Part 27 (1/2)
”The coincidence of your question,” Mr. Fentolin said smoothly, ”is certainly a strange one. The mysterious stranger is within our gates.”
Lady Saxthorpe, who had been out of the conversation for far too long, laid down her knife and fork.
”My dear Mr. Fentolin!” she exclaimed. ”My dear Mrs. Fentolin! This is really most exciting! Do tell us all about it at once. I thought that the man was supposed to have been decoyed away in a motor-car. Do you know his name and all about him?”
”There are a few minor points,” Mr. Fentolin murmured, ”such as his religious convictions and his size in boots, which I could not swear about, but so far as regards his name and his occupation, I think I can gratify your curiosity. He is a Mr. John P. Dunster, and he appears to be the representative of an American firm of bankers, on his way to Germany to conclude a loan.”
”G.o.d bless my soul!” Lord Saxthorpe exclaimed wonderingly. ”The fellow is actually here under this roof! But who brought him? How did he find his way?”
”Better ask Gerald,” Mr. Fentolin replied. ”He is the abductor. It seems that they both missed the train from Liverpool Street, and Mr. Dunster invited Gerald to travel down in his special train. Very kind of him, but might have been very unlucky for Gerald. As you know, they got smashed up at Wymondham, and Gerald, feeling in a way responsible for him, brought him on here; quite properly, I think. Sarson has been looking after him, but I am afraid he has slight concussion of the brain.”
”I shall remember this all my life,” Lord Saxthorpe declared solemnly, ”as one of the most singular coincidences which has ever come within my personal knowledge. Perhaps after lunch, Mr. Fentolin, you will let some of your people telephone to the police-station at Wells? There really is an important enquiry respecting this man. I should not be surprised,” he added, dropping his voice a little for the benefit of the servants, ”to find that Scotland Yard needed him on their own account.”
”In that case,” Mr. Fentolin remarked, ”he is quite safe, for Sarson tells me there is no chance of his being able to travel, at any rate for twenty-four hours.”
Lady Saxthorpe s.h.i.+vered.
”Aren't you afraid to have him in the house?” she asked, ”a man who is really and actually wanted by Scotland Yard? When one considers that nothing ever happens here except an occasional s.h.i.+pwreck in the winter and a flower-show in the summer, it does sound positively thrilling. I wonder what he has done.”
They discussed the subject of Mr. Dunster's possible iniquities.
Meanwhile, a young man carrying his hat in his hand had slipped in past the servants and was leaning over Mr. Fentolin's chair. He laid two or three sheets of paper upon the table and waited while his employer glanced them through and dismissed him with a little nod.
”My wireless has been busy this morning,” Mr. Fentolin remarked. ”We seem to have collected about forty messages from different battles.h.i.+ps and cruisers. There must be a whole squadron barely thirty miles out.”
”You don't really think,” Lady Saxthorpe asked, ”that there is any fear of war, do you, Mr. Fentolin?”
He answered her with a certain amount of gravity. ”Who can tell? The papers this morning were bad. This conference at The Hague is still unexplained. France's att.i.tude in the matter is especially mysterious.”
”I am a strong supporter of Lord Roberts,” Lord Saxthorpe said, ”and I believe in the vital necessity of some scheme for national service. At the same time, I find it hard to believe that a successful invasion of this country is within the bounds of possibility.”
”I quite agree with you, Lord Saxthorpe,” Mr. Fentolin declared smoothly. ”All the same, this Hague Conference is a most mysterious affair. The papers this morning are ominously silent about the fleet.
From the tangle of messages we have picked up, I should say, without a doubt, that some form of mobilisation is going on in the North Sea. If Lady Saxthorpe thinks it warm enough, shall we take our coffee upon the terrace?”
”The terrace, by all means,” her ladys.h.i.+p a.s.sented, rising from her place. ”What a wonderful man you are, Mr. Fentolin, with your wireless telegraphy, and your telegraph office in the house, and telephones. Does it really amuse you to be so modern?”
”To a certain extent, yes,” Mr. Fentolin sighed, as he guided his chair along the hall. ”When my misfortune first came, I used to speculate a good deal upon the Stock Exchange. That was really the reason I went in for all these modern appliances.”
”And now?” she asked. ”What use do you make of them now?”
Mr. Fentolin smiled quietly. He looked out sea-ward, beyond the sky-line, from whence had come to him, through the clouds, that tangle of messages.
”I like to feel,” he said, ”that the turning wheel of life is not altogether out of earshot. I like to dabble just a little in the knowledge of these things.”
Lord Saxthorpe came strolling up to them.
”You won't forget to telephone about this guest of yours?” he asked fussily.
”It is already done,” Mr. Fentolin a.s.sured him. ”My dear sister, why so silent?”