"And gives him a tongue too," the man called Reggie laughed. "Deadly expensive stuff unless you can see some reasonable return for your outlay in the near future. Come, Richford, we are both eager to know how you propose to put money into our pockets."
"And yet I can put a lot," Richford said. "Oh, you need not be afraid of that crooked little devil at Wandsworth, for he shall not know anything about it. What do you say to 10,000 apiece and n.o.body any the wiser?
Doesn"t that make your mouth water?"
"It would if you could show me the way," Reggie said. "But in the most delicate way possible, my dear Richford, let me put it to you--that you are under a cloud at present. And why do you offer to divide the plunder in this very irrational way?"
"Simply because I _am_ under a cloud," Richford growled. "I"m powerless and desperate. I don"t even know where to turn for a night"s lodging.
Now look here, the matter may take a day or two, and in the meantime I"ve got to put up somewhere. And as a warrant of my good faith, I"m not going to ask you for any money. All I require is food and a bed and shelter, and that you may very well give me at Edward Street. Sartoris never goes there."
"Make it worth while and the thing"s done," Reggie said. "Give it a name."
"Well, suppose we call it diamonds?" Richford suggested. "Have you forgotten those magnificent diamonds that I gave my wife, bless her, for a wedding present?"
A little gasp came from the listeners. It was evident to Richford that he had struck the right chord, for he proceeded with more confidence.
"I gave my dear wife stones worth nearly, if not quite, 40,000," he said. "I didn"t hand over that little lot altogether out of disinterested affection. A man who takes risks, as I do, is pretty sure to come up against a financial crisis sooner or later, only it has been sooner in this case. Though my wife chose to ignore me, I left the stones in her possession because, being my wife, no creditor could lay hands upon those gems. I went to her to-day and asked for them. Of course I did not antic.i.p.ate any difficulty whatever; I expected that she would c.o.c.k that imperially haughty nose of hers in the air and hand them over to me as if I were dirt beneath her feet. To my astonishment she utterly refused to do anything of the kind."
"Unkind," the woman Cora laughed; "and yet so like a modern wife. Had she p.a.w.ned them?"
"Not she! I was fool enough to say something that was not quite complimentary of my creditors, and she refused to part with the stones anyhow. Said that they would go to pay my debts. I threatened violence and all kinds of things, but it was no good. I said that unless I had money in forty-eight hours I should be in jail, but it was all to no effect. Did you ever hear anything so maddening in all your life?"
"You have my deepest sympathy," Reggie said; "but you did not bring us here to listen to a story that has no point to it like yours. You have got some scheme in your head for getting hold of the stones. But you can"t do it alone."
"If I could should I be such a cursed fool as to bring you two in?"
Richford growled. "But I--but I can"t appear. All I can do is to show you the way and trust to your honour to give me a third of the plunder when it is turned into cash."
"Hadn"t you better get to the point?" Reggie suggested with undisguised eagerness.
"I"m coming to that. After my interview with my wife I sat in the hall trying to pull myself together. Presently I saw her ladyship come down and go to the office. Those diamonds had been deposited in the hotel safe for obvious reasons. My wife came out of the office presently with the case in her hand. Then I recognized what had happened. She was afraid of some move of mine, and she was going to deposit the stones elsewhere. It did not take me long to make up my mind where she was going. She was about to take the plunder to Hilton in Bond Street."
"How long ago?" the woman called Cora asked eagerly. "This is important."
"Well, not more than an hour, anyway," Richford replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Because Hilton closes at five," the woman said. "I know that, because the firm has done several little jobs for me lately. You may be pretty sure that your wife did not deposit those stones at Hilton"s to-day; therefore she still has them in her pocket. That being so, what we have to do now is to discover where she has gone. If you like I"ll go round to the _Royal Palace Hotel_ at once and see if she has returned. I"ll ask the clerk in the office, and if he says she has returned, you may safely bet that those stones are back in the hotel safe again. If she has not returned, they are still on her person."
"It"s just as well to make sure," Reggie said reflectively.
The woman flitted away and came back soon with a smile on her face.
"So far, so good," she said. "The lady has not returned to the hotel.
Now, Mr. Richford, if you can only put us on the track of the timid little hare, then----"
"Done with the greatest possible ease," Richford replied. "She"s gone to Wandsworth. I can"t make the thing out at all, and in any case it does not in the least matter. When I was waiting for my wife just now I saw a letter to her from Berrington,--Colonel Berrington. As you know, he is a prisoner in Audley Place, and why he should have written that letter, or how Sartoris persuaded the warrior to write it, I don"t know any more than Adam. But that"s where she has gone. If you can intercept her before she gets there, or waylay her when she leaves, why there you are.
