"This happy event, needless to say, never did occur, though the police made every effort to trace the man who had decoyed Schwarz into the cab. His appearance was such an uncommon one; it seemed most unlikely that no one in Liverpool should have noticed him after he left that cab. The wonderful fur coat, the long beard, all must have been noticeable, even though it was past four o"clock on a somewhat foggy December afternoon.
"But every investigation proved futile; no one answering Schwarz"s description of the man had been seen anywhere. The papers continued to refer to the case as "the Liverpool Mystery." Scotland Yard sent Mr. Fairburn down-the celebrated detective-at the request of the Liverpool police, to help in the investigations, but nothing availed.
"Prince Semionicz, with his suite, left Liverpool, and he who had attempted to blacken his character, and had succeeded in robbing Messrs. Winslow and Va.s.sall of 10,500, had completely disappeared."
The man in the corner readjusted his collar and necktie, which, during the narrative of this interesting mystery, had worked its way up his long, crane-like neck under his large flappy ears. His costume of checked tweed of a peculiarly loud pattern had tickled the fancy of some of the waitresses, who were standing gazing at him and giggling in one corner. This evidently made him nervous. He gazed up very meekly at Polly, looking for all the world like a bald-headed adjutant dressed for a holiday.
"Of course, all sorts of theories of the theft got about at first. One of the most popular, and at the same time most quickly exploded, being that young Schwarz had told a c.o.c.k-and-bull story, and was the actual thief himself.
"However, as I said before, that was very quickly exploded, as Mr. Schwarz senior, a very wealthy merchant, never allowed his son"s carelessness to be a serious loss to his kind employers. As soon as he thoroughly grasped all the circ.u.mstances of the extraordinary case, he drew a cheque for 10,500 and remitted it to Messrs. Winslow and Va.s.sall. It was just, but it was also high-minded.
"All Liverpool knew of the generous action, as Mr. Winslow took care that it should; and any evil suspicion regarding young Mr. Schwarz vanished as quickly as it had come.
"Then, of course, there was the theory about the Prince and his suite, and to this day I fancy there are plenty of people in Liverpool, and also in London, who declare that the so-called Russian police officer was a confederate. No doubt that theory was very plausible, and Messrs. Winslow and Va.s.sall spent a good deal of money in trying to prove a case against the Russian Prince.
"Very soon, however, that theory was also bound to collapse. Mr. Fairburn, whose reputation as an investigator of crime waxes in direct inverted ratio to his capacities, did hit upon the obvious course of interviewing the managers of the larger London and Liverpool agents de change. He soon found that Prince Semionicz had converted a great deal of Russian and French money into English bank-notes since his arrival in this country. More than 30,000 in good solid, honest money was traced to the pockets of the gentleman with the sixteen quarterings. It seemed, therefore, more than improbable that a man who was obviously fairly wealthy would risk imprisonment and hard labour, if not worse, for the sake of increasing his fortune by 10,000.
"However, the theory of the Prince"s guilt has taken firm root in the dull minds of our police authorities. They have had every information with regard to Prince Semionicz"s antecedents from Russia; his position, his wealth, have been placed above suspicion, and yet they suspect and go on suspecting him or his secretary. They have communicated with the police of every European capital; and while they still hope to obtain sufficient evidence against those they suspect, they calmly allow the guilty to enjoy the fruit of his clever roguery."
"The guilty?" said Polly. "Who do you think-"
"Who do I think knew at that moment that young Schwarz had money in his possession?" he said excitedly, wriggling in his chair like a Jack-in-the-box. "Obviously some one was guilty of that theft who knew that Schwarz had gone to interview a rich Russian, and would in all probability return with a large sum of money in his possession?"
"Who, indeed, but the Prince and his secretary?" she argued. "But just now you said-"
"Just now I said that the police were determined to find the Prince and his secretary guilty; they did not look further than their own stumpy noses. Messrs. Winslow and Va.s.sall spent money with a free hand in those investigations. Mr. Winslow, as the senior partner, stood to lose over 9000 by that robbery. Now, with Mr. Va.s.sall it was different.
