"Close up now," cried Inspector Val; "our party should be hard on their heels."
Inspector Val was wrong; ten minutes, twenty minutes elapsed, and no one to emerge from the drain. Inspector Val, placing his two aids on guard, said that he and Richard would investigate. Bearing a dark lantern, he took the lead and Richard followed. About twenty rods up the drain, Inspector Val stumbled and all but pitched upon his face.
"Look out!" he cried, by way of warning.
The next moment Richard set his foot on something soft and yielding, which exploded with a great noise.
"One of those rubber propositions," explained Inspector Val.
By the light of the lamp, and as far up the drain as his eye would reach, Richard beheld a seemingly endless file of circular rubber air-cushions, mates of the one Inspector Val had brought him. On the six-inch depth of water which raced along the cushions were floating light as corks; in the center of each reposed a canvas sack of gold. As Steamboat Dan explained, this long line of argosies had been brought to a standstill by laying an iron bar across so as to detain the little rubber-rafts while the stream ran on. Inspector Val had tripped over this bar. Remove the detaining iron bar, and the released flotilla would sail downward to the mouth of the drain and deliver its yellow freight of gold to whomsoever waited to receive it.
Richard and Inspector Val continued up the drain, the latter wary and ready for Storri, whom he every moment hoped to meet. There appeared no Storri; the two explorers at last reached London Bill"s tunnel, finding nothing during their march but a solid procession of richly freighted rubber rafts--three-quarters of a mile of gold!
"There"s four millions of dollars between here and the river," said Inspector Val.
Richard and his guide paused where London Bill"s tunnel opened into the drain. Flashing his lamp about, Inspector Val showed Richard where London Bill had built a platform on which to store the rubber rafts before inflating and launching them down-stream, each with its five-thousand-dollar cargo of gold.
"Did you ever see sweeter arrangements!" whispered Inspector Val, in an ecstasy of admiration.
Bidding Richard remain where he was, Inspector Val, revolver in one hand, dark-lantern in the other, bent low his head and disappeared in London Bill"s tunnel. He was gone an age as it seemed to Richard. Then he reappeared, and soberly brushed the clay from his garments.
"No Storri," was the sententious remark of Inspector Val; "not a sign of him. But I"ve thought it out. Do you know why we don"t find Storri? The reason is the best in the world; the man"s dead."
CHAPTER XXII
HOW THE SAN REVE KEPT HER STORRI
Richard was of a temperament singularly cool and steady. His curiosity had been trained to wait, and he put questions only as a last resort.
Throughout the strange happenings of the night--the tryst with Inspector Val--the meeting with Mr. Duff and Mr. England at the drain"s mouth--the presence of Steamboat Dan--the colloquy between that unworthy and Inspector Val--the signal pistol shot--the flight of the robbers--he had not spoken a word. While his astonishment was kept to an upgrade, there had not been elicited a syllable of inquiry from Richard. He threaded the drain, encountered the long fleet of little rubber argosies, and finally brought up at London Bill"s tunnel, and never an interrogation.
This was not acting nor affectation; Richard knew that he might with better intelligence invite an explanation from Inspector Val after having seen and understood his utmost. Moreover, what with the storm and the splashing journey up the drain, there had been scanty opportunity for conversation. Also, when he saw how Inspector Val looked forward to the capture of Storri in the midst of crime, the strain of expectation made silence the natural thing. It took Inspector Val"s sudden yet decisive a.s.sertion that Storri was dead, to provoke the first word.
Storri"s death instantly overshadowed all else in the thoughts of Richard.
"Storri dead!" he exclaimed, making as though he would enter London Bill"s tunnel, from which Inspector Val had crawled to make his grim announcement.
"Dead as Nero!" returned Inspector Val. "But not there--not in the tunnel!"
"Where then?" asked Richard.
"In Grant Place. You recall the San Reve?--she who wrote the letter about those French shares? Both Storri and she are dead in Grant Place, or I"m not an Inspector of Police."
Richard was for going to Grant Place, but Inspector Val detained him.
