"Drink that, my lord, and pull yourself together," he said, in a matter-of-fact way. "That"s right," as Heyton stretched out a shaking hand and poured some of the spirit down his throat and some over his waistcoat. "Now, you"ll want some money. Oh, I know! You wanted it badly or you wouldn"t have played this idiotic game. In this bag is some gold.
When you get to Harbin, you will find some more waiting for you. I"ll take it upon myself to arrange all that. Don"t take much luggage: just a change and a tooth-brush. Say you"re going to town on business, any business you can think of that requires your immediate presence. And, mind! don"t stop on the way; go straight through: you"ll find the trains fit in. I won"t add, "Keep your mouth shut"; you"ll do that; unless"--he nodded significantly at the empty gla.s.s--"you take too much of that.
That"s rather a weakness of yours, Lord Heyton: master it, or it"ll master you. Now, there"s no time to lose. I"ll order a brougham for you.
Come, pull yourself together. Man!"--his disgust, impatience broke out, for the first time--"try to think what you"re running away from! It"s a long rope, and it"ll take you all your time and wits to get beyond its reach. And think of the risk I"m running; I"m compounding a felony.
I--Harry Jacobs!"
Heyton rose, clutching at the table, chair; his quivering lips opened and shut; at last he cried hoa.r.s.ely,
"d.a.m.n you!"
"That"s all right, my lord," said Mr. Jacobs. "I"m glad I"ve roused your spirit. Here, pull yourself together--your face is giving you away.
Upstairs and pack! The carriage will be waiting."
He held open the door; and Heyton, with a glance at him which meant murder, pa.s.sed out.
Half an hour later, Celia saw Lord Heyton enter the brougham.
"Is Lord Heyton going away?" she asked, with surprise, as she saw the footman place a small portmanteau on the box. She hurried into the hall as she spoke, and it was Mr. Jacobs, who was standing there with Mrs.
Dexter, who answered her.
"Yes, Miss Grant," he said. "Lord Heyton has been called away on most important business. Most unfortunate! But there was no help for it."
He waited until Mrs. Dexter had gone, then, with his eyes fixed on Celia"s face, he said to her,
"Will you please tell the Marquess that Lord Heyton has gone? And you might say that his return is quite uncertain; in fact--er--he has gone abroad."
Celia"s ingenuous countenance expressed her surprise, which seemed to satisfy Mr. Jacobs.
"Now," he said, briskly, "I"m going to see the prisoner, Mr. Sydney Green." The colour rose to Celia"s face; but her eyes met Mr. Jacobs"
steadily. "Have you any message for him, Miss Grant?"
"Yes," said Celia in a low voice and after a pause. "Will you tell him, please, that I will come to him, if--if I am allowed to do so?"
"You may go and see Mr. Green whenever you please, my dear Miss Grant,"
said Mr. Jacobs. As he turned away, he added, "By the way, perhaps you"d like to know I"m going to take Mr. Clendon with me. I beg his lordship"s pardon--I mean, the Marquess."
Celia looked bewildered for a moment; then she sighed.
"Yes. I am rather confused. I am glad you are going to take him with you; very glad."
"So am I," said Mr. Jacobs, with his bland, innocent smile.
CHAPTER x.x.x
In the circ.u.mstances, Derrick was not uncomfortably lodged. The lock-up was an ancient, knock-down affair, and the Inspector had arranged that Derrick should occupy one of the rooms in the adjoining police-station.
Here, Mr. Jacobs and Mr. Clendon found him, if not altogether resigned to the situation, at any rate not cast down or despondent.
"Well, here we are," said Mr. Jacobs, cheerfully. "I hope they"ve made you as comfortable as possible, Mr.--Green. I"ve brought a friend of yours with me, and I have a message from another friend of yours, Miss Grant. She says she will pay you a visit whenever you like to see her."
Derrick shook his head. "I don"t want her to come here," he said. "But I"m very glad to see Mr. Clendon."
"By the way," cut in Mr. Jacobs, "I ought to introduce this gentleman by his right name, or, rather, t.i.tle. You will be very much surprised to hear, Mr. Green, that Mr. Clendon is the Marquess of Sutcombe. It"s a long story, but, with your permission, I will put it into a sentence.
