She was now feeling horribly frightened. She strained her ears in vain for a sound. The whole house seemed wrapped in a grave-like quiet. The smile had never left Mr. Schulz"s face. But it was a cruel, wolfish grin without a ray of kindliness in it. The girl felt her heart turn cold within her every time her eyes fell on the mask-like face.
Mr. Schulz shrugged shoulders.
"Since you insist ..." he remarked. "But I think it is scarcely fair on our friend Dulkinghorn. The letter is in the safe in my office next door. If you come along I will get it out and show it to you ..."
He spoke unconcernedly, but stiffly, as though to emphasize the slight put upon his dignity. One hand thrust jauntily in his jacket pocket, he stepped across the carpet to the door with the blue curtain. He opened it, then stood back for the girl to pa.s.s in before him.
"After you!" he said.
He had placed himself so close to the doorway that the black fox about her neck brushed his face as she pa.s.sed. Suddenly a warm, sickly whiff of some sweet-smelling odour came to her. She stopped on the instant, irresolute, alarmed. Then a dank hand was clapped on her face, covering nostrils and mouth with a soft cloth reeking with a horrible cloying drug. An arm with muscles like steel was pa.s.sed round her waist and held her in a vice-like grip against which she struggled in vain. She felt her senses slipping, slipping ...
CHAPTER XXIII
TWO"S COMPANY ...
On the pavement opposite the post-office stood one of those high pillars which are commonly used in Continental cities for the display of theatre and concert advertis.e.m.e.nts. Robin instantly stepped behind it. It was not that he wished to avoid being seen by Jeekes as much as that he had not decided in his mind what course he had best pursue. From behind the cover of the pillar he mustered his man.
The little secretary looked strange and unfamiliar in a sporting sort of travelling ulster of a tawny brown hue and a cap of the same stuff. But there was no mistaking the watery eyes, the sharp nose, the features. He had obviously not seen Robin. His whole attention was rivetted on the street. He kept peering nervously to right and left as though expecting some one.
Suddenly he stepped forward quickly to the kerb. Then Robin saw an open car detach itself from the press of traffic in the square and, driven very fast, approach the post-office. It was a large car with a grey body; a sallow man wearing a black felt hat sat at the wheel. The car drew up at the kerb and halted within a few feet of the advertis.e.m.e.nt pillar. Robin backed hastily round it to escape observation. He had resolved to do nothing until he had ascertained who Jeekes"s friend was and what business the secretary had with him.
"It"s all right," Robin heard the man in the car say in English; "I telephoned the girl and she"s coming. What a piece of luck, eh?"
Robin heard the click of the car door as it swung open.
"... better get along out there at once," he heard the man in the car say, "I"m sending Jan in the car for her at ..."
Then Robin stepped out unexpectedly from behind his pillar and cannoned into Mr. Jeekes, who was just entering the car.
"Good-morning," said Robin with easy a.s.surance; "I"m delighted to hear that you"ve found Miss Trevert, Jeekes, for, to tell the truth, I was feeling somewhat uneasy about her ..."
The secretary"s face was a study. The surprise of seeing Robin, who had dropped, it seemed to him, out of the clouds into the city of Rotterdam, deprived him of speech for an instant. He blinked his eyes, looked this way and that, and finally, with a sort of blind gesture, readjusted his _pince-nez_ and glared at the intruder.
Then, without a word, he got into the car. But Robin, with a firm hand, stayed the door which Jeekes would have closed behind him.
"Excuse me," Robin remarked decidedly, "but I"m coming with you if your friend"--at this he looked at the man in the driving-seat--"has no objection ..."
Mr. Jeekes cast a frightened glance at the sallow man.
The latter said impatiently:
"We"re wasting time, Jeekes. Who is this gentleman?"
"This is Mr. Greve," said the little secretary hurriedly, "a friend of Mr. Parrish and Miss Trevert. He was staying in the house at the time of the tragedy. He has, I understand, taken a prominent part in the investigations as to the motive of our poor friend"s sad end ..."