I don"t suppose my wife will tell Sartoris that she has all that stuff in her pocket."
"Do you think that she took a cab?" Reggie asked.
"I should say not. Cabs cost money, and Beatrice has not much of that.
Wandsworth is not a place you can get to in ten minutes, especially after the business trains have ceased running for the evening; so that if you took a cab----"
Reggie jumped to his feet excitedly.
"No use wasting time here," he said. "Come along, Cora. I"ll just scribble a few lines on one of my cards, so that you can be safe at Edward Street. There you are. And if I don"t get those stones before bedtime, why I"m a bigger fool than the police take me for."
Thrilling with excitement, Mary followed the others into the street. She saw the two get into a cab, and she proceeded to take one herself. The cabman looked at her dubiously as he asked where he was to go to.
"No. 100, Audley Place, Wandsworth Common," Mary said. "If you get there ten minutes before the cab in front, I"ll give you an extra half-sovereign."
CHAPTER XXVII
Meanwhile the fates were working in another direction. Field had stumbled, more or less by accident, upon a startling discovery. He had, it will be remembered, called upon the little actress to whom he had rendered so signal a service on the night of the theatre panic, and whom in the heat and confusion of the moment he had failed to recognize, but now he knew that he was face to face with the lady whom he had seen with Sartoris at Audley Place.
Field was not often astonished, but he gave full rein to that emotion now. For he had made more than one discovery at the same time. In the first place he had found Miss Violet Decie, Sir Charles Darryll"s ward, who proved at the same time to be the actress known as Adela Vane. But that was a minor discovery compared to the rest. Here was the girl who at one time had been engaged to Carl Sartoris, and who was supposed to be connected more or less with his misfortunes.
Here was the girl, too, who might be in a position to supply the key to the mystery. Undoubtedly, the backbone of the whole thing was the desire for money. Sir Charles Darryll and his friend Lord Edward Decie had been engaged in some adventurous speculation together in Burmah. They had doubtless deemed that speculation to be worthless, but Carl Sartoris had found that they were mistaken. Therefore, trusting to his changed appearance and his disguise, he had asked his old sweetheart to call upon him. The conversation that Field had overheard in the conservatory was going to be useful.
The curious questioning look in the girl"s eyes recalled Field to himself. He had instantly to make up his mind as to his line of action.
Miss Decie, to give her her proper name, gave the inspector a little time to decide what to do.
"How can I ever sufficiently thank you?" she asked. "Really, I could not sleep all night for thinking about the horror of the thing and your brave action. It was splendid!"
"Not at all," Field said modestly. "I am accustomed to danger. You see I am a police officer, a detective inspector from Scotland Yard. It is a little strange that I should have been able to do you a service, seeing that I came to the theatre on purpose to see you."
The girl"s eyes opened a little wider, but she said nothing.
"Perhaps I had better be quite candid," Field went on. "I want you to help me if you can."
"Most a.s.suredly. After last night, I will do anything you like. Pray go on."
"Thank you very much," Field replied. "It is very good of you to make my task easier. You see I am closely connected with the inquiry into the sudden death of Sir Charles Darryll and the subsequent startling disappearance of his body. Were not your father and Sir Charles great friends in India long ago? Do you recollect that?"
The girl nodded; her eyes were dilated with curiosity. Field could not find it in his heart to believe that she was a bad girl.
"They had adventures together," she said. "They were going to make a fortune over some mine or something of that kind. But it never came to anything."
"You are absolutely sure of that?" Field asked.
"Well, so far as I know, the thing came to nothing. Some man was employed to make certain investigations, and he reported badly of the scheme. I only heard all this talk as a child, and I was not particularly interested. You see, I knew very little of Sir Charles, though he was my guardian. There were certain papers that he deposited with a solicitor who used to get him out of messes from time to time, but really I am as ignorant as you are."
"You don"t even know the name of the solicitor?" Field asked.
"I do now," the girl said. "I found it among some letters. Do you know that a Mr. Sartoris, who claims to know my father and Sir Charles, also wrote me on the same matter? He asked me to go and see him at Wandsworth. He is a crippled gentleman, and very nice. He has a lovely conservatory-room full of flowers. I was at his house only last night, and he talked to me very much the same way as you are doing."
"I know that," Field said calmly. "I was hiding in the conservatory and listened."