"I"ll go and see the lady, and let her know what you have already found out. I suppose it is fatal to try and conceal anything. This comes of a lady marrying such a sweep as that."
Beatrice listened calmly enough to all Berrington had to say. It was not nice to have to tell her story over again, but she decided to conceal nothing. She had done a foolish thing, a wrong thing to save her father, and the world was going to know the whole sordid truth. But so long as Mark stood by her, what did the opinion of the world matter?
"Ask Inspector Field in here," she said. "No, I do not blame you, my dear old friend. Is it not far better that everything should come out? A dreadful crime has been committed and the guilty should be punished, whoever they are."
Inspector Field came in, very sorry and very apologetic for the trouble he was causing. He was quite different from the hard man who had been cross-examining Berrington outside.
"I fancy you can give me certain information," he said. "I have some little hesitation in saying anything personal as to the character of Mr.
Richford----"
"You need not hesitate," Beatrice said bitterly, "on my account. I am going to speak freely, and all the more so because I see the possibility of having to repeat it all in the witness box. I married my husband with the sole idea of saving my father from dis----"
"Unpleasantness," Field said swiftly. "There is no occasion for anything of _that_ kind to come out in the witness box. For family reasons you became Mrs. Richford. There is no reason why your sacrifice should have been altogether in vain."
"That is very good of you," Beatrice said gratefully. "Let me say that I am not in love with the man whose name I am supposed to bear. Had anything happened to my father before yesterday, my marriage would never have taken place. My quarrel with my husband was that he knew my father was dead two hours before the ceremony was fixed to take place."
Hardened as he was, Field started. This information was unexpected as it was dramatic.
"I am not speaking idly," Beatrice went on. "I came back here, directly my father"s death came to my ears. In his room I found a telegram. It was dated yesterday, the hour was clearly marked upon it--about ten o"clock yesterday morning. That telegram was addressed to my husband; it was found by me close to my father"s body. The doctor said that Sir Charles had been dead some hours before he was discovered. Therefore I had conclusive proof in my hands that my husband had seen my father"s corpse and that he had stolen out of the room and said nothing, knowing that I should never be his wife if he spoke the truth."
"It seems almost incredible," Field muttered. "What did Mr. Richford say?"
"What could he do or say beyond admitting the truth of my accusation?
Even his cunning failed before the production of that fateful telegram.
He had to admit everything, he had to admit that the telegram belonged to him, that he had occasion to see my father very early on pressing business, and that he had not raised the alarm because he knew if he did so he would lose me. At one time the suite of rooms in which we stand was rented by Mr. Richford; indeed his term has not expired yet, and that is why my father came here. I can tell you little if any more. What I said to my husband does not matter in the least. I told him plainly that I had done with him, and I hope that I may never see him again."
Field had few questions to ask further. A hundred theories were flying through his nimble brain. Beatrice seemed to divine something of this.
"In common fairness I am bound to say that Mr. Richford could have had nothing to do with my father"s death," she said. "In the first place he had everything to gain by Sir Charles keeping his health. I know the doctors are suspicious that there is foul play somewhere, but recollect that they are prepared to swear to my father"s death some hours before his body was found. A little before ten, Mr. Richford must have been at home or he could never have had that telegram. Therefore it was after ten before he sought out my father, who, according to the medical view of the cause, had pa.s.sed away hours before."
"That is very cleverly and logically reasoned," Field said, not without admiration. "And in any case Mr. Richford would be able to give a really convincing account of the reason why he remained silent--especially after a jury had seen you in the witness box."
It was a pretty compliment and a tribute to Field"s sound judgment as to human nature, but Beatrice did not appear to heed his words.
"I had better finish and tell you everything," she said. "I have said everything I can, in common fairness to my husband. I feel convinced that if there was foul play he had no hand in it, no actual hand, that is. But there is another side to the question. I have already told you all about the Countess and the General. I told you how my suspicions were aroused, and when I came up to my room as quickly as possible--the door was shut and two people were talking inside. You asked me just now, Inspector Field, if I could recognize the man again--the man who was in the room when the Countess was actually taking impressions of the seals on the door, and I said I could. Can you guess who that man was?"
The inspector looked puzzled for a moment, then the light of illumination came over his face. He glanced up eagerly; his dark eyes were dancing.
"You don"t mean to say that it was Mr. Richford?" he asked.
"Indeed I do," Beatrice said quietly, "I had intended to keep that piece of information to myself, but you have forced my hand. Of actual crime, of actual _murder_, I am quite sure that Stephen Richford is innocent.
