding will soon come to an end."
"All you have to do, sir, is to point them out to me."
"It may take a week or ten days."
"My government has waited for ten years to gather in this delectable trio. A month, if you like."
"The sooner the better. I shall call this evening after dinner. We shall begin with Mr. Braine; and generally where he is is the woman.
Vroon will be the most difficult."
"After dinner, then, since you know some of his haunts. There is a reward."
Jones laughed shortly. "Keep it yourself, sir. Mr. Hargreave would willingly double whatever this reward is to eliminate these despicable creatures from his affairs."
"Thanks."
While this conversation was taking place Norton idled about; and feeling the cravings for a cigarette, prepared to roll one, only to find that he hadn"t the "makings." So fate urged him to step into the nearest tobacconist"s. He asked for his favorite brand and pa.s.sed over the silver.
Braine and his companions saw Norton enter the shop. It agreed with their plans perfectly. The tobacconist happened to be affiliated with the order. So they hurried into the shop. Jim instantly realized that he was in a trap.
"How can I get out of here?" he whispered to the tobacconist.
The latter smiled. "I have to obey these gentlemen. I don"t know what they want you for; but if I made a move to help you I should find my own throat cut without saving yours."
"The devil!"
Jim made a dash for the rear door, to find it locked. Even as he fumbled with the key Braine and his companions flung themselves upon the reporter and overpowered him.
"Ah, my friend Braine!" he said.