"Thank you," said Mr. Colliver finding one of his own neck adornments growing tight.
"He was murdered," the theologian went on, "because he carried some diamonds for his wife in a pocket. Some thieves found it out."
"What thieves?" Colliver demanded.
"It is one of the undiscovered murders on the high seas," the professor said placidly.
"Mighty awkward for you," Colliver said, still angry.
"Fortunately I had an alibi," said the other, "I was violently ill of _mal de mer_."
"Mighty convenient," Colliver commented.
Later he asked the purser"s private opinion of the professor. Myers Irving joined with Colliver in resenting the professor"s attack on business men.
"Ordinarily," Colliver said, "I don"t like advertising men, but you"re different. They"re like vultures after my account as a rule."
"You"d have to force your account on me," said Myers Irving seriously.
"I"m not an ordinary business or advertising man. Primarily I"m a business builder. I leave nothing to underlings. I direct everything personally. I take few accounts. If my clients don"t make good on their end of it I give them up. I make money for my clients. I have no other ambition. I believe in advertising. It might be that fellow Trent jumped ash.o.r.e for some publicity stunt. Supposing he said he did it because he forgot to order some special dish at the Adelphi or Midland? Such a dish would get more publicity than you could shake a stick at. But I"m not here to talk shop."
Colliver watched the trim advertising man saunter off.
"A bright boy," commented the Troy magnate, "maybe he"ll be surprised before this trip is over. Maybe he"ll have to talk shop."
Captain Sutton listened to the purser"s explanation as though they were entirely reasonable. But all the time he said to himself, "why need he have been afraid of me?"
Anthony Trent bought himself a suit of clothes in the city and set out for London on the ten o"clock train. An Army List showed him the names of the officers of the City of London Regiment. He decided to call upon the adjutant, a Captain Edgell. It took him little time to find out that Edgell had resumed his former occupation of stock broker and was living with his family at Banstead in Surrey.
Edgell was a golfer of distinction and before the war had been a scratch man at the club on the Downs. Five years absence had sent his handicap up a bit but he was engaged in pulling it down when a golfing stranger from the United States giving the name of Trent who had the club"s privileges for the day asked him if he could introduce him to a member for a round of golf. It so happened that most of the men waiting to play were ruddy faced gentlemen with handicaps of from twelve up to twenty-four. They did not excite Edgell.
"Glad to," he said heartily. He had been brigaded with Americans and liked them. "Do you play a strong game?"
"I have a two handicap at Wykasol," Trent said.
"Good business," cried Edgell, "we"ll play together."
They played. They became intimate during the game and Edgell learned with regret that Trent was not one of the many American business men engaged in their work in London. Trent beat the stockbroker on the twenty-third hole.
"If I could only putt like that," said Edgell, "I"d have a chance for the open championship."
"I wish I could drive a ball the length you do," Trent said not to be outdone.
"Of course you"ll have dinner with us," the stockbroker said. "We don"t dress for it any more since the war so you"ve no excuse. I learned to make c.o.c.ktails from some of your fellows in France so you ought to feel at home."
"As home used to be," Trent corrected. "I"d love to come if I"m not putting you out."
Edgell"s home was a half-timbered house standing in an acre of lawn and flower garden. It was thoroughly comfortable. There seemed to be a number of children but they did not obtrude. Trent could see them playing in different parts of the garden, the little ones with their nurse and the elder playing clock golf on a perfect green in front of the house. Always the quiet secure atmosphere of a home such as this brought to Anthony Trent a vision of what he had lost or rather of what he could never obtain.
Little six-year old Marjorie Edgell liked Trent on sight and liking him announced it openly. She told him what a great man her father was and how he had medals and things. Finally she asked the visitor whether he would not like to have medals. It was the opportunity for which Trent had been looking. Ordinarily averse to talking of himself, he wanted to get on to the subject of the war with the late adjutant of the seventy-eighth.
"I have," he told little Marjorie.
"Daddy," she shrieked in excitement, "Mr. Trent has medals too."
