Part 24 (1/2)

”No!” replied Geoffrey, divided between surprise and dismay.

The drawing was Savine's. He could recognize the figures upon it, but it had evidently been made when the contractor was suffering from a badly-clouded brain. The broken gate itself was damaging evidence, but this was worse, for a glance at the design showed him that the artificers who worked from it had, without orders even, slightly increased the dimensions. Any man with a knowledge of mechanical science would condemn it, but, while he had often seen Savine incapable of mental effort of late, this was the first serious blunder that he had discovered. The mistake, he knew, would be taken as evidence of sheer incapacity; if further inquiry followed, perhaps it would be published broadcast in the papers, and Geoffrey was above all things proud of his professional skill. Still, he had pledged his word to both his partner and his daughter, and there was only one course open to him, if the questions which would follow made it possible.

The lawyer, leaning forward, whispered to Thomas Savine, and then said aloud, ”If that drawing is what it purports to be, it must have been purloined. May we ask accordingly how it came into your possession?”

”One of the complainants forwarded it to me. He said he--obtained--it,” was the dry answer. ”Under the circ.u.mstances, I hesitate to make direct use of it, but by the firm's stamp it appears genuine.”

”That Mr. Savine could personally be capable of such a mistake as this is impossible on the face of it,” said the inquirer's professional a.s.sistant. ”It is the work of a half-trained man, and suggests two questions, Do you repudiate the plan, and, if you do not, was it made by a responsible person? I presume you have a draughtsman?”

”There is no use repudiating anything that bears our stamp,” said Geoffrey, disregarding the lawyer's frown, and looking steadily into the bewildered face of Thomas Savine. ”I work out all such calculations and make the sketches myself. My a.s.sistant sometimes checks them.”

The official, who had heard of the young contractor's reputation for daring skill, looked puzzled as he commented:

”From what you say the only two persons who could have made the blunder are Mr. Savine and yourself. I am advised, and agree with the suggestion, that Mr. Savine could never have done so. From what I have heard, I should have concluded it would have been equally impossible with you; but I can't help saying that the inference is plain.”

”Is not all this beside the question?” interposed the lawyer. ”The junior partner admits the plan was made in the firm's offices, and that should be sufficient.”

Geoffrey held himself stubbornly in hand while the officer answered that he desired to ascertain if it was the work of a responsible person. He knew that this blunder would be recorded against him, and would necessitate several brilliant successes before it could be obliterated, but his resolution never faltered, and when the legal adviser, laying a hand upon his arm, whispered something softly, he shook off the lawyer's grasp.

”The only two persons responsible are Mr. Savine and myself--and you suggested the inference was plain,” he a.s.serted.

Here Gillow, who had been fidgeting nervously, opened his lips as if about to say something, but closed them again when his employer, moving one foot beneath the table, trod hard upon his toe.

”I am afraid I should hardly mend matters by saying I am sorry it is,”

said the official, dryly. ”However, a mistake by a junior partner does not prove your firm incapable of high-cla.s.s work, and I hardly think you will be troubled by further interference after my report is made.

My superiors may warn you--but I must not antic.i.p.ate. It is as well you answered frankly, as, otherwise, I should have concluded you were endeavoring to make your profits at the risk of the community; but I cannot help saying that the admission may be prejudicial to you, Mr.

Thurston, if you ever apply individually for a Government contract.

Here is the drawing. It is your property.”

Geoffrey stretched out his hand for it, but Savine was too quick for him, and when he thrust it into his pocket, the contractor, rising abruptly, stalked out of the room. Gillow, who followed and overtook him, said:

”I can't understand this at all, sir. Mr. Savine made that drawing. I know his arrows on the measurement lines, and I was just going to say so when you stopped me. I have a confession to make. I believe I dropped that paper out of my wallet on board the steamer.”

”You have a very poor memory, Gillow,” and Thurston stared the speaker out of countenance. ”I fear your eyes deceive you at times as well.

You must have lost it somewhere else. In any case, if you mention the fact to anybody else, or repeat that you recognise Mr. Savine's handiwork, I shall have to look for an a.s.sistant who does not lose the doc.u.ments with which he is entrusted.”

Gillow went away growling to himself, but perfectly satisfied with both his eyesight and memory. Thurston had hardly dismissed him than Thomas Savine approached, holding out the sketch.

”See here, Geoffrey,” began the contractor's brother, and one glance at the speaker was sufficient for Thurston, who stopped him.

”Are you coming to torment me about that confounded thing? Give it to me at once,” he said.

He s.n.a.t.c.hed the drawing from Savine's hand, tore it into fragments, and stamped them into the mould. ”Now that's done with at last!” he said.

”No,” was the answer. ”There's no saying where a thing like this will end, if public mischief-makers get hold of it. You have your future, which means your professional reputation, to think of. In all human probability my poor brother can't last very long, and this may handicap you for years. I cannot----”

”d.a.m.n my professional reputation! Can't you believe your ears?”