His lordship is the elder brother, who was thought to be dead, but has turned up--if his lordship will allow me the phrase."
"It is true," said Mr. Clendon, as we must still call him; and he made the admission with an air of resignation and a gesture of regret. "But we have come to talk of your affairs."
"Quite so, my lord," said Mr. Jacobs. "Now, Mr. Sydney Green--or shall I call you, Mr. Derrick Dene?"
Mr. Clendon started slightly and bent his piercing eyes on Derrick, who coloured and bit his lip.
"Yes, that"s my name," he said; "but I don"t know how you know it."
"My dear Mr. Dene," said Mr. Jacobs, blandly, "we people in Scotland Yard know a great many things. Just as an instance, let me tell you what I know about you. You were placed at an early age in the care of a worthy couple named Jackson, who brought you up and started you in the profession which I am sure you will adorn. Owing to a--well, let us say, a misunderstanding--you left England--er--somewhat abruptly, and went with a travelling circus to South America; in South America you left the circus and found employment on a ranch, owned by a lady named Donna Elvira----"
Derrick, frowning, stared at him and did not notice that Mr. Clendon had quietly sunk into a chair and, with his hands leaning on his stick, was looking fixedly at Derrick.
"You want to know how we came to know all this?" said Mr. Jacobs, cheerfully. "Well, we had the little affair of the forged cheque placed in our hands, and were following it up when a Mr. Brown, the Sutcombe family solicitor, stepped in and stopped us. You see, the bank refused to prosecute and we couldn"t move without it. But, in the course of our inquiries into the business of the forged cheque, we naturally traced your antecedents, and it seemed to us--well, to put it shortly, that your history was so interesting it was worth following. I have all the notes here." He tapped a little book he had taken from his pocket. "You will want to know why I brought it down with me, when I was engaged upon another case and had little reason to expect that you would be arrested on this charge?"
"The question was in my mind," said Derrick, gravely. "Perhaps you"ll explain."
"With pleasure," replied Mr. Jacobs, and his tone corroborated his words. "But perhaps this packet which we have, in the discharge of our duty, taken from you, will explain better than I can."
He took the packet from his pocket and laid it on the table. As he did so, he glanced for the first time at the old man, who was sitting so quietly, so immovably.
"Will you allow me to open it--or perhaps we will ask his lordship to do so?"
Derrick looked from one to the other and bit his lip.
"That packet is a confidential one," he said; "but"--moved by an impulse he could not understand--"I am willing that Mr. Clendon shall open it.
It has pa.s.sed out of my hands. I suppose I have no right to it," he added, rather bitterly.
"I made the proposition to save time," said Mr. Jacobs. "There is the packet, your lordship."
With a glance at Derrick, the old man took it and broke the seals slowly. There was no surprise on his face as he read the enclosures.
Perhaps he had foreseen that which the packet contained. He read, in absolute silence, the two men watching him; Mr. Jacobs with a cheerful countenance, Derrick with an anxious regard; then presently, Mr. Clendon looked up. Now his face was working, his eyes were moist as he breathed, "My G.o.d!" and there was remorse, as well as a kind of solemn joy in the cry.
"You do not guess the truth contained in these papers?" he asked, in a very low voice, as his gaze met Derrick"s.
"No, sir," said Derrick.
Mr. Clendon turned his eyes to Mr. Jacobs, but Derrick felt that the old man was addressing him.
"The lady who writes this letter, Mr. Jacobs, the Donna Elvira of whom you have spoken, is--my wife. We have been separated for years. The cause? Nothing that can cast a shadow of dishonour on her. I was wandering in South America when I met her; we fell in love, were married in haste. I was then a headstrong, hot-tempered, unreasonable youth; she--well, she was Spanish, and with a temper and disposition that matched mine. After many quarrels, we parted in anger. I went my way, a wild, desperate way; needless to tell you whither such a way leads.
Wrecked in character and prospects, I decided to be quit of the world. I had thought of suicide--but G.o.d held my hand. Suffice it that I disappeared, that I concocted a false report of my death, and so made room for my younger brother, Talbot, to take the place in the world which I had rendered myself unfit to fill."