Leaving him in my room, I crept again down the corridor, and presently both she and Mason came noiselessly along in the dark. My little friend had on a thick box-cloth motor coat with fur collar, a motor-cap and her goggles hanging round her neck, while Mason, who often went in the car with her, had also a thick black coat, close cap and veil.
"I hope we sha"n"t get a break-down," Tibbie said, with a laugh. "I really ought to take Webber with me," she added, referring to her smart chauffeur. "But how can I?"
"No," I said. "Drive yourself and risk it. I know you can change a tyre or mend a puncture as well as any man." Whereat she laughed.
"Very well," she said, "let us go," and we crossed the Long Gallery and descended the wide oak stairs, Mason carrying the candle, which she afterwards blew out.
Upon my suggestion, we made our exit by that same window through which Eric and I had pa.s.sed earlier in the night. Mistress and maid scrambled through, and I a.s.sisted them down upon the gra.s.s.
Then we slipped across to where the car was, opened the door, and after Sybil had mounted into her place Mason and I pushed the fine "Mercedes"
slowly out, while she steered it down the incline to the avenue.
She let it run twenty yards or so, and afterwards put on the brake to allow her maid to mount beside her. Then after I had tucked the rug round her legs, she gripped my hand tightly and meaningly, saying in a low voice,--
"Thanks so much, Mr Hughes. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," I whispered. "_Bon voyage_."
And slowly the long powerful car glided off almost noiselessly down the incline, and was a moment later lost in the darkness of the great avenue.
I stood peering into the blackness, but in a few moments could hear no further sound. She had escaped, leaving me utterly mystified and wondering.
When, ten minutes later, I returned to Eric and described her silent departure, he said,--
"So you"re going to meet her in town--eh?"
"Yes, in secret, on Thursday night. She has made an appointment. She will leave Mason in Bournemouth, and then simply disappear. By the time Mason returns here the dead man will be in his coffin, therefore she won"t have any opportunity of identifying him."
"But there"ll be a hue and cry after her. The police will think that something has happened to her."
"Let them think. We shall pretend to make inquiries and a.s.sist them.
In the meantime, with all these letters and things in our hands, we hold the trump cards."
"If Tibbie knew that we had her letters, I wonder what she would say-- how she would act?"
"She no doubt fears that they may fall into the hands of the police.
That is why she is disappearing."
"Of course. And for the present she must be allowed to remain in that belief," Eric replied. "I wonder who the man Parham is? We must inquire. On Sydenham Hill are some rather nice houses. I once knew a rather pretty girl who lived in that neighbourhood, and used to take her for evening walks up the hill to the Crystal Palace."
"Yes," I said. "We must discover all we can about the dead man"s friends. We must also call and see the p.a.w.nbroker in the Fulham Road.
He may be able to tell us who pledged the watch and ring. Indeed, we might get them out of p.a.w.n and see whether there are any remarks or inscription that will tell us anything."
With my suggestion he entirely agreed, and for a second time we re-read those curious letters of the woman who was now flying into hiding, and whom I had promised to meet and a.s.sist.
I had placed myself in a very difficult and dangerous position. Of that I was well aware. I hoped, however, to save her. Too well I knew that she was in desperation, that she had seriously contemplated suicide until she had resolved to make her appeal for my sympathy and help.
Yet she was under the impression that I was as yet in ignorance of this tragedy, although in her white, terrified countenance I saw guilt distinctly written.
I took counsel with Eric. He was entirely against the very dangerous part that I had now promised to play, saying,--"I can"t for the life of me see what motive she can have. To hide is all very well--to bury herself in a working-cla.s.s suburb and pretend to be poor is certainly a much safer plan than endeavouring to slip across to the Continent. But why does she want you to act as her husband? Not for appearances" sake, surely! And yet if she hadn"t a very strong motive she would not thus run the very great risk of compromising herself. She respects you, too, therefore all the stronger reason why she would never ask you to place yourself in that awkward position. No, old fellow," he declared, seating himself upon the edge of my bed, "I can"t make it out at all."
"Of course, it has to do with the affair of yesterday," I remarked.
"Undoubtedly. It has some connection with it, but what it is we can"t yet discern."
"I can only act as she suggests," I remarked.
"I fear you can"t do anything else," he said, after a pause. "Only you"ll have to be most careful and circ.u.mspect, for I can foresee danger ahead. Tibbie"s clever enough, but she is erratic sometimes, and one untimely word of hers may upset everything. I hardly like the idea of you posing as her husband, Wilfrid. I tell you plainly that I have some distinct premonition of evil--forgive me for saying so."
"I hope not. I"m only consenting to it for her sake."
"Because you are still just a little bit fond of her, old fellow. Now, confess it."
"I"m not, Eric. I swear to you I"m not. We could never marry. We are no longer lovers."
"I hope not," he said in an altered tone. "But pretended love-making is always dangerous, you know."
"Well," I said, pacing up the old tapestried room and down again, "let"s leave love out of the question. What I intend to do is to save Tibbie, and at the same time find out the truth. You, Eric, will help me, won"t you?"
"With all my heart, my dear chap," he said. "But--well, somehow I have had lately a very faint suspicion of one thing; and that is, I believe Ellice Winsloe is deeply in love with her. I"ve seen it in his face.
If so, you and I have to reckon with him."
"How?"
"Because as soon as she disappears he"ll commence making eager inquiries and trying to trace her. His inquiries may lead him in our direction, don"t you see. Besides, it would be awkward if he found you down at Camberwell."
I was silent. There was a good deal of truth in what he said. Eric Domville always had a knack of looking far ahead. He was what is vulgarly known as "a far-seeing man."
"But don"t you think that when I"m a compositor in a well-worn tweed suit and a threadbare overcoat with wages of two pounds a week I"ll be beyond the pale and safe from recognition?"
"That"s all very well, but the working-cla.s.s are intelligent. They"ll easily see through a gentleman"s disguise."
"I quite agree," I said. "There is no more intelligent cla.s.s than the working-cla.s.s in London, or indeed in any of the big cities of the North. It is the working-man who is the back-bone of England, after all. The capitalist may direct and public companies may manoeuvre, but it is the skilled labourer who has made England what she is. Yes, I"m quite with you there. I shall have to exert all my tact if I"m to pa.s.s as a printer among working-men. Yet Tibbie"s idea that I should be on a morning paper and be out at work at night is an ingenious one, isn"t it?"
"Ingenious? Why, isn"t she one of the very cleverest women in England?"
he asked. "I say that she is as unequalled for her ingenuity as for her beauty. Therefore, Wilfrid, have a care. I"ll help you--unknown to Tibbie, of course--but I beg of you to be careful. And now let"s turn in for an hour or so. We must be astir and alert to-morrow, for our work of fathoming the mystery must commence at once. We must be all ears and eyes. We already hold the honours in our hand, it is true; but much very difficult and dangerous work lies before us."
"Never mind," I said. "We must save her, Eric. We must save her at all hazards!"
CHAPTER EIGHT.
MAINLY ABOUT THE STRANGER.
When next morning the tragedy in the wood became known the whole household was agog.
It was discussed at the breakfast-table, and Scarcliff, Wydcombe, Ellice Winsloe and myself agreed to walk down to the village and ascertain the facts. Eric remained behind to drive Lady Wydcombe into Chichester as he had arranged on the previous evening.
About half-past ten we four men walked down the avenue into the village, where we found the constable with two other officers in plain clothes.
Great consternation had, of course, been created by the startling news, and the whole village seemed to be gossiping at the doors, and forming wild theories concerning the death of the unfortunate unknown.