But as to the rest I cannot say. At any rate I have concealed nothing that is likely to injure the course of justice."
CHAPTER XIV
Inspector Field took up his hat and gloves from the chair where he had deposited them. He was satisfied, and more than satisfied with the interview. In a short time he had achieved excellent results.
"We will not trouble Mrs. Richford any more at present," he said. "It may be some consolation to her to know that I agree with all her reasonings. But there is plenty of work to do."
Field bowed himself out, followed by Berrington. The latter asked what the inspector was going to do.
"In the first place I am going down to the Yard," Field explained. "I am then going to get rid of my correspondence and have my dinner. After that till it gets dark I propose to pursue what Lord Beaconsfield called a policy of masterly inactivity for a time. Once it is really dark, I intend to go as far as Wandsworth Common, and learn something of the gentleman who is lame and has a private hansom painted black. You see, sir, the scene of the story is changed. The next act must be played out at Wandsworth."
"You have some settled plan in your mind?" Berrington asked.
"Indeed I have not, sir. I may make no more than a few simple inquiries and come home again. On the other hand, before morning I may find myself inside the house. I may even return with the lame gentleman as my prisoner. It is all in the air."
"By Jove," Berrington cried. "I should like to go with you. As an old campaigner, and one with some little knowledge of strategy I may be useful. Anything is better than sitting here doing nothing. Would you very much mind, Inspector?"
Field regarded the brown, eager, clever face and steadfast eyes of the questioner shrewdly.
"I shall be delighted, sir," he said heartily, "with one proviso--that you regard me as your senior officer and commander in this business.
Military strategy is one thing, the hunting of criminals quite a different thing. I shall start from the Yard before ten o"clock, and even then I shall not make my way to Wandsworth direct. We are dealing with an exceedingly clever lot, and it is just possible that I may be watched. Therefore I shall disguise myself, and you had better do the same. Then you can meet me at eleven o"clock where you like."
"That"s a bargain," Berrington said eagerly. "I"ll go over to Wandsworth pretty early and try to see my police friend, Macklin. At eleven o"clock I shall be under the trees opposite Audley Place, waiting for you.
Probably I shall a.s.sume the disguise of a sailor."
"Um, not a bad idea," Field remarked. "We will both be sailors just paid off from a ship and with money in our pockets. Sailors, in that condition who have a.s.similated a fair amount of liquid refreshment, do strange things. Oh, we shall be all right. Merchant seamen let us be, from the ship _Severn_, just home from South America. Good afternoon, sir."
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It was nearly ten before Berrington reached the rendezvous. He was perfectly disguised as a sailor fresh from a tramp steamer, his clothes were dirty and grimy, and the cap in his hand had a decided naval c.o.c.k. So far as he could judge there were no lights visible at No. 100, opposite. He waited for Macklin to come along, which presently he did.
The police officer looked suspiciously at the figure in a slumbering att.i.tude on the seat, and pa.s.sed before him.
"Now, then," he said sharply. "What are you doing here? Come out of that."
Berrington came unsteadily to his feet and blinked into the lane of light made by the policeman"s lantern. He was rather proud of his disguise and the way in which it was pa.s.sing scrutiny.
"All right, Macklin," he said in his natural voice. "It"s Colonel Berrington. Not quite the same sort of disguise that I tried to pa.s.s into the Madi Halfa camp with when you were on guard that night. Still it took you in, didn"t it?"
"It did indeed, sir," Macklin said, not without admiration. "And might I beg to ask what manner of game the Colonel of my old regiment is up to in London at this hour?"
"We need not go into details, Macklin," Berrington said. "Regard me as your senior officer for a moment, and answer my questions without comment. As I told you yesterday, I am interested in that house opposite. Have you found out anything?"
"Nothing worth speaking about, sir," Macklin replied. "They seem to be just respectable people who have plenty of money and very few visitors.
Last night about half past eleven the old gentleman went out in a cab, and came back about half past two with a friend who had a big box on the top of the cab. That"s all I can tell you."
"Ah, perhaps that is more important than it seems," Berrington muttered.
"Anything to-day?"
"Nothing to-day, sir. Oh, yes, there is. The parlourmaid reported to the man who is doing day duty here this week that the house would be closed till Sat.u.r.day, and that the police were to keep an eye on the place at night. Looks as if they"ve gone, sir."
Berrington swore quietly and under his breath. It seemed to him as if he and Field were going to have their trouble for their pains. No. 100 was not the kind of house where people are unduly economical on the score of lights, and there was not one to be seen.