Max had lunched over at White"s, and just come in to find Adam awaiting him. The Frenchman had risen and greeted him merrily, took the proffered Russian cigarette, and they; had settled themselves to chat.
"I"ve been expecting every day to hear from you," Adam exclaimed at last. "When do you propose starting for Constantinople?"
"Well, I"ve been thinking over the matter, and I"ve come to the conclusion that just at present it is impossible for me to leave London.
I have other interests here."
Adam stirred uneasily in his chair. This reply filled him with chagrin, yet so clever was he, and such a perfect type of ingenious adventurer, that he never showed the least trace of surprise.
"Really," he laughed, "that"s very unfortunate--for you!"
"Why, for me?"
"Well, the missing of such a chance would be unfortunate, even to a Rothschild," he said. "There"s hundreds of thousands in the deal, if you"ll only go out with me. You"re not a man of straw. You can afford to risk a thousand or two, just as well as I can--even better."
"I would willingly go if it were not for the fact that I find I must remain in London."
Adam laughed, with just a touch of sarcasm.
"Ah! the lady! I quite understand, my dear fellow. The charming young lady whom I met with you the other night does not wish you to leave her side--eh? We have all of us been through that stage of amorous ecstasy.
I have myself, I know that; and if I may tell you with the frankness of a friend, I"ve regretted it," he added, holding up his white palms.
"All men do not regret I hope to be the exception," remarked Max Barclay, pensively watching the smoke from his lips rise to the ceiling.
"Of course. But is it wise to turn one"s back upon Fortune in this way?" asked Adam, in that insidious manner by which he had entrapped many a man. "Review the position calmly. Here is a project which, by good luck, has fallen into my hands. I want somebody to go shares with me in it. You are my friend, I like you. I know you are an upright man, and I ask you to become my partner in the venture. Yet you refuse to do so because--well, merely because a woman"s pretty face has attracted you, and you think that you please her by remaining here in London!
"Is it not rather foolish in your own interests? Constantinople is not the Pole. A fortnight will suffice for you to get there and back and clinch the bargain. Muhil is awaiting us. I had a wire only yesterday.
Do reconsider the whole question--there"s a good fellow."
Max had said nothing about the meeting with Marion. Therefore he believed that she had not told her lover. Adam was reflecting whether she might not, after all, be a woman to be trusted. This refusal of Max"s to go out to Turkey interfered seriously with the plans he had formed. Yet what those plans actually were he had not even told the hunchback. He was a man who took counsel of n.o.body. His ingenious schemes he evolved in his own brain, and carried them into effect by his own unaided efforts.
The past history of Jean Adam, alias John Adams, had been one of amazing ups-and-downs and clever chicanery. He knew that Samuel Statham held him in awe, and was now playing upon his fears, and gloating over the success which must inevitably be his whenever he thought fit to deal the blow. It would be irresistible and crushing. He held the millionaire in his power. But before he moved forward to strike, he intended that Max should be induced to go abroad. And if he went--well, when he thought of his victim"s departure his small, near-set eyes gleamed, and about the corners of his mouth there played an expression of evil.
"My decision does not require any reconsideration," said the young fellow, after a pause. "I shall remain in London."
"And lose the chance of a lifetime--eh?" exclaimed Adam, as though perfectly unconcerned.
"I have some very important private matters to attend to."
"I, too, used to have when I was your age."
"They do not concern the lady," Max said quickly. "It is purely a personal matter."
"Of business? Why, you"d make as much in an hour over this Railway business as you"d make in twenty years here in London," Adam declared.
"Besides, you want a change. Come out to the Bosphorus. It"s charming beside the Sweet Waters."
"All sounds very delightful; but even though I may let the chance of a fortune slip through my fingers, I cannot leave London at present."
"But why?"
"A purely private matter," was his reply, for he did not wish to tell this man anything concerning the strange disappearance of the Doctor and his grave suspicions of Charlie Rolfe. "I can tell you nothing more than that."
