It was quite clear that the little girl was too dazed and frightened to do anything. Without any further loss of time Field jumped into the orchestra and scrambled onto the stage. The hot flames drove him back for the moment; he could see already that the wig of the pretty little shepherdess was being scorched by the hot fiery breath. He lifted the girl in his arms and made a bold leap over the orchestra into the stalls. Then he carried her out into the street and called for a cab.
The air of the night was not without effect on the frightened actress.
"Where shall I tell the man to drive?" Field asked.
"I shall remember presently," the girl said. "I am altogether dazed and stupid for the moment. I can see nothing but fire and smoke. Let me think. Oh, yes, it is coming back to me. Yes, Mrs. Marsh, 124, Copeland Avenue, Regent"s Park. Oh, it is very good and kind of you. Will you let me tender my thanks when I am better?"
"I have done nothing," Field said modestly. A sudden idea occurred to him, accustomed as he was to think matters out quickly and in all kinds of startling surroundings. "If I may, I will call upon you to-morrow morning. Good-night."
The cab was whirled away, and Field went thoughtfully down the Strand.
It seemed to him that he had seen the pretty little actress before, but then such queer sensations are frequent in times of danger and excitement, Field reflected. At the same time he could not quite rid himself of the idea that he had seen the girl before. He pondered over the matter until another idea filled his mind.
"By Jove," he exclaimed, "I had quite forgotten the Colonel"s message. I was to go to Edward Street near the Borough and wait to see what I should see. I"ll just go and hang about there for half an hour or so on the off chance, though I am as tired as a dog already. It seems to me that I can"t do better than take a cab."
A cab accordingly whirled Inspector Field to the upper end of Edward Street, which is by no means a bad type of street for the Borough. The houses are of a respectable cla.s.s for the most part, the cla.s.s of houses that let lodgings to medical students and the like. It is not the sort of thoroughfare that is generally given over to adventures, and Field loitered about there for a long time before his search was rewarded.
He was chatting to a policeman on the beat, seeing that he could not loaf there without arousing the suspicions of the intelligent officer on duty, without disclosing his ident.i.ty, when a couple pa.s.sed him. The man wore a long fawn overcoat and a silk hat; he was a well-dressed man, as Field could see by his smartly cut trousers and patent leather boots. He was not alone, for he had a lady with him, a lady with a handsome wrap.
There was a genuine West End air about these people that did not tally at all with Edward Street, as Field did not fail to notice. People of that stamp generally had a cab when there was any outing to be done at that time of night.
"Pull those people up and ask them some question," Field whispered to the officer. "I want to get a good look at their faces."
The matter was managed quite easily, though the man in the fawn coat was short and inclined to be curt in his replies. But it sufficed for Field, who expressed no astonishment as he recognized the features of the man called "Reggie," and the woman called "Cora," whom he had seen the night before at No. 100, Audley Place. In other words, he was once more hot upon the scent of Countess de la Moray and General Gastang.
"Very good, indeed, Watson," he said. "That"s a bit of luck I hardly expected. I"ll just follow these people and make certain. Good night."
Field had not far to go, seeing that the man in the fawn coat produced a latchkey and let himself into a house a little farther down the road.
The house was an ordinary looking one enough, with plain green venetian blinds and muslin curtains below. In the drawing-room window there was a card to the effect that lodgings were to be let there. It was pretty late still, but a light in the bas.e.m.e.nt testified to the fact that the housekeeper, or landlady, or whoever she was, had not yet gone to bed.
"It"s late, but I"ll try it," Field said to himself. "So here goes."
The inspector walked up the steps and rang the bell. After a little time a tall slatternly woman came to the door and looked sleepily out. She seemed by no means pleased to be disturbed, and the way she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand suggested the fact that she had been taking some of a pleasing and not altogether unintoxicating fluid with her supper.
"And what may you want at this time of night?" she asked suspiciously.
"Lodgings," Field said promptly. "I"ve just come to London, and I find the hotels so expensive. I"m prepared to pay an advance--a matter of five and twenty shillings a week or a little more, as it"s only for so short a time. You see I am at the hospital."
"Well, if you are at the hospital you"d better stay there," the woman said with a laugh. "We don"t let lodgings at this time of night, and besides, I settled with a party to-day. I"m not going to stand gossiping here all night. Be off with you."
The door closed, but not before Field had got a glimpse of the inside.
The house was most beautifully furnished, as he could see. There was an atmosphere of hothouse flowers and fruit, and the like; a suggestion of exquisite cigars. A man in evening dress, with a diamond flashing in his shirt, crossed the hall; somebody was laughing in a well-bred voice. All of this Field did not omit to note as the door closed on him.
"That card about lodgings is a blind," he said. "That place must be watched. I"ll get to bed, for I"m dead tired. In the morning I"ll go and see my actress friend. Probably she can tell me all about Miss Adela Vane."