"There"s no hurry," he said. "Any discoveries to be made in Grant Place will wait. On second thought the death of the Russian is the best solution. But there"s no hurry. Besides," continued Inspector Val, his tones betraying that sublime appreciation of art at its utmost which an amateur of bronzes might have felt in the presence of Cellini"s Perseus, "besides, I want you to take a look over this job of London Bill! You"ll never again see its equal--never such perfection of plan and execution!"
Richard was glad of the darkness that hid the half-smile which the delight of Inspector Val called forth. Protest would be of no avail; it was one of those cases where to yield is the only way of saving time.
Inspector Val re-entered London Bill"s tunnel and invited Richard to follow. He showed Richard how truthfully, like the work of a best engineer, the tunnel--begun high above water-mark on the side of the drain--sloped downward until it dipped beneath the Treasury walls. Then it began to climb, heading as unerringly for the gold as though London Bill had brought clairvoyant powers to direct his digging. The tunnel ran to the rear of the vault, and about six feet beneath its floor. Then it went straight upward; and next, the supporting earth and masonry having been removed, the gold, pressing with its vast weight, had forced down two of the floor slabs of steel on one side, precisely as London Bill designed from the beginning. Those five-thousand-dollar sacks spilled themselves into the tunnel of their own motion--a very cataract of gold! As fast as they were carried away, more came tumbling--a flow of riches, ceaseless! Inspector Val flashed his lantern here and there in disclosure of the wonderful beauties of the work. As he did so, Richard heard him sigh in a positive contentment of admiration.
"The most scientific job in the history of the police!" whispered Inspector Val. "London Bill is certainly ent.i.tled to his rank as the world"s foremost box-worker! It"s this sort of a thing that makes you respect a man!"
Richard was driven to smile again as he recalled the sleepy, intolerant exquisite, gloved and boutonniered, whom he met in Willard"s, and compared him with the thief-hunting enthusiast who, dark-lantern in hand and crouching under the low clay roof of the tunnel, was so rapturously expounding the genius of the great burglar.
"But greater still," continued Inspector Val, "greater than London Bill, was that Russian party Storri. And to think this was his first--that he was only a beginner! I used to wonder how he was going to bring out the gold; and I"m free to admit I couldn"t answer the question. Sometimes, I"d even think he had blundered; I"d figure on him as the amateur who had only considered the business of going to the gold, without remembering that getting away with it was bound to be the hardest part of the trick. You can see yourself," and here Inspector Val appealed to Richard, "and you no crook at all, that if it ever became a case of lugging out this gold by hand, it would take the gang a week to get away with a half-million. It was when Storri ordered those circular rubber rafts that I fell to it all; it was then I took off my hat to him!"
When Richard and Inspector Val were again at the mouth of the drain, the lashing storm had worn itself out. The night was silently serene; the clouds were breaking, and two or three big stars peered down. There was a moon, and having advantage of a rift in the clouds, a ray struck white on Arlington. Over across, one might make out the tall dark Maryland hills. Far away on the river burned the lights of the _Zulu Queen_; she was holding her best speed down-stream, having reason to think her recent anchorage a perilous one.
"Their hearts will be in their mouths until they clear Point Comfort,"
said Inspector Val, pointing to the retreating _Zulu Queen_. Then turning to Mr. Duff, who, with Mr. England, had faithfully met him and Richard when they emerged from the drain, and giving him a pasteboard from his case, he continued: "Mr. Duff, present my card to the Chief of the Secret Service, and tell him with my compliments that he and what men lie handy to his call are wanted at this drain. Should he be a bit slow, say that a big slice of the gold reserve has fallen into the drain, and the situation doesn"t do him credit. You, Mr. England, will remain on guard until the Secret Service people get here. London Bill might regain confidence, and come back for a sack of that gold."
"Where now?" asked Richard as Inspector Val, taking him by the arm, bent his steps towards the center of town.
"Grant Place," replied Inspector Val. "And on that point, if I may advise you, I"d not go to Grant Place; one of us will be enough. You"d see something disagreeable; besides, this killing may get into the coroner"s office, and from there into the courts and the newspapers.
Considering that you are to be married in a few days, I should say that you don"t want to have your name mixed up with it. No, the wise thing is for me to go alone."