"So you were in the big thing?" Edgell asked. "Honestly wouldn"t you rather play golf? I can get all the excitement I want on the Stock Exchange to last me the rest of my life. I enlisted in a city regiment as a private and I left it as adjutant after four years and I"m all for the piping ways of peace. My battalion was the 78th and we always had the luck with us. Whenever we got anywhere something started."
"The seventy-eighth battalion," Trent commented, "I had a pal in your battalion, a pal who saved my life. I"m going to look him up next week.
Curious that I should be talking to his adjutant. William Smith was his name. I wonder if you knew him?"
"I wonder if you know how many William Smiths and John Smiths are lying in France and Flanders with little wooden crosses over them?"
"This one came through all right," Trent said.
"At least ten William Smiths came through," Edgell a.s.serted. "I think I remember them all. Which was your man? Describe him."
Trent lighted his cigarette very deliberately. To be asked to describe a man he had claimed as a pal and yet had never seen face to face was not easy.
"I think you would recognize my William Smith," Trent answered, "if I told you he was not really William Smith at all but a man who had a.s.sumed that name as a disguise."
"I understand," Edgell exclaimed, "a slight blond man very erect and rather supercilious with what the other men called a lah-de-dah voice. I remember him well. I had him up before me for punishment many times.
Little infractions of discipline which he constantly committed. Used to rile me by his superior airs. Quite a mysterious person. Saved your life did he? Well, he had all the pluck a man need have."
"I want to thank him for it," Trent said, "but I"ve only known him as William Smith. The War Office people tell me he was demobilized three months back and they have no address. If you"ll tell me, in confidence, his real name I can find him out."
"But my dear chap," said Captain Edgell, "I don"t know it. None of us knew it. My sergeant-major swore he"d been a regular and an officer but that"s mere conjecture. He _was_ a regular now I come to think of it and sent to us when his own regiment was wiped out in the Autumn of 1914."
"Who would be able to tell me?" Trent asked eagerly.
"The colonel knew," Edgell declared, "I sent him up to the old man for punishment once. The colonel looked at him as if he could not believe his eyes. "You are down here as William Smith," he said."
""That is my name, sir," said Smith."
"Then the colonel knew him?" Trent asked.
"Undoubtedly. I was told to leave them alone. I should like to have asked Colonel Langley but he is one of those men it"s hard to approach.
Doesn"t mean to be standoffish but gives that impression. One of those very tall men who seem to be looking through you and taking no interest whatsoever in the proceeding."
"I want to find out," Trent said, "could you give me a letter of introduction?"
"Glad to," Edgell replied, "but he"s like that native song bird of yours, the clam. He is a silent fighter. The men respected him and went to their deaths for him but they would have felt it disrespectful to love him. He lives at a place called Dereham Old Hall in Norfolk. A great county swell with magnificent shooting. One of those places royalty stays every year for a week at the partridges. Always thought it a funny thing he was given the command of a lot of c.o.c.kneys considering he was Sandhurst and Tenth Hussars till he married and chucked the service, but he made good as you fellows say."
While Captain Edgell was writing the letter Trent had leisure to reflect that the ident.i.ty of Private William Smith might remain permanently veiled in obscurity if Colonel Langley refused to talk. If the colonel was not to be lured to disclose what Trent needed to know, the American would be left in a very unpleasant position. Until he knew whether his "hunch" was right or wrong he could never again sleep in peace with the name Anthony Trent as his own. He was in danger every minute. Smith might have tracked him to the liner to have him arrested in America.
That he had left the boat might easily be known. Therefore in order to win twenty thousand sovereigns English money, or a half million francs in the coinage of the country where the two had spent weary months, Smith had only to start the hue and cry in England. The ports would be watched. In the end they would get him.
There was no escape over the borders to Mexico or dash to safety over the Canadian frontier as he had planned to do under similar conditions of peril in his own country. Here on an island they had got him. He was weaving evidence that could be used against him by making this display of interest in Private Smith. Captain Edgell could give testimony that would not help his case.
"Here you are," said Edgell genially, "I"ve taken the liberty of calling you an old golfing pal. I"ve done all I could but Colonel Langley is not easy of approach. I"m not at all hopeful."