Next instant, however, he heard upon the stone steps above him, leading from the pavement to the front door, the light tread of feet quickly descending. Someone, having watched him descend there, was leaving the house! And yet so noiselessly that at first Max believed himself mistaken.
In a second he had dashed up the area steps and stood upon the pavement.
But already he realised the truth. The front door stood ajar, and the intruder was flying as fast as his feet could carry him in the direction of the Brompton Road.
Swiftly, without looking back, the man sped lightly along the pavement to the next corner, which he turned and was a moment later lost to view.
Max Barclay did not follow. He stood there like a man in a dream.
"What--in Heaven"s name--is the meaning of this?" as, held powerless, he stood staring in the direction the fugitive had taken.
His first impulse had been to follow, but next moment, as the escaping intruder had pa.s.sed beneath a street lamp he recognised the figure unmistakably, both by the clothes and hat, as none other than his friend Charles Rolfe!
He fell back, staggered by the discovery.
For quite a brief s.p.a.ce he stood unable to move. Then, seeing the door ajar, he ascended the steps and entered the house. The lights were switched on everywhere, but, on going in, something--what it was he could never describe--struck him as peculiar. Hardly had he crossed the threshold than he became instinctively aware that some mystery was there.
In a few seconds the amazing truth became apparent, for when he entered the dining-room, to the left of the hall, he started, and an involuntary exclamation of surprise escaped him. The place was empty, devoid of every stick of furniture!
From room to room he dashed, only to find that everything had been mysteriously removed. In the few brief hours or his absence Doctor Petrovitch had apparently fled, taking with him all his household effects.
He stood in the hall utterly dumbfounded.
Why had Rolfe been there? What had he been doing in the empty house?
The swift manner in which the removal had been effected increased the mystery, for he had not left the Doctor till five o"clock. Besides, he had no doubt dined with his daughter Maud and with Marion, and they would not leave until about eight o"clock.
Again, a removal of that magnitude, requiring at least two vans, after dark could not possibly be effected without attracting the notice of the constable on duty!
Perhaps the police really did know who carried out the sudden change of residence. Anyhow, the whole affair was a complete enigma which amazed and stupefied him.
Presently, when he had somewhat recovered from his surprise, he ascended the stairs, his footsteps now echoing strangely through the empty place, and there found that the drawing-room, and, in fact, all the other rooms, had been completely and quickly cleared. The carpets had in some cases been left, but in the hasty removal curtains had been torn down from the rings, leaving cornices and poles, and the grand piano remained, it being apparently too large and heavy for rapid transit.
He ascended, even to the servants" rooms on the top floor, but found scarcely a vestige of furniture left.
In one back room, a small half-garret with a slightly eloping roof, he noticed a cupboard which curiosity led him to open, as he had opened other cupboards. As he did so, he saw a bundle upon the floor, as though it had been hastily thrown there.
As he pulled it forth it unrolled, and he then saw that it was a woman"s light grey tweed skirt and coat.
The latter felt damp to his touch, and as he held it up to examine it he saw that the breast and sleeve were both saturated with blood!
It dropped from his nerveless fingers. Some secret crime had been committed in that house, so suddenly and mysteriously divested of its furniture.
But what?
Max Barclay, pale as death, stood gazing around him, staggered, bewildered, horrified, scarce daring to breathe.
Why had Charles Rolfe fled so hurriedly and secretly from the place?
CHAPTER FIVE.
WHAT A CONSTABLE SAW.
Slowly Max Barclay regained possession of his senses. The discovery had so staggered him that, for a few moments, he had stood there in that room, staring at the woman"s tweed coat, transfixed in horror.
There was some great and terrible mystery there, and with it Charlie Rolfe, the man whom he had so implicitly trusted, his most intimate friend, and brother of the woman who was all the world to him, was closely a.s.sociated.
He glanced around the bare garret in apprehension. All was so weird and unexpected that a queer, uncanny feeling had crept over him. What could have occurred to have caused this revolution in the Doctor"s house?