"When I saw how the police went on blundering in this case I took the trouble to make certain inquiries, the whole thing interested me so much, and I learnt all that I wished to know. I found out, namely, that Mr. Va.s.sall was very much a junior partner in the firm, that he only drew ten per cent of the profits, having been promoted lately to a partnership from having been senior a.s.sistant.
"Now, the police did not take the trouble to find that out."
"But you don"t mean that-"
"I mean that in all cases where robbery affects more than one person the first thing to find out is whether it affects the second party equally with the first. I proved that to you, didn"t I, over that robbery in Phillimore Terrace? There, as here, one of the two parties stood to lose very little in comparison with the other-"
"Even then-" she began.
"Wait a moment, for I found out something more. The moment I had ascertained that Mr. Va.s.sall was not drawing more than about 500 a year from the business profits I tried to ascertain at what rate he lived and what were his chief vices. I found that he kept a fine house in Albert Terrace. Now, the rents of those houses are 250 a year. Therefore speculation, horse-racing or some sort of gambling, must help to keep up that establishment. Speculation and most forms of gambling are synonymous with debt and ruin. It is only a question of time. Whether Mr. Va.s.sall was in debt or not at the time, that I cannot say, but this I do know, that ever since that unfortunate loss to him of about 1000 he has kept his house in nicer style than before, and he now has a good banking account at the Lancashire and Liverpool bank, which he opened a year after his "heavy loss.""
"But it must have been very difficult-" argued Polly.
"What?" he said. "To have planned out the whole thing? For carrying it out was mere child"s play. He had twenty-four hours in which to put his plan into execution. Why, what was there to do? Firstly, to go to a local printer in some out-of-the-way part of the town and get him to print a few cards with the high-sounding name. That, of course, is done "while you wait." Beyond that there was the purchase of a good second-hand uniform, fur coat, and a beard and a wig from a costumier"s.
"No, no, the execution was not difficult; it was the planning of it all, the daring that was so fine. Schwarz, of course, was a foreigner; he had only been in England a little over a fortnight. Va.s.sall"s broken English misled him; probably he did not know the junior partner very intimately. I have no doubt that but for his uncle"s absurd British prejudice and suspicions against the Russian Prince, Schwarz would not have been so ready to believe in the latter"s roguery. As I said, it would be a great boon if English tradesmen studied Gotha more; but it was clever, wasn"t it? I couldn"t have done it much better myself."
That last sentence was so characteristic. Before Polly could think of some plausible argument against his theory he was gone, and she was trying vainly to find another solution to the Liverpool mystery.
CHAPTER XIV
THE EDINBURGH MYSTERY
The man in the corner had not enjoyed his lunch. Miss Polly Burton could see that he had something on his mind, for, even before he began to talk that morning, he was fidgeting with his bit of string, and setting all her nerves on the jar.
"Have you ever felt real sympathy with a criminal or a thief?" he asked her after a while.
"Only once, I think," she replied, "and then I am not quite sure that the unfortunate woman who did enlist my sympathies was the criminal you make her out to be."
"You mean the heroine of the York mystery?" he replied blandly. "I know that you tried very hard that time to discredit the only possible version of that mysterious murder, the version which is my own. Now, I am equally sure that you have at the present moment no more notion as to who killed and robbed poor Lady Donaldson in Charlotte Square, Edinburgh, than the police have themselves, and yet you are fully prepared to pooh-pooh my arguments, and to disbelieve my version of the mystery. Such is the lady journalist"s mind."
"If you have some c.o.c.k-and-bull story to explain that extraordinary case," she retorted, "of course I shall disbelieve it. Certainly, if you are going to try and enlist my sympathies on behalf of Edith Crawford, I can a.s.sure you you won"t succeed."
"Well, I don"t know that that is altogether my intention. I see you are interested in the case, but I dare say you don"t remember all the circ.u.mstances. You must forgive me if I repeat that which you know already. If you have ever been to Edinburgh at all, you will have heard of Graham"s bank, and Mr. Andrew Graham, the present head of the firm, is undoubtedly one of the most prominent notabilities of "modern Athens.""
