"The last I heard of him was at that time. Some one told me that he was an independent gentleman, noted for his art tastes. The disappearance of the girl created a rare old row in Ipswich."
"Make a note of him. We may need his skilled a.s.sistance. Was there any special design on the Ko-Katana?"
"It was ornamented in some way, but I forget the pattern."
"I can help you in that matter," said Hume. "I remember perfectly that the handle, of polished gun-metal, bore a beautiful embossed design in gold and silver of a setting sun surmounted by clouds and two birds."
"Correct, Mr. Hume, I recall it now," said the detective. "The same thing appears on the handle of the sword."
Brett ruminated silently on this fresh information. Like the other pieces in the puzzle, it seemed to have no sort of connection with the cause of the crime.
"Why do you say "setting sun"? How does one distinguish it from the rising sun in embossed or inlaid work?" he asked Hume.
"I do not know. I only repeat Alan"s remark. I gave the beastly thing to him because he became interested in j.a.panese arms during his Eastern tour, you will recollect."
"Ah, well. That is a nice point for Mr. Okasaki to settle if we chance to come across him. Don"t forget, Winter, I want to see that Ko-Katana, Whom did you meet at Sleagill, Hume?"
The young man laughed. "Helen, of course."
"Any other person?"
"No. I told her I might chance to drive out in that direction about five o"clock, so--"
"Dear me! You were not at all certain."
"By no means. I am at your orders."
"Excellent! Then my orders are that you shall meet the young lady on every possible occasion. You took her for a drive?"
"Well--er--yes, I did. You do not leave me much to tell."
"Did she say anything of importance--bearing upon our inquiry, I mean?"
"Nothing. She had not quitted the rectory since we came away. I asked her to pick up any village gossip about the people at the Hall, and let us know at the earliest moment if she regarded it as valuable in any way."
"That was thoughtful of you. A great deal may happen there at any moment."
A waiter knocked and entered. He handed a letter to Hume.
"From Nellie," said David hastily.
He opened the envelope and perused a short note, which he gave to Brett.
It ran:--
"DEAREST,--I have just heard from Jane, our under-housemaid, that Mr. Capella is leaving the Hall for London by an early train to-morrow. Jane "walks out" with Mr. Capella"s valet, and is in tears. Tell Mr. Brett. I am going to help Mrs. Eastham to select prize books for the school treat to-morrow at eleven.
"--With love, yours,
"NELLIE."
"Who brought this note?" inquired Hume from the waiter as he picked up pen and paper.
"A man from Sleagill, sir. Any reply?"
"Certainly. Tell him to wait in the tap-room at my expense." He commenced to write.
"Any message?" he asked Brett.
"Yes. Give Miss Layton my compliments, and say I regret to hear that Jane is in tears. Ask her--Miss Layton--to get Jane to find out from the valet what train his master will travel by."
"Why?"
"Because I will go by an earlier one, if possible."
"But what about me! Confound it, I promised--"
"To meet Miss Layton at eleven. Do so, my dear fellow. But come to town to-morrow evening. Winter and I may want you."
So the detective sent another telegram to detain that dress suit, and Hume seemed to have quickly conquered his disinclination to visit Stowmarket.
CHAPTER X
THE BLACK MUSEUM
Winter, who had never seen Capella, was so well posted by Brett as to his personal appearance that he experienced no difficulty in picking out the Italian when he alighted from the train at Liverpool Street Station next morning.
Capella did not conduct himself like a furtive villain. He jumped into a hansom. His valet followed in a four-wheeler with the luggage. In each instance the address given to the driver was that of a well-known West End hotel.
The detective"s cab kept pace with Capella"s through Old Broad Street, Queen Victoria Street, and along the Embankment. At the Mansion House, and again at Blackfriars, they halted side by side, and Winter noticed that his quarry was looking into s.p.a.ce with sullen, vindictive eyes.
"He means mischief to somebody," was Winter"s summing up. "I wonder if he intends to knife Hume?" for Brett had given his professional _confrere_ a synopsis of all that happened before they met, and of his subsequent conversation with the "happy couple" in Beechcroft Hall.
He repeated this remark to the barrister when he reached Brett"s chambers.
"Capella will do nothing so crude," was the comment. "He is no fool. I do not credit him with the murder of Sir Alan, but if I am mistaken in this respect, it is impossible to suppose that he can dream of clearing his path again by the same drastic method. Of course he means mischief, but he will stab reputations, not individuals."
"When will you come to the Black Museum?"
"At once, if you like. But before we set out I want to discuss Mr. Okasaki with you. What sort of person is he?"
"A genuine j.a.p, small, lively, and oval-faced. His eyes are like tiny slits in a water melon, and when he laughs his grin goes back to his ears."
"Really, Winter, I did not credit you with such a fund of picturesque imagery. Would you know him again?"
"I can"t be certain. All j.a.ps are very much alike, to my thinking, but if I heard him talk I would be almost sure. Why do you ask?"