It was a little after eleven the next day before Field found time to visit the little actress. He had stupidly forgotten to ask her name, but he seemed to be expected. He waited for some time in a small prettily furnished room till the lady of the last night"s adventure came down.
She arrived presently, bright and pretty and smiling, her hand outstretched--words of grat.i.tude on her lips.
"But I shall never be able to thank you properly," she said. "The public came very near last night to losing their dear, dear Adela Vane."
"You are Adela Vane?" Field gasped. "Really you are Adela Vane?"
For Adela Vane was the girl who had been closeted the night before with Carl Sartoris!
CHAPTER XXI
To go back for a s.p.a.ce to Berrington. Heedless of his promise, he had burst headlong into the dining-room whence the cry came. He had forgotten altogether about Field. The fact half crossed his mind that n.o.body knew of the presence of the inspector in the house, so that anyway the latter"s personal safety was not jeopardized.
It had been a foolish thing to do, as Berrington realised almost as soon as his mind cleared. He had been somewhat badly mauled in the preliminaries, and now it seemed to him that he was a prisoner in the hands of these people. The only consolation that was left to him was the fact that Field would come to his rescue in good time.
But Berrington was by no means done for yet. To begin with, there was not the slightest trace of fear in his heart. He had been in too many tight places before to have any emotion of that kind. He fell back against the wall, panting for breath; he looked around him again for some avenue of escape, but he could see none.
It was a curious scene, altogether, the elegantly furnished room, the litter of gla.s.ses and china and crystal in one corner, the mysterious outlined figure on the table. The glare of electric lights shone on the faces of the men there, on the impudent features of the woman who had posed as the Countess de la Moray, and on the pale, supplicating face of Mary Sartoris. For a little time n.o.body said anything.
It was Mary Sartoris who was the first to speak. She crossed over to her brother and held out her hand with a gesture of pa.s.sionate supplication.
"It is all a mistake," she cried. "Colonel Berrington is under a misapprehension. He imagines that something wrong is taking place here; he has acted on the spur of the moment. He did not come to the house to see anybody but me."
Sartoris grinned in evil fashion. Just for the moment he looked half convinced.
"He comes in strange fashion," he said. "All the same, I have not the least doubt of the value of Colonel Berrington"s friendship so far as you are concerned. But that is not the point. Did you admit your friend Colonel Berrington to the house?"
For the fraction of a second a bold lie trembled on Mary"s lips. But she could not utter it. She looked down in confusion, and her face trembled.
Sartoris grinned in the same wicked fashion. A black rage was rising in his heart.
"Good girl," he sneered. "Always tell the truth. It is the proper thing to do, and it will bring its own reward in the end. Only it is attended with personal inconvenience at times, such as the present, for instance.
How did Colonel Berrington get here?"
"I will save your sister the trouble of replying," Berrington cried. "I came here, acting on certain information that had come to my knowledge.
I came here to discover if I could learn some facts bearing on the disappearance of Sir Charles Darryll"s body. And I am not disposed to think that my efforts are altogether in vain."
It was a bold speech and not without its effect. The woman called Cora turned a shade paler, and the clean-shaven man by her side winced. The only one who seemed disposed to a mild course of policy was Bentwood.
"For heaven"s sake don"t let us have any violence," he said hoa.r.s.ely.
"There has been too much of that already. I mean there is no necessity for anything of the kind. If Colonel Berrington knows anything of any of us----"
"I know everything," Berrington replied. It seemed to him that a bold course of action was the best to be taken under the circ.u.mstances. "For instance, I have a pretty accurate knowledge of the checkered past of Dr. Bentwood and the malignant scoundrel who calls himself Carl Sartoris. Of Miss Mary Sartoris I will say nothing. There are others here, too, whose past is not altogether wrapped in mystery. There are General Gastang and Countess de la Moray, for instance. And once I am outside these walls----"
Sartoris pushed his chair close to the speaker. He was seething with pa.s.sionate rage, his face was livid with anger. For the moment he could do nothing; he only thirsted for the blood of the bold Berrington.
"You are not outside these walls," he said. "You are not likely to be outside these walls for some time to come. You have described us in language that you have spared no trouble to render abusive. You know too much. And we have our own way here of dealing with enemies of ours who know too much."
There was no mistaking the dreadful threat that underlay the hoa.r.s.e speech. There was underground murder in the eyes of Sartoris. Berrington smiled scornfully.
"I know exactly what you mean," he said; "indeed, I know more than you give me credit for. And I will make my suspicions certainties."
Berrington advanced swiftly to the table and laid a hand on the sheet that covered the still, silent form there. Another instant, and the whole mystery would have been exposed. But Sartoris propelled his chair forward and grabbed Berrington by the arm.