"Oh, yes," he replied, "every now and then!"
Mary Trevert raised her eyes to his.
"Will you do something for me?" she said. "Tell Mr. Greve not to trust Manderton. He will know whom I mean. Tell him to be on his guard against that man. Say he means mischief. Tell him, above all things, to be careful. Make him go away ... go abroad until this thing has blown over ..."
She spoke with intense earnestness, her dark eyes fixed on Bruce Wright"s face.
"But promise me you won"t say this comes from me! Do you understand?
There are reasons, very strong reasons, for this. Will you promise?"
"Of course!"
She took Bruce"s outstretched hand.
"I promise," he said.
"You mustn"t go without tea," said the girl. "Besides,"--she glanced at a little platinum watch on her wrist,--"there"s not another train until six. There is no need for you to start yet. I don"t like being left alone. Mother has one of her headaches, and Horace and Dr. Romain have gone to Stevenish. Come up to my sitting-room!"
She led the way out of the library, locking the door behind them, and together they went up to the Chinese boudoir where tea was laid on a low table before a bright fire. In the dainty room with its bright colours they seemed far removed from the tragedy which had darkened Harkings.
They had finished tea when a tap came at the door. Bude appeared. He cast a reproachful look at Bruce.
"Jay would be glad to have a word with you, Miss," he said.
The girl excused herself and left the room. She was absent for about ten minutes. When she returned, she had a little furrow of perplexity between her brows. She walked over to the open fireplace and stood silent for an instant, her foot tapping the hearth-rug.
"Mr. Wright," she said presently, "I"m going to tell you something that Jay has just told me. I want your advice ..."
The boy looked at her interrogatively. But he did not speak.
"I think this is rather important," the girl went on, "but I don"t quite understand in what way it is. Jay tells me that Mr. Parrish had on his pistol a sort of steel fitting attached to the end ... you know, the part you shoot out of. Mr. Parrish used to keep his automatic in a drawer in his dressing-room, and Jay has often seen it there with this attachment fitted on. Well, when Mr. Parrish was discovered in the library yesterday, this thing was no longer on the pistol. And Jay says it"s not to be found!..."
"That"s rather strange!" commented Bruce. "But what was this steel contraption for, do you know? Was it a patent sight or something?"
"Jay doesn"t know," answered the girl.
"Would you mind if I spoke to Jay myself?" asked the young man.
In reply the girl touched the bell beside the fireplace. Bude answered the summons and was despatched to find Jay. He appeared in due course, a tall, dark, sleek young man wearing a swallow-tail coat and striped trousers.
"How are you, Jay?" said Bruce affably.
"Very well, thank you, sir," replied the valet.
"Miss Trevert was telling me about this appliance which you say Mr.
Parrish had on his automatic. Could you describe it to me?"
"Well, sir," answered the man rather haltingly, "it was a little sort of cup made of steel or gun-metal fitting closely over the barrel ..."
"And you don"t know what it was for?"
"No, sir!"
"Was it a sight, do you think?"
"I can"t say, I"m sure, sir!"
"You know what a sight looks like, I suppose. Was there a bead on it or anything like it?"
"I can"t say, I"m sure, sir. I never gave any particular heed to it. I used to see the automatic lying in the drawer of the wardrobe in Mr.
Parrish"s room in a wash-leather case. I noticed this steel appliance, sir, because the case wouldn"t shut over the pistol with it on and the b.u.t.t used to stick out."
"When did you last notice Mr. Parrish"s automatic?"
"It would be Thursday or Friday, sir. I went to that drawer to get Mr.
Parrish an old stock to go riding in as some new ones he had bought were stiff and hurt him."
"And this steel cup was on the pistol then?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"And you say it was not on the pistol when Mr. Parrish"s body was found?"
"No, sir!"
"Are you sure of this?"
"Yes, sir. I was one of the first in the room, and I saw the pistol in Mr. Parrish"s hand, and there was no sign of the cup, sir. So I"ve had a good look among his things and I can"t find it anywhere!"
Bruce Wright pondered a minute.
"Try and think, Jay," he said, "if you can"t remember anything more about this steel cup, as you call it. Where did Mr. Parrish buy it?"
"Can"t say, I"m sure, sir. He had it before ever I took service with him!"
Jay put his hand to his forehead for an instant.
"Now I come to think of it," he said, "there was the name of the shop or maker on it, stamped on the steel. "Maxim," that was the name, now I put my mind back, with a number ..."
"Maxim?" echoed Bruce Wright. "Did you say Maxim?"
"Yes, sir! That was the name!" replied the valet impa.s.sively.
"By Jove!" said the boy half to himself. Then he said aloud to Jay:
"Did you tell the police about this?"
Jay looked somewhat uncomfortable.