"I thank you, sir."
"Tell Peters to fetch me some brandy. The 1810. That will do."
Presently, when the police did come and, several hours later, in the person of Mr. Harvey, came again, they came upon the barriers, invisible and unscalable, which ignorance, properly paid, can erect. With an empty bag, Mr. Harvey made off; not far, however, a few squares below to the Athenaeum Club.
There, the hall-porter succeeded in being magnificent The strange and early visitor he rebuked. It was not customary for members to be murdered!
A badge, carelessly disclosed, disconcerted him. For a second only.
However unusual a member might be, no information could be supplied concerning him. There was another rule, equally strict. Strangers were not admitted. Though, whether the rule applied to a bull, he was uncertain. Momentarily, the hall-porter, previously magnificent, became an unhappy man. Misery is fertile. A compromise surprised him.
He crooked a thumb. "Here! Go "round by the back way and ask for Mr.
Johnson--he"s one of the captains."
From the steps, in the slanting rays of the morning sun, he saw him off.
But the gaiety of the eager rays that charged the air with little gold motes, did not cheer him. The l.u.s.tre of his office was tarnished. A member had been murdered! It was most unusual.
Meanwhile, down the area steps, a hostile and hasty youth in shirt-sleeves and a slashed waistcoat barred the way. The barring was brief. The badge and a smile demolished it. Within, beneath a low ceiling, at a long table, other youths, equally slashed but less hostile, were at breakfast.
Affably, the intruder raised a hand. "Gentlemen, don"t let me disturb you. I"m just having a look-in on Mr. Johnson."
Mr. Johnson did not breakfast with slashed young men; it would have been subversive to discipline, and it was negligently, through a lateral entrance, that presently he appeared. In evening clothes on this early morning, he surveyed his visitor, a big fellow with a slight moustache, an easy way and a missing front tooth, who went straight at it.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Johnson. My name"s Harvey. It"s about young Paliser. There may be something in it for you. I"m from Headquarters."
The captain coughed. "It"s awful. I can"t tell you anything though. He wasn"t here often. Doubt if I"ve seen him in a week." He looked about.
The slashed youths were edging up. "Come in here."
In an adjoining room, he took a chair, waved politely at another, coughed again and resumed. "You say there may be something in it for me?"
Mr. Harvey sat down. "Cert. There"ll be a reward--a big one."
The captain turned it over. "It is as much as my place is worth, but last evening one of the members was talking fierce about him."
"Yes, so I heard," said Mr. Harvey, who had heard nothing of the kind and who, not for an instant, had expected to tumble on a fierce-talking member. "I heard his name too. It"s--er----"
"Lennox," the captain put in.
"Lennox, yes, that"s it, and just to see how my account tallies with yours, what did he say?"
"He said he"d do for him. I could have laughed."
"It was funny, I laughed myself, and about a woman, wasn"t it?"
"I don"t know. But he was engaged to be married. I saw it in the papers."
"And this young Paliser b.u.t.ted in?"
"I couldn"t say. But he threw up his business and sat around and last night he was going to do for him."
"At the opera?"
"He was talking random-like. He had just had a B. and S. I didn"t hear anything about the opera. He wasn"t got up for it. Just a business suit.
But, Lord bless you, he didn"t do it. He isn"t that kind. Nice, free-handed feller."
"No, of course not. I wouldn"t believe it, not if you told me so. Let me see. Where did I hear he lives?"
"I don"t rightly know. Somewhere in the neighbourhood."
"So I thought and his first name is?"
"I"ve forgotten. Hold on! Keith! That"s it. Keith Lennox. Are you going to see him? P"raps he can set you straight."
"P"raps he can."
"But don"t let on about me, my friend."
"Not on your life," replied his friend, who added: "Where"s your hat?"
"My hat!" Mr. Johnson surprisedly exclaimed.
Affably that friend of his nodded. "Ever been to Headquarters? Well, you"re going there now!"
Then, presently, the captain and his friend ascended a stairway, down which, a few hours later, hoa.r.s.e voices came.
"Extra! Extra!"
x.x.x
At the Athenaeum, that afternoon, members gathered together, b.u.t.tonholed each other, talked it over and so importantly that, if you had not known better, you might have thought the war a minor event. It gave one rather a clear idea of the parochialism of clubland. But then, to discuss the affairs of people who never heard of you is, essentially, a social act.
Meanwhile the shouted extras had told of Lennox" arrest. The evening papers supplied the evidence.
In them you read that Lennox had said he would "do" for Paliser, that in his possession had been found a stiletto, an opera-check, together with a will, and that, when apprehended, he had been effecting what is called a getaway.
There you had the threat, the instrument, the opportunity and what more could you ask, except the motive? As for the rest, it was d.a.m.ning. On that point foregathering members agreed--with one exception.
In a seated group was Jones. His neighbours alarmed him. They belonged, he thought, to a very dangerous cla.s.s, to a cla.s.s which a sociologist defined as the most dangerous of all--to the stupid. According to them, Lennox was not merely guilty, he was worse. He had besplattered the club with the blood of a man who, hang it all, whether you liked him or not, was also a member. The Athenaeum would become a byword. Already, no doubt, it was known as the a.s.sa.s.sin"s. Et cetera and so forth.
The group thinned, increased, thinned again, scattered.
Jones, alone with a survivor, addressed him. "How is my handsome friend to-day?"
Verelst turned impatiently. "In no mood for jesting. I ought to have hurried him off. Now he is in jail."
Jones lit a cigarette. "There are honest men everywhere, even in jail, perhaps particularly in jail. Whom has he, do you know?"