Here in that house, only a few hours ago, he had smoked calmly with Petrovitch, the studious Servian patriot, the man whom the Servians worshipped, and who was the right hand of his sovereign the King. When they had chatted of Maud"s flirtation there had been no suggestion of departure. Indeed, the Doctor had invited him to return after dinner, as he so often did. Max was an easy, gay, careless man of the world, yet he was fond of study, and fond of the society of clever men like Petrovitch. The latter was well-known in literary circles on the Continent by reason of having written a most exhaustive history of the Ottoman Empire. That night Marion, his well-beloved, had no doubt dined at that house, prior to going to the concert with Maud. At least she would be aware of something that might give a clue to this extraordinary and hurried flight, if not to the ugly stain upon the woman"s dress lying upon the floor at his feet.
He was undecided how next to act. Should he go to the police-station and inquire of the inspector whether removing vans had been noticed by the constable on the beat, or should he take a cab to Queen"s Hall to try and find Marion and Maud?
He glanced at his watch, and saw that by the time he got to the concert they would in all probability have left. Marion was compelled to be in by eleven o"clock, therefore Maud would no doubt come out with her.
Indeed, in a quarter of an hour his friend"s daughter would be due to return there.
This decided him, and, without more ado, he left the house. Was it worth while at present, he reflected, saying anything to the police regarding the blood-stained garment? Charlie might give the explanation. He would see him before the night was out.
Therefore, finding a constable at the corner of Earl"s Court Road, he inquired of him if he had noticed any removing vans before the house in question. The man replied that he had only come on duty at ten, therefore, it would be best if he went to the police-station, to which he directed him.
"If the man on duty saw any removing vans in the evening, he would certainly report it," the constable added politely, and Barclay then went in the direction he indicated.
A quarter of an hour later he stood in the police-office, while the inspector turned over the leaves of the big book in which reports of every untoward or suspicious occurrence are entered for reference, in case of civil actions or other eventualities.
At first he could find nothing, but at last he exclaimed:
"There"s something here. I suppose this is it. Listen: P.C. Baldwin, when he came off duty, reported to the station-sergeant that two large pantechnicon vans and a small covered van of Harmer"s Stores, Knightsbridge, drove up at 8:10 to Number 127a, Cromwell Road, close to Queen"s Gate Gardens, and with seven men and a foreman removed the whole of the furniture. The constable spoke to the foreman, and learned that it was a sudden order given by the householder, a Dr Petrovitch, a foreigner, for his goods to be removed before half-past ten that night, and stored at the firm"s depository at Chiswick."
"But they must have done it with marvellous alacrity!" Max remarked, at the same time pleased to have so quickly discovered the destination of the Doctor"s household goods.
"Bless you, sir," answered the inspector, "Harmer"s can do anything.
They"d have sent twenty vans and cleared out the place in a quarter of an hour if they"d contracted to do so. You know they can do anything, and supply anything from a tin-tack to a live monkey."
"Then they"ve been stored at Chiswick, eh?"
"No doubt, sir. The constable would make all inquiry. You know Harmer"s place at Chiswick, not far from Turnham Green railway station?
At the office in Knightsbridge they"d tell you all about it. This foreign doctor was a friend of yours, I suppose?"
"Yes, a great friend," replied Barclay. "The fact is, I"m much puzzled over the affair. Only late this afternoon I was in his study, smoking and talking, but he told me nothing about his sudden removal."
"Ah, foreigners are generally pretty shifty customers, sir," was the officer"s remark. "If you"d seen as much as I have of "em, when I was down at Leman Street, you"d think twice before you trusted one. Of course, no reflection intended on your friend, sir."
"But there are foreigners who are gentlemen," Max ventured to suggest.
"Yes, there may be. I haven"t met many, and we have to deal with all cla.s.ses, you know. But tell me the circ.u.mstances," added the inspector, scenting mystery in this sudden flight. "Petrovitch might be some City speculator who had suddenly been ruined, or a bankrupt who had absconded."
Max Barclay was, however, not very communicative. Perhaps it was because of Charlie"s inexplicable presence in that deserted house, or perhaps on account of the inspector"s British antipathy towards foreigners; nevertheless, he said nothing regarding that woman"s coat with the tell-tale mark of blood.
Besides, the Doctor and Maud must be somewhere in the vicinity. No doubt he would come round to Dover Street in the morning and explain his unusual removal. The discovery of Rolfe"s presence there was nevertheless inexplicable. The more he reflected upon it, the more suspicious it seemed. The inspector"s curiosity had been aroused by Max"s demeanour. The latter had briefly related how he had called, to find the house empty, and both occupier, his daughter, and the servants gone.