But she spoke too late.
Robin Greve had left the room.
CHAPTER IX
MR. MANDERTON
A quality which had gone far to lay the foundations of the name which Robin Greve was rapidly making at the bar was his strong intuitive sense. He had the rare ability of correctly "sensing" an atmosphere, an uncanny _flair_ for driving instantly at the heart of a situation, which rendered him in the courts a dexterous advocate and a redoubtable opponent.
Now, as he came into the lounge from the big oak staircase, he instantly realized that he had entered an unfriendly atmosphere. The concealed lights which were set all round the cornice of the room were turned on, flooding the pleasantly snug room with soft reflected light. A little group stood about the fire, Bude, Jay, Hartley Parrish"s man, and a stranger. Jay was engaged in earnest conversation with the stranger. But at the sound of Greve"s foot upon the staircase, the conversation ceased and a silence fell on the group.
Greve"s attention was immediately attracted towards the stranger, whom he surmised to be the detective from Scotland Yard. He was a big, burly man with a heavy dark moustache, straight and rather thin black hair, and coa.r.s.e features. He looked a full-blooded, plethoric person with reddish-blue veins on his florid face, and a heavy jowl which over-feeding, Robin surmised, had made fullish. He was very neatly dressed in his black overcoat with velvet collar carefully brushed, his natty black tie with its pearl pin, and well-polished boots. His black bowler hat, with a pair of heavy dogskin gloves, neatly folded, lay on the table.
"This Mr. Greve?"
Bude and Jay fell back as Robin joined the group. The detective bent his gaze on the young barrister as he put his question, and Robin for the first time noticed his eyes. Keen and clear, they were ill-suited, he thought, to the rather gross features of the man. By right he should have had either the small and roguish or the pale and expressionless eyes which are habitually found in individuals of the sanguine temperament.
The detective had a trick of dropping his eyes to his boots. When he raised them, the effect was to alter his whole expression. His eyes, well-open, keenly observant, in perpetual motion, lent an air of alertness, of shrewdness, to his heavy, florid countenance.
"That is my name," said Robin, answering his question. "I am a barrister. I have met some of your people at the Yard, but I don"t think...."
"Detective-Inspector Manderton," interjected the big man, and paused as though to say, "Let that sink in!"
Robin knew him well by repute. His qualities were those of the bull-dog, slow-moving, obstinately brave, and desperately tenacious. His was a name to conjure with among the criminal cla.s.ses, and his career was starred with various sensational tussles with desperate criminals, for Detective-Inspector Manderton, when engaged on a case, invariably "took a hand himself," as he phrased it, when an arrest was to be made. A bullet-hole in his right thigh and an imperfectly knitted right collar-bone remained to remind him of this propensity of his. His motto, as he was fond of saying, was, "What I have I hold!"
"Well, Mr. Greve," said the detective in a loud, hectoring voice, "perhaps you will be good enough to tell me what you know of this affair?"
Robin flushed angrily at the man"s manner. But there was no trace of resentment in his voice as he replied. He told Manderton what he had already told Humphries: how he had gone from the billiard-room across the hall and down the library corridor to the side-door into the grounds, intending to have a stroll before tea, but, finding that it was threatening rain, had returned to the house by the front door.
The detective scanned the young man"s face closely as he spoke. When Robin had finished, the other dropped his eyes and seemed to be examining the brilliant polish of his boots. He said nothing, and again Robin became aware of the atmosphere of hostility towards him which this man radiated.
"It is dark at five o"clock?"
Manderton turned to Bude.
"Getting on that way, sir," the butler agreed.
"Are you in the habit, sir,"--the detective turned to Robin now,--"of going out for walks in the dark?"
Greve shrugged his shoulders.
"I had been sitting in the billiard-room. It was rather stuffy, so I thought I"d like some air before tea!"
"You left Miss Trevert in the billiard-room?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
Greve put a hand to his throat and eased his collar.
"The gong had sounded for tea," the detective went on imperturbably; "surely it would have been more natural for you to have brought Miss Trevert with you?"
"I didn"t wish to!"
Mr. Manderton cleared his throat.
"Ah!" he grunted. "You didn"t wish to. I should like you to be frank with me, Mr. Greve, please. Was it not a fact that you and Miss Trevert had words?"
He looked up sharply at him with contracted pupils.
"You took a certain interest in this young lady?"
"Mr. Manderton,"--Robin spoke with a certain _hauteur_,--"don"t you think we might leave Miss Trevert"s name out of this?"
"Mr. Greve," replied the detective bluntly, "I don"t!"
Robin made a little gesture of resignation.
"Before the servants...."
"Come, come, sir," the detective broke in, "with all respect to the young lady and yourself, it was a matter of common knowledge in the house that she and you were ... well, old friends. It was remarked, Mr.
Greve, I may remind you, that you looked very upset-like when you left the billiard-room to"--he paused perceptibly--"to go for your stroll in the dark."
Robin glanced quickly round the group. Jay averted his eyes. As for Bude, he was the picture of embarra.s.sment.
"You seem to be singularly well posted in the gossip of the servants"
hall, Mr. Manderton!" said Robin hotly.
It was a foolish remark, and Robin regretted it the moment the words had left his mouth.
"Well, yes," commented the detective slowly, "I am. I shall be well posted on the whole of this case, presently, I hope, sir!"
His manner was perfectly respectful, but reserved almost to a tone of menace.
"In that case," said Robin, "I"ll tell you something you don"t know, Mr.
Manderton. Has Bude told you what he heard after I had pa.s.sed him in the hall?"
Interest flashed at once into the detective"s face. He turned quickly to the butler. Robin felt he had scored.
"What did you hear?" he said sharply.
Bude looked round wildly. His large, fish-like mouth twitched, and he made a few feeble gestures with his hands.