"Well, I"m sure the lady, if she knew that it was in your interests to go to Turkey, would urge you to go," declared Adam. "She would never keep you here if she knew that you could pull off such a deal as I have put before you."
"She does know."
"Oh! And what does she say?"
"She suggested that I should go with you."
"Then why not come?"
"Because, as I"ve already told you, it is impossible. I am kept in London by something which concerns the welfare of a very dear friend,"
Max answered. "You must put it before somebody else. I suppose the affair cannot wait?"
"I don"t want to put it before anybody else. If we do business, I want you and I to share the profits."
"Very good of you, I"m sure; but at present I am quite unable to leave London."
Max was wondering for the first time why this man was so pressing. If the thing was a really good one--as it undoubtedly was, according to the friend he had consulted in the City--then there could not be any lack of persons ready to go into the venture. Was it sheer luck that had led this man Adam to offer to take him into it, or had the man some ulterior motive? Max Barclay was no fool. He had sown his wild oats in London, and knew the ways of men. He had met many a city shark, and had been the poorer in pocket through the meeting. But about this man Adam was something which had always fascinated him. The pair had been drawn together by some indescribable but mutual attraction, and the concession by the Sultan which must result in great profits was now within his reach. Nevertheless, he felt that in the present circ.u.mstances it was impossible to leave London. Before doing so he was desirous of solving the problem of the disappearance of Doctor Petrovitch, and clearing up the question of whether or not there had been foul play.
Rolfe"s denial of the previous day had complicated matters even further.
He was convinced, now that he had reflected calmly, that his friend was concealing something from him--some fact which had an important bearing upon the astounding affair.
Was Charlie playing a straight game? After long consideration he had come again to the conclusion that he was not!
In his ear was the voice of the tempter Jean Adam. Fortune awaited him in that sunlit city of white domes and minarets beside the Bosphorus-- the city of veiled women and of mystery he had always hoped to visit.
Would he not spare fourteen days, travel there, and obtain it?
It was a great temptation. The concession for that railway would indeed have been a temptation to any man. Did not the late Baron Hirsch lay the foundation of his huge fortune by a similar irade of his Majesty the Sultan?
The man seated in the deep armchair with the cigarette between his lips looked at his victim through his half-closed eyes, as a snake watches the bird he fascinates.
Jean Adam was an excellent judge of human nature. He had placed there a bait which could not fail to attract, if not to-day, then to-morrow--or the next day. He had gauged Max Barclay with a precision only given to those who live upon their wits.
To every rule there are, of course, exceptions. Every man who lives upon his wits is not altogether bad. Curious though it may be, there are many adventurers to be met with in every capital in Europe, who, though utterly unscrupulous, have in their nature one point of the most scrupulous honour--one point which redeems them from being cla.s.sed as utter blackguards.
Many a man, who will stick at nothing where money can be made, is loyal, honest, and upright towards a woman; while another will with one hand swindle the wealthy, and with the other give charity to the poor. Few men, indeed, are altogether bad. Yet when they are, they are, alas!
outsiders indeed.
Adam was a man who had no compunction where men were concerned, and very little when a woman stood in his way. His own adventures would have made one of the most interesting volumes ever written. Full of ingenuity and tact, fearless when it came to facing exposure, and light-hearted whenever the world smiled upon him, he was a marvellous admixture of good fellow and scoundrel.
He knew that his clever story had fascinated the man before him, and that it was only a question of time before he would fall into the net so cleverly spread.
"When do you antic.i.p.ate you could go East--that is, providing I can get the matter postponed?" asked Adam at last, as he placed his cigarette end in the ash-tray.
"I can"t give you a date," replied Max. "It is quite uncertain. Why not go to somebody else?"
"I tell you I have no desire to do so, my dear friend," was the Frenchman"s reply. "I like you. That is why I placed the business before you. I know, of course, there are a thousand men in the City who would only jump at this chance of such a big thing."