Part 25 (1/2)

I see. Well, I needn't trouble you further, Rector. Thank you so much for your information.

And for tea, I put in, trying to cover his brusqueness with a smile.

Not at all. Delighted. Pleasure, said the Rector, and I believed him. Sad business, he added.

Awfully sad, said his wife. Sure you won't have any more to eat? (Oh, don't scratch, Lucille.) Was his wife murdered too?

Stute was already leaving the room, so I gave a rather unsatisfactory shake of the head in answer to this parting question, and then followed the Rector and Inspector through the hall. We shook hands briefly with our host, and went down the steep steps of his gloomy house. Stute hurriedly lit a cigarette, and blew l.u.s.tily from it, as though there was something in his lungs which he wanted entirely to expel.

CHAPTER XIX.

WE MUST HAVE covered about eight miles at a very fair speed before either of us spoke. The evening had darkened and one could see little more than the s.h.i.+ning surface of wet tar ahead of us. I had momentarily forgotten our problems as I thought of the dingy little Rector and his wife.

Do you still think our visit to Long Highbury wasted? Stute asked suddenly.

Well, we don't seem much forrader, I returned. All we know now is that the Free-mans went from there to France.

You are really a splendid foil, Mr. Townsend. I wish you had taken it into your head to describe one of my cases, instead of Beef's.

I thought this rather rude. Do you know so much more? I asked.

I certainly don't know that the Freemans went from Long Highbury. to France. But I do know why they went to Long Highbury. And I've a pretty good idea of how to get hold of them, or of her, now.

Remarkable, I'm sure, I snapped with sarcastic incredulity. If you've learnt all that from our interview in that very unventilated room, I congratulate you.

My dear Townsend, surely you must see for yourself? Here we have a known criminal, a man engaged in an extremely remunerative traffic which may bring him at any moment under arrest. He suddenly, under a new name, goes down to the country and takes a cottage, explaining rather vaguely that he is a retired accountant of sorts. He takes care to make friends with the Rector, and to support him rather lavishly in any appeal he may make. Then he casually decides to go abroad, and gets the Rector to sign his application for a pa.s.sport. What is the inference?

I shrugged.

Well, he was arranging what the Americans call a hideout. He was planning for a rainy day. When trouble arose he, Ferris or Fairfax, whom n.o.body had reason to a.s.sociate with a Mr. Freeman who once lived at Long Highbury, would have a perfectly authentic pa.s.sport ready for him. And it was the only way he could get that pa.s.sport. The office does not, except in certain cases, confirm details of birth, etc., given to them. Provided the application is signed by a responsible person, they issue the pa.s.sport. So that our friend spent six months of his life in preparing for the dangerous moment when he would want to vanish. And vanish he could, completely. I have often wondered why more criminals don't take this simple precaution. It may be the church-work which puts them off.

Good Lord! You really think. ...

I am certain of it. Why else did Ferris-Fairfax-Freeman spend that time in a village with that sort of parson? Why else? And we Know that he got his pa.s.sport, and having got it, disappeared leaving no address which quite distressed the Rector and his wife who thought him 'charming.'

Clever idea. He must have been a pretty deep sort of blackguard.

Yes. Or working for one. I'm inclined to agree with our friend in Buenos Aires about a 'big power' behind this somewhere. Our record of Ferris was of a fairly ordinary type of criminal.

But you said that you had an idea as to where he is now, if he's still alive. What is that?

His pa.s.sport was made out for France, and France only. I imagine his reason for having that was an idea of his, possibly mistaken, that an application for a pa.s.sport for France only would not be scrutinized as carefully as one for all countries in Europe. Remember that if the Pa.s.sport Office had taken it into their heads to ask for a birth certificate, he was sunk. Anyway, presuming that he used that pa.s.sport he has gone to France, and to get any further he would have to apply to a British Consul.

That's true.

So that if we apply to the French police, and at the same time notify our consulates in France, there is a good chance of coming up with him. Always, of course, providing that he's still alive.

You're quite right, of course. How you people cover the loop-holes.