Mr. Jeekes looked to Robin as he said this as though for confirmation.
The man at the driving-wheel turned and gave the little secretary a quick glance. Then he mustered Robin with a slow, insolent stare. He had a yellow face and small black eyes quick and full of intelligence.
Then he bowed.
"My name is Victor," he said. "The sad news about Mr. Parrish was a great shock to me. I met him several times in London. Were you anxious to see Miss ... er ... Trevert? She has come to Rotterdam (so my friend Jeekes tells me) to look into certain important business transactions which the late Mr. Parrish had in hand at the time of his death. Did I understand you to say that you were uneasy about this lady? Is there any mystery about her journey?..."
For the moment Robin felt somewhat abashed. The question was rather a poser. Was there, in effect, any mystery about Mary"s trip to Rotterdam accompanied by her cousin? She had acquainted her people at Harkings with her plans. What if, after all, everything was open and above-board, and she had merely come to Rotterdam on business? It seemed difficult to believe. Surely in such a case the solicitor, Bardy, would have been the more suitable emissary ...
"You"ll forgive us, I"m sure," the yellow-faced man remarked suavely, "but we"re in a great hurry. Would you mind closing that door?..."
Robin closed the door. But he got into the car first. As he had stood on the pavement in doubt, the recollection of Jeekes"s inexplicable lie about the payments made by Parrish for the French lady in the Mayfair flat came back to him and deepened the suspicion in his mind. It would in any case, he told himself, do no harm to find out who this rather unsavoury-looking Rotterdam friend of Jeekes"s was ...
So Robin jumped into the car and sat down on the back seat next to the secretary.
"It happens," he said, "that I am particularly anxious to see Miss Trevert. As I gather you are going to meet her, I feel sure you won"t mind my accompanying you ..."
The yellow-faced man turned with an easy smile.
"Sorry," he said, "but we are having a meeting with Miss Trevert on private business and I"m afraid we cannot take you along. Jeekes here, however, could take a message to Miss Trevert and if she _wanted_ to see you ..."
He broke off significantly and smiled slily at the secretary. Robin felt himself flush. So Jeekes had been telling tales out of school to Mr.
Victor, had he? The young man squared his jaw. That settled it. He would stay.
"I promise not to b.u.t.t in on your private business," he replied, "but I simply must see Miss Trevert before I go back to London. So, if you don"t mind, I think I"ll come along ..."
The yellow-faced man glanced at his wrist watch.
"I can"t prevent you!" he exclaimed. Then he rapped out something in Dutch to Jeekes. The secretary leaned forward to catch the remark. The yellow-faced man threw in the clutch.
"Goed!" (good), answered Jeekes in the same language, and resumed his seat as the car glided smoothly away from the kerb into the traffic of the busy square. Robin settled himself back in the seat with an inaudible sigh of satisfaction. He did not like the look of Jeekes"s companion, he told himself, and Mr. Victor, whoever he was, had certainly manifested no great desire for Robin"s company. But he was going to see Mary. That was all that counted for the moment.
They threaded their way through the streets in silence. It pa.s.sed through Robin"s mind to start a discussion with Jeekes about the death of Hartley Parrish. But in the circ.u.mstances he conceived it might easily a.s.sume a controversial character, and he did not want to take any risk of jeopardizing his chance of meeting Mary again. And no other subject of conversation occurred to him. He did not know Jeekes at all well, knew him in fact only as a week-end guest knows the private secretary of his host, a shadowy personality, indispensable and part of the household, but scarcely more than a name ...
The car had put on speed as they left the more crowded streets and emerged into the suburbs. Now they were running over a broad straight main road lined with poplars. Robin wondered whither they were bound.
He was about to put the question to the secretary when the man Victor turned his head and said over his shoulder:
"_Nu_!"
At the same moment the speed of the car sensibly diminished.
Jeekes put his arm across the young man at his side.
"That door," he said, touching his sleeve, "doesn"t seem to be properly shut. Would you mind ..."
Robin pushed the door with his hand.
"It seems all right," he said.
"Permit me ..."