The man in the corner took two or three photos from his pocket-book and placed them before the young girl; then, pointing at them with his long bony finger-
"That," he said, "is Mr. Elphinstone Graham, the eldest son, a typical young Scotchman, as you see, and this is David Graham, the second son."
Polly looked more closely at this last photo, and saw before her a young face, upon which some lasting sorrow seemed already to have left its mark. The face was delicate and thin, the features pinched, and the eyes seemed almost unnaturally large and prominent.
"He was deformed," commented the man in the corner in answer to the girl"s thoughts, "and, as such, an object of pity and even of repugnance to most of his friends. There was also a good deal of talk in Edinburgh society as to his mental condition, his mind, according to many intimate friends of the Grahams, being at times decidedly unhinged. Be that as it may, I fancy that his life must have been a very sad one; he had lost his mother when quite a baby, and his father seemed, strangely enough, to have an almost unconquerable dislike towards him.
"Every one got to know presently of David Graham"s sad position in his father"s own house, and also of the great affection lavished upon him by his G.o.dmother, Lady Donaldson, who was a sister of Mr. Graham"s.
"She was a lady of considerable wealth, being the widow of Sir George Donaldson, the great distiller; but she seems to have been decidedly eccentric. Latterly she had astonished all her family-who were rigid Presbyterians-by announcing her intention of embracing the Roman Catholic faith, and then retiring to the convent of St. Augustine"s at Newton Abbot in Devonshire.
"She had sole and absolute control of the vast fortune which a doting husband had bequeathed to her. Clearly, therefore, she was at liberty to bestow it upon a Devonshire convent if she chose. But this evidently was not altogether her intention.
"I told you how fond she was of her deformed G.o.dson, did I not? Being a bundle of eccentricities, she had many hobbies, none more p.r.o.nounced than the fixed determination to see-before retiring from the world altogether-David Graham happily married.
"Now, it appears that David Graham, ugly, deformed, half-demented as he was, had fallen desperately in love with Miss Edith Crawford, daughter of the late Dr. Crawford, of Prince"s Gardens. The young lady, however-very naturally, perhaps-fought shy of David Graham, who, about this time, certainly seemed very queer and morose, but Lady Donaldson, with characteristic determination, seems to have made up her mind to melt Miss Crawford"s heart towards her unfortunate nephew.
"On October the 2nd last, at a family party given by Mr. Graham in his fine mansion in Charlotte Square, Lady Donaldson openly announced her intention of making over, by deed of gift, to her nephew, David Graham, certain property, money, and shares, amounting in total value to the sum of 100,000, and also her magnificent diamonds, which were worth 50,000, for the use of the said David"s wife. Keith Macfinlay, a lawyer of Prince"s Street, received the next day instructions for drawing up the necessary deed of gift, which she pledged herself to sign the day of her G.o.dson"s wedding.
"A week later The Scotsman contained the following paragraph:-
""A marriage is arranged and will shortly take place between David, younger son of Andrew Graham, Esq., of Charlotte Square, Edinburgh, and Dochnakirk, Perthshire, and Edith Lillian, only surviving daughter of the late Dr. Kenneth Crawford, of Prince"s Gardens."
"In Edinburgh society comments were loud and various upon the forthcoming marriage, and, on the whole, these comments were far from complimentary to the families concerned. I do not think that the Scotch are a particularly sentimental race, but there was such obvious buying, selling, and bargaining about this marriage that Scottish chivalry rose in revolt at the thought.
"Against that the three people most concerned seemed perfectly satisfied. David Graham was positively transformed; his moroseness was gone from him, he lost his queer ways and wild manners, and became gentle and affectionate in the midst of this great and unexpected happiness. Miss Edith Crawford ordered her trousseau, and talked of the diamonds to her friends, and Lady Donaldson was only waiting for the consummation of this marriage-her heart"s desire-before she finally retired from the world, at peace with it and with herself.
"The deed of gift was ready for signature on the wedding day, which was fixed for November 7th, and Lady Donaldson took up her abode temporarily in her brother"s house in Charlotte Square.