"Win?" echoed the other. "Why, man, we can"t possibly lose."
"Suppose he died?"
"He won"t die, I"ll take care of that," said Adams, with a fierce expression upon his somewhat evil countenance. "No; the old blackguard shall live, and his life shall be rendered a h.e.l.l of terror and remorse.
He made my life so bitter that a thousand times I"ve longed for death.
He taunted me with my misfortunes, ruined me and laughed in my face, jeered at my unhappiness and flaunted his wealth before me when I was penniless. But through all these years I have kept silence, laughing within myself because of his ignorance that I alone held his secret, and that when I chose I could rise and crush him.
"He had no suspicion of my knowledge until one blazing day in a foreign city I betrayed myself. I was a fool, I know. But very soon afterwards I repaid the error by death. I died and was buried, so that he then believed himself safe, and has remained in self-satisfied security until this morning, when his gaze met mine through the window. I have risen from the dead," he added, with a short, dry laugh; "risen to avenge myself by his ruin."
"And his death," added the hunchback.
"Don"t I tell you he shall not die?" cried Adams. "What satisfaction should I have were he to commit suicide? No; I mean to watch his agony, to terrify him and drive him to an existence constantly fearing exposure and arrest. He shall not enjoy a moment"s peace of mind, but shall be tortured by conscience and driven mad by terror. I will repay his evil actions towards me and mine a hundredfold."
"How can you prevent him escaping you by suicide?"
"He"ll never do that, for he knows his suicide would mean the ruin of Statham Brothers, and perhaps the ruin of hundreds of families. The canting old hypocrite would rather do anything nowadays than ruin the poor investor."
"Yet look at his operations in earlier days! Did he not lay the foundation of the house by the exercise of cunning and unscrupulous double-dealing? Was it not mainly by his influence that a great war was forced on, and did he not clear, it is declared, more than half a million by sacrificing the lives of thousands? And he actually has the audacity to dole out sums to charities, and contributions to hospitals and convalescent homes!"
"The world always looks at a man"s present, my dear old chap, never at his past," responded the hunchback.
"Unfortunately that is so, otherwise the truth would be remembered and the name of Statham held up to scorn and universal disgust. Yet," Adams went on, "I grant you that he is not much worse than others in the same category. The smug frock coat and light waistcoat of the successful City man so very often conceals a black and ungenerous heart."
"But if you really make this exposure as you threaten, it will arouse the greatest sensation ever produced in England in modern years," Lyle remarked, slowly lighting a fresh cigarette.
"I will make it--and more!" he declared, bringing his fist down heavily upon the table. "I have waited all these years for my revenge, and, depend upon it, it will be humiliating and complete."
For a few moments neither man spoke. At last Lyle said: "I have more than once wondered whether you are not making a mistake in your a.s.sociation with that young man Barclay."
"Max Barclay is a fool. He doesn"t dream the real game we are playing with him."
"No. If he did, he wouldn"t have anything to do with us."
"I suppose he wouldn"t. But the whole thing appears to him such a gilt-edged one that we"ve fascinated him--and he"ll be devilish useful to us in the near future."
"You"ve inquired about that girl, I suppose?"
"Yes. She"s in a drapery shop--at Cunnington"s, in Oxford Street, and, funnily enough, is sister of old Sam"s secretary."
"His sister! By Jove! we ought to know her--one of us. She might be able to find out something."
"No: we must keep away from her at present," Adams urged. Then, in a curious voice, he added: "We may find it necessary to become her enemy, you know. And if so, she ought not to be personally acquainted with either of us. Do you follow me?"
"You mean that we may find it necessary to secure Max Barclay"s aid at sacrifice of the girl--eh?"
His companion smiled meaningly.
"We must be careful how we use Barclay," Lyle said. "The young man has his eyes open."
"I know. I"m well aware of that," Adams said, quickly. "He will be of the greatest a.s.sistance to us."
"If he has no suspicions."
"What suspicion can he have?" laughed the other. "All that we"ve told him he believes to be gospel truth. Only the night before last we dined together at Romano"s, and after an hour at the Empire he took me to his club to chat and smoke."
"He, of course, believes the story of the railway concession to be genuine," Lyle suggested. "Let me see, the concession is somewhere in the Balkans, isn"t it?"
"Yes; the railroad from Nisch, in Servia, across Northern Albania, to San Giovanni di Medua, on the Adriatic. A grand scheme that"s been talked of for years, and which the Sultan has always prevented by refusing to allow the line to pa.s.s through Turkish territory.
"Our story is," added Adams, "that his Majesty has at last signed an irade granting permission, and that within a month or so the whole concession will be given over to an English group of whom I am the representative. I saw that the scheme appealed to him from the very first. He recognised that there was money in it, for such a line would tap the whole trade of the Balkans, and by a junction near the Iron Gates of the Danube, take the trade of Roumania, Hungary, and South-Western Russia to the Adriatic instead of as at present into the Black Sea.
"For the past week I"ve met Barclay nearly every day. He suggested that, as the railway would be a matter of millions, he should approach old Sam Statham and ask him to lend us his support."
"Does he know Statham?"
"Slightly. But I at once declined to allow him to speak about the scheme."
"Why?"
"Because old Sam, with the aid of his spies and informants in diplomatic circles, could in three days satisfy himself whether our story was true or false. It would have given the whole story away at once. So I made an excuse for continued secrecy."
"Quite right. We must not court failure by allowing any inquiry to be prematurely made," said Lyle. "Make the project a secret one, and speak of it with bated breath. Hint at diplomatic difficulties between Turkey and England, if the truth were known."
"That"s just what I have done, and he"s completely misled. I explained that Germany would try and bring pressure upon the Sultan to withdraw the irade as soon as it were known that the railway had fallen into British hands. And he believed me implicitly!"
"He had no suspicion of whom you really are?"
"Certainly not. He believes that I"ve never met Statham but that I have the greatest admiration for his financial stability and his excellent personal qualities," Adams replied: "He knows me as Jean Adam, of Paris, as they do here in these flats--a man who has extensive business relations in the Near East, and therefore well in with the pashas of the Sublime Porte and the officials of the Yildiz. I tell you, Lyle, the young fellow believes in me."
"Because you"re such a confoundedly clever actor, Adams. You"d deceive the cutest business man in London, with your wonderful doc.u.ments, your rosy prospectuses, and your tales of fortunes ready to be picked up if only a few thousands are invested. You"ve thoroughly fascinated young Max Barclay, who, believing that you"ve obtained a very valuable concession, is seized with a laudable desire to share the profits and to obtain a lucrative occupation as a director of the company in question."
"Once he has fallen entirely in our power, the rest will be easy,"
answered the adventurer. "I mean to have my revenge, and you receive thirty thousand as your share."
"But what form is this revenge of yours to take?" the hunchback inquired. "You have never told me that."
"It is my own affair," answered Adams, leaning back against the mantelshelf.
"Well, I think between friends there should not be any distrust," Lyle remarked. "You don"t think I"d give you away, do you? It"s to my interest to a.s.sist you and obtain the thirty thousand."
"And you will, if you stick to me," Adams answered.
"But I"d like to know your main object."
"You know that already."
"But only yesterday you told me that you don"t want a farthing of old Statham"s money."