Part 21 (1/2)

Again the secretary touched the silver hand-bell, and desired the porter in attendance to summon Mr. Raikes. From a word or two dropped by another of the directors, I gathered that Mr. Raikes was one of the under-secretaries.

He came--a small, slight, sandy-haired, keen-eyed man, with an eager, nervous manner, and a forest of light beard and moustache. He just showed himself at the door of the board-room, and being requested to bring a certain day-book from a certain shelf in a certain room, bowed and vanished.

He was there such a moment, and the surprise of seeing him was so great and sudden, that it was not till the door had closed upon him that I found voice to speak. He was no sooner gone, however, than I sprang to my feet.

”That person,” I said, ”is the same who met Mr. Dwerrihouse upon the platform at Blackwater!”

There was a general movement of surprise. The chairman looked grave, and somewhat agitated.

”Take care, Mr. Langford,” he said, ”take care what you say!”

”I am as positive of his ident.i.ty as of my own.”

”Do you consider the consequences of your words? Do you consider that you are bringing a charge of the gravest character against one of the company's servants?”

”I am willing to be put upon my oath, if necessary. The man who came to that door a minute since is the same whom I saw talking with Mr.

Dwerrihouse on the Blackwater platform. Were he twenty times the company's servant, I could say neither more nor less.”

The chairman turned again to the guard.

”Did you see Mr. Raikes in the train, or on the platform?” he asked.

Somers shook his head.

”I am confident Mr. Raikes was not in the train,” he said; ”and I certainly did not see him on the platform.”

The chairman turned next to the secretary.

”Mr. Raikes is in your office, Mr. Hunter,” he said. ”Can you remember if he was absent on the fourth instant?”

”I do not think he was,” replied the secretary; ”but I am not prepared to speak positively. I have been away most afternoons myself lately, and Mr. Raikes might easily have absented himself if he had been disposed.”

At this moment the under-secretary returned with the day-book under his arm.

”Be pleased to refer, Mr. Raikes,” said the chairman, ”to the entries of the fourth instant, and see what Benjamin Somers' duties were on that day.”

Mr. Raikes threw open the c.u.mbrous volume, and ran a practised eye and finger down some three or four successive columns of entries. Stopping suddenly at the foot of a page, he then read aloud that Benjamin Somers had on that day conducted the 4.15 express from London to Crampton.

The chairman leaned forward in his seat, looked the under-secretary full in the face, and said, quite sharply and suddenly:--

”Where were _you_, Mr. Raikes, on the same afternoon?”

”_I_, sir?”

”You, Mr. Raikes. Where were you on the afternoon and evening of the fourth of the present month?”

”Here, sir--in Mr. Hunter's office. Where else should I be?”

There was a dash of trepidation in the under-secretary's voice as he said this; but his look of surprise was natural enough.

”We have some reason for believing, Mr. Raikes, that you were absent that afternoon without leave. Was this the case?”

”Certainly not, sir. I have not had a day's holiday since September. Mr.