"It"s the question of publicity," responded Richard, "that I was revolving in my mind. Here"s this bald attempt to rob the Treasury----"
"It was magnificent!" interjected Inspector Val, unable to restrain his tribute.
"And if your surmise be correct," continued Richard, disregarding the interruption, "now come the deaths of Storri and the woman San Reve to cap the robbery. What, may I ask, do you call your duty in the premises?"
"Duty?" repeated Inspector Val. "I"ve no duty; that is, no official duty. Washington is off my beat. My course, however, must depend upon circ.u.mstances. As far as I may, I shall smother every mention of to-night"s work. If the papers get hold of one end of it, and begin to haul it ash.o.r.e, they will bring in yourself and Mr. Harley and Senator Hanway in a manner not desired at this time. Besides, the Secret Service people, goaded by publicity, might pinch Steamboat Dan and his gang. Now I"m not going to lose my best stool pigeon to please these somnambulists of the Secret Service. Also, I"ve given my promise to Dan, and I never break my word."
"I"m quite anxious, as you may imagine," said Richard, "to bury what we"ve seen and heard to-night. But how can it be done? You"ve sent word to the Secret Service Chief."
"The men of the Secret Service will never mention the business unless they have to; it"s not to their glory. The danger lies with those dead folk waiting in Grant Place. If there were nothing to hide but the gold in the drain, and the hole under the Treasury wall, it would prove easy enough."
"But are you sure that Storri is dead? It"s simply your deduction, you know. You may yet find him very much alive."
"He"s dead," reiterated Inspector Val, with deepest conviction. "If he were alive, we would have found him at the drain. That gold would have drawn him there in his sleep. Besides, I saw it coming. I"ve an idea, however, that the Russian legation people possess as many motives for holding Storri"s death a secret as do the Secret Service men for keeping dark the fact that the Treasury has been tapped. Yes, the Russians, with the State Department to help them, will find a way. Everything goes by pull, you know," concluded Inspector Val, confidently, "and it will be queer if the State Department and the Russians, working together, can"t call Storri"s blinking out by some name that won"t attract attention."
Inspector Val related how, step by step, he had kept abreast of Storri.
"When he came out of retirement," explained Inspector Val, "following the loss of his money in Northern Consolidated, I kept close tabs on him. These half-civilized people are only half sane, and some crazy crime would have come natural to this Russian at that time. So, as I tell you, I stayed close to his heels. I could see by his face that he had some big purpose. He began buying maps and visiting the department buildings. I knew then we were getting to the heart of the affair, and, while I couldn"t guess the shoot he would take, I had only to follow to find out. The moment he put foot in the Treasury Building, I turned wise. Those visits to the other buildings had been mere "stalls." As I followed him through the Treasury I could see that now he was in earnest.
"When the a.s.sistant Secretary showed him the vault that held the gold reserve, I learned all I wanted to learn. His design and the crime he plotted were written on his face. Of course as soon as ever I realized that he meant to try his teeth on the Treasury, I had only to run my eye over the year"s calendar to tell when. There was a Sunday followed by Decoration Day--two holidays, and no one on guard worth considering; it was sure that Storri would hit upon those days to make the play. When I saw how the Sat.u.r.day before was set apart for a special holiday, the thing was surer than ever. It did not require any deep intelligence to determine when Storri would act. Next I followed him up the drain; and later to Steamboat Dan"s. That visit to Dan"s so reduced the business that nothing was left but the question of when to make the collar."
"What yacht was that?" asked Richard.
"It belongs to a fat-witted rich young fellow from whom Storri borrowed it. Steamboat Dan is aboard; he went out in the skiff he spoke of. When he"s tied her up and his gang"s ash.o.r.e, I"ll wire the fat-witted one to come and claim his boat."
Inspector Val never breathed a hint concerning Storri"s ebon purpose of abduction, and how he meant to fire the Harley house and then kidnap Dorothy in the confusion certain to be an incident of flames and smoke at four o"clock in the morning. This reticence arose from the delicacy of Inspector Val. The relation could not fail to leave a most unpleasant impression upon Richard, and Inspector Val decided to suppress it for the nonce.
"I"ll keep it a year and a day," thought Inspector Val; "then I"ll tell him."