"You must keep them for next time," he answered roughly. "If you can see anything, you can see that just now I"m not in a temper for to stand it, whatever I may be another evening."
"Why do I suffer this language from you?" she demanded indignantly--"why?"
"If you don"t go in, you"ll hear language you"ll like still less, G.o.ddess or no G.o.ddess!" he said, foaming. "I mean it. I"ve been worked up past all bearing, and I advise you to let me alone just now, or you"ll repent it!"
"Enough!" she said haughtily, and stalked proudly into the lonely niche, which he closed instantly. As he did so, he noticed his Sunday papers lying still folded on his table, and seized one eagerly.
"It may have something in it about what Jauncy was telling me of," he said; and his search was rewarded by the following paragraph:--
"DARING CAPTURE OF BURGLARS IN BLOOMSBURY.--On the night of Friday, the --th, Police-constable Yorke, B 954, while on duty, in the course of one of his rounds, discovered two men, in a fainting condition and covered with blood, which was apparently flowing from sundry wounds upon their persons, lying against the railings of Queen Square. Being unable to give any coherent account of themselves, and housebreaking implements being found in their possession, they were at once removed to the Bow Street Station, where, the charge having been entered against them, they were recognized by a member of the force as two notorious housebreakers who have long been "wanted" in connection with the Camberwell burglary, in which, as will be remembered, an officer lost his life."
The paragraph went on to give their names and sundry other details, and concluded with a sentence which plunged Leander into fresh torments:--
"In spite of the usual caution, both prisoners insisted upon volunteering a statement, the exact nature of which has not yet transpired, but which is believed to have reference to another equally mysterious outrage--the theft of the famous Venus from the Wricklesmarsh Collection--and is understood to divert suspicion into a hitherto unsuspected channel."
What could this mean, if not that those villains, smarting under their second failure, had denounced him in revenge? He tried to persuade himself that the pa.s.sage would bear any other construction, but not very successfully. "If they have brought _me_ in," he thought, and it was his only gleam of consolation, "I should have heard of it before this."
And even this gleam vanished as a sharp knocking was heard below; and, descending to open the door, he found his visitor to be Inspector Bilbow.
"Evening, Tweddle," said the Inspector, quietly. "I"ve come to have another little talk with you."
Leander thought he would play his part till it became quite hopeless.
"Proud to see you, Mr. Inspector," he said. "Will you walk into my saloon? and I"ll light the gas for you."
"No, don"t you trouble yourself," said the terrible man. "I"ll walk upstairs where you"re sitting yourself, if you"ve no objections."
Leander dared not make any, and he ushered the detective upstairs accordingly.
"Ha!" said the latter, throwing a quick eye round the little room. "Nice little crib you"ve got here. Keep everything you want on the premises, eh? Find those cupboards very convenient, I dare say?"
"Very," said Leander (like the innocent Joseph Surface that he was); "oh, very convenient, sir." He tried to keep his eyes from resting too consciously upon the fatal door that held his secret.
"Keep your coal and your wine and spirits there?" said the detective.
(Was he watching his countenance, or not?)
"Y--yes," said Leander; "leastways, in one of them. Will you take anything, sir?"
"Thank "ee, Tweddle; I don"t mind if I do. And what do you keep in the other one, now?"
"The other?" said the poor man. "Oh, odd things!" (He certainly had _one_ odd thing in it.)
After the officer had chosen and mixed his spirits and water, he began: "Now, you know what"s brought me here, don"t you?"
("If he was sure, he wouldn"t try to pump me," argued Leander. "I won"t throw up just yet.")
"I suppose it"s the ring," he replied innocently. "You don"t mean to say you"ve got it back for me, Mr. Inspector? Well, I _am_ glad."
"I thought you set no particular value on the ring when I met you last?"
said the other.
"Why," said Leander, "I may have said so out of politeness, not wanting to trouble you; but, as you said it was the statue you were after chiefly, why, I don"t mind admitting that I shall be thankful indeed to get that ring back. And so you"ve brought it, have you, sir?"
He said this so naturally, having called in all his powers of dissimulation to help him in his extremity, that the detective was favourably impressed. He had already felt a suspicion that he had been sent here on a fool"s errand, and no one could have looked less like a daring criminal, and the trusted confederate of still more daring ruffians, than did Leander at that moment.
"Heard anything of Potter lately?" he asked, wishing to try the effect of a sudden _coup_.
"I don"t know the gentleman," said Leander, firmly; for, after all, he did not.
"Now, take care. He"s been seen to frequent this house. We know more than you think, young man."
"Oh! if he bluffs, _I_ can bluff too," pa.s.sed through Leander"s mind.
"Inspector Bilbow," he said, "I give you my sacred honour, I"ve never set eyes on him. He can"t have been here, not with my knowledge. It"s my belief you"re trying to make out something against me. If you"re a friend, Inspector, you"ll tell me straight out."
"That"s not our way of doing business; and yet, hang it, I ought to know an honest man by this time! Tweddle, I"ll drop the investigator, and speak as man to man. You"ve been reported to me (never mind by whom) as the receiver of the stolen Venus--a pal of this very Potter--that"s what I"ve against you, my man!"
"I know who told you that," said Leander; "it was that Count and his precious friend Braddle!"
"Oh, you know them, do you? That"s an odd guess for an innocent man, Tweddle!"
"They found me out from inquiries at the gardens," said Leander; "and as for guessing, it"s in this very paper. So it"s me they"ve gone and implicated, have they? All right. I suppose they"re men whose word you"d go by, wouldn"t you, sir--truthful, reliable kind of parties, eh?"
"None of that, Tweddle," said the Inspector, rather uneasily. "We officers are bound to follow up any clue, no matter where it comes from.
I was informed that that Venus is concealed somewhere about these premises. It may be, or it may not be; but it"s my duty to make the proper investigations. If you were a prince of the blood, it would be all the same."
"Well, all I can say is, that I"m as innocent as my own toilet preparations. Ask yourself if it is likely. What could _I_ do with a stolen statue--not to mention that I"m a respectable tradesman, with a reputation to maintain? Excuse me, but I"m afraid those burglars have been "aving a lark with you, sir."
He went just a little too far here, for the detective was visibly irritated.
"Don"t chatter to me," he said. "If you"re innocent, so much the better for you; if that statue is found here after this, it will ruin you. If you know anything, be it ever so little, about it, the best thing you can do is to speak out while there"s time."
"I can only say, once more, I"m as innocent as the drivelling snow,"
repeated Leander. "Why can"t you believe my word against those blackguards?"
"Perhaps I do," said the other; "but I must make a formal look round, to ease my conscience."
Leander"s composure nearly failed him. "By all means," he said at length. "Come and ease your conscience all over the house, sir, do; I can show you over."
"Softly," said the detective. "I"ll begin here, and work gradually up, and then down again."
"Here?" said Leander, aghast. "Why, you"ve seen all there is there!"
"Now, Tweddle, I shall conduct this my own way, if _you_ please. I"ve been following your eyes, Tweddle, and they"ve told me tales. I"ll trouble you to open that cupboard you keep looking at so."
"This cupboard?" cried Leander. "Why, you don"t suppose I"ve got the Venus in there, sir!"
"If it"s anywhere, it"s there! There"s no taking me in, I tell you. Open it!"
"Oh!" said Leander, "it is hard to be the object of these cruel suspicions. Mr. Inspector, listen to me. I can"t open that cupboard, and I"ll tell you why.... You--you"ve been young yourself.... Think how you"d feel in my situation ... and consider _her_! As a gentleman, you won"t press it, I"m sure!"