Part 44 (1/2)

The foster-father and son, left for a few moments to themselves, had little to say, but sat looking into each other's faces with eyes full of meaning, each understanding what was in the other's heart.

At last, as they heard returning footsteps, the elder man spoke,--

”It was a good thing you went there, my boy; come what may, you will never regret it.”

”Never!” the other replied with emphasis.

It seemed but a few moments ere hurried steps were heard along the corridor, followed by a light, familiar knock, and Mr. Sutherland entered.

”I recognized your voice at the 'phone, Mr. Barton,” said the attorney, after greetings had been exchanged, ”and something in its tone, aside from the general import of your message, led me to believe that the call was of special importance, therefore I lost no time in coming here.”

”You were correct,” replied the English barrister; ”we have made a most important discovery, bearing not only upon the case in hand, but also upon the Mainwaring murder case.”

”Ah-h!” responded the attorney with evident interest; then drawing his chair near the group seated about the open fire, he asked, with a swift glance about the room, ”But where is your 'clerk,' Mr.

Barton? Should he not be present?”

”My 'clerk!'” replied Mr. Barton, with peculiar emphasis, and plainly appreciating the humor of the inquiry; ”my 'clerk' is, I believe, at present engaged in most a.s.siduously cultivating the acquaintance of Ralph Mainwaring's coachman.”

Then, as Mr. Sutherland elevated his eyebrows in mute inquiry, he continued,--

”The coachman, I have understood, is a recent acquisition, taken, I believe, upon the recommendation of this Merrick; and while he seems eminently satisfactory as a coachman, I have my doubts as to whether he will prove quite so satisfactory to his superior officer upon his return.”

”Ah, I see!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the other; ”he is what might be denominated a 'sub.'”

”Yes; and so exceedingly verdant that McCabe thought it worth while to make his acquaintance. But now to present business!”

Again the strange story was repeated, Mr. Sutherland listening with grave attention, which deepened as the recital proceeded, until, at its completion, he could scarcely restrain his enthusiasm; exultation was plainly written on his face, but there was a peculiar gentleness in his manner as he first approached his young client, saying in a low tone, as he cordially grasped his hand,--

”I realize, Mr. Mainwaring, all that this means to you, and I am sure you will understand me when I say that I congratulate you.”

Harold Mainwaring bowed silently, and Mr. Sutherland, turning towards the English barrister, exclaimed, ”This explains everything!

This will make our case absolutely incontrovertible; but, first, we must secure that man at all hazards and at any cost just as quickly as possible; think what a witness he will make!”

”Just what I had in mind” was the response, ”and McCabe is the man to locate him if he is upon the face of the earth. But we must decide immediately upon our own course of action, for this will necessitate certain changes in our plans, and we must act at once, and, at the same time, with the utmost caution and secrecy.”

Dinner was ordered and served in the privacy of their own apartments that they might be entirely free from intrusion or interruptions during their deliberations, and it was at a late hour when, their consultation ended, they gathered about the open fire with their cigars, awaiting, with much self-congratulation and cheerful talk, the return of the absent McCabe.

”Confound it!” exclaimed Mr. Barton, presently, glancing at his watch; ”what in the deuce is keeping that fellow so late? If we had not especially wanted him, he would have been here two hours ago.”

”Perhaps,” suggested Mr. Sutherland, ”he may have found the coachman more communicative than he antic.i.p.ated.”

”He has doubtless struck some clue which he is following,” was the reply; but at that instant there was a light tap at the door, and the man generally known as the English barrister's ”clerk” entered.

”Well, Mac,” said Mr. Barton, cheerfully, ”'speak of the devil'--you know what follows! What luck to-night?”

”Very fair, sir,” said the man, quietly taking in the situation at a glance, as he noted the eager, expectant faces of the four men, and, dropping into a chair near the group, he instantly a.s.sumed an att.i.tude of close attention.

Ordinarily, McCabe was, as Mr. Whitney had remarked, rather an insignificant looking man. He was below medium stature and somewhat dull in appearance, owing to the fact that he seemed to take little interest in his surroundings, while his face, when his eyes were concealed, as was generally the case, by the heavily drooping lids and long eyelashes, was absolutely expressionless. When, however, he raised his eyes and fixed them upon any one, the effect was much the same as though a search-light suddenly flashed in one's face; but this was only upon rare occasions, and few casual observers would dream of the keen perceptive faculties hidden beneath that quiet exterior.

”Tell us your story first, Mac,” said Mr. Barton, after a moment's silence, thoroughly understanding his man, ”ours will keep for a little bit.”