Part 2 (2/2)
”Oho!” said Cleek, with one of his curious smiles. ”So our friend the mysterious a.s.sa.s.sin disappeared in the middle of a sort of tunnel did he--and with a man at either end? Hum-m-m! I see, I see!”
”Do you? Well, I'm blest if I do, then. There wasn't a place as big as your hand to hide anything in, much less shelter a man; and the fellow who could do a diabolical thing like that----”
”That is a question which simply remains to be seen,” interposed Cleek.
”The thing is not so supernatural as it appears at first blush. Once--in the days that lie behind me, when I was the hunted and not the hunter--in that old 'Vanis.h.i.+ng Cracksman' time of mine, I myself did that 'amazing disappearance' twice. Once in an alley in New York when there was a night watchman and a patrolman to be eluded; and once in Paris when, with Margot's lot, I was being hunted into a trap which would have been the end of one of the biggest coups of my career had I been nabbed that night.”
”Margot?” repeated Narkom. ”Yes, I remember the Queen of the Apaches--the woman with whom you used to consort. Said she'd get even with you when you turned down the old life and took sides with the law instead of against it, I recollect. And you tell me that in those old days you practised a trick such as this fellow did to-night?”
”Yes. Beat him at it--if you will pardon the conceit--for I vanished in the middle of a narrow pa.s.sage with a sergeant de ville chasing me at one end and a concierge accompanied by a cabman and a commissionaire racing in at the other, I always fancied that that trick was original with me. I know of no one but Margot and her crew who were aware of the exploit, and if any man has borrowed a leaf from the book of those old times---- Oh, well, it will be the end of all your fears regarding any friend of ours, Mr. Narkom, for the fellow will stand convicted as a member of the criminal cla.s.ses and, possibly, of Margot's crew. We shall know the truth of that when we get to the scene of this mysterious vanishment, my friend.”
”Yes, but how was it done, Cleek? Where did he go? How did he elude the chasing keeper and the waiting constable? A man can't vanish into thin air, and I tell you there wasn't a place of any sort for him to hide in.
Yet you speak of the trick as if it were easy.”
”It _is_ easy, provided he had the same cause and adopted the same means as I did, my friend. Wait until we come to investigate that railway arch and you will see. Now tell me something, Mr. Narkom: How came you to be in the neighbourhood of Mulberry Lane at all to-night? It is nowhere near Clavering Close; and it was decidedly out of your way if, as you tell me, you were on the way back to town. It is peculiar that you should have chosen to go out of your way like that.”
”I didn't choose to do it. As a matter of fact I was executing a commission for Lady Clavering. It appears that a jewel had been found by the maid-in-attendance lying upon the floor of the ladies' room, and as Lady Clavering recollected seeing that jewel upon Miss Ailsa Lorne's person to-night, she asked me to stop at Wuthering Grange and return it to her.”
”Ailsa Lorne!” A light flashed into Cleek's face as he repeated the name, and rising into his eyes, made them positively radiant. ”Ailsa Lorne, Mr. Narkom? You surely do not mean to tell me that Ailsa Lorne is in Wimbledon?”
”Yes, certainly I do. My dear fellow, how the name seems to interest you. But I remember: you know the lady, of course.”
Know her? Know the woman whose eyes had lit the way back from those old days of crime to the higher and the better things, the woman who had been his redemption in this world, and would, perhaps, be his salvation in the one to come? Cleek's very soul sang hymns of glory at the bare thought of her.
”I did not know Miss Lorne would be in Wimbledon,” he said quietly, ”or anywhere in the neighbourhood of London. I thought she had accepted a temporary position down in Suffolk as the companion of an old school friend, Lady Katharine Fordham.”
”So she did,” replied Narkom. ”And it is as that unhappy young lady's companion that she was at Clavering Close to-night. Lady Katharine, as you doubtless know, is Lord St. Ulmer's only child.”
”Lord St. Ulmer?” repeated Cleek, gathering up his brows thoughtfully.
”Hum-m-m! Ah-h-h! I seem to remember something about a Lord St. Ulmer.
Let me see! Lost his wife when his daughter was a mere baby, didn't he, and took the loss so much to heart that he went out to Argentina and left the girl to the care of an aunt? Yes, I recall it now. Story was in all the papers some months ago. Got hold of a silver mine out there; made a pot of money, and came home after something like fifteen years of absence; bought in the old family place, Ulmer Court, down in Suffolk, after it had been in the hands of strangers for a generation or two, and took his daughter down there to live. That's the man, isn't it?”
”Yes, that's the man. He's worth something like half a million sterling to-day--lucky beggar.”
”Then why do you allude to his daughter and heiress as an 'unhappy young lady'? Surely with unlimited wealth at her command----”
”Which I dare say she would gladly give up to get back other things that she has lost,” interposed Mr. Narkom. ”Her hopes of becoming young Geoff Clavering's wife for one!”
”Young Geoff Clavering? The chap whose coming of age was celebrated to-day?”
”Yes, the son and heir of my friend, Sir Philip Clavering, as fine a boy as ever stood in shoe leather. He and Lady Katharine have almost grown up together, as her uncle and aunt, General and Mrs. Raynor, are close neighbours at Wuthering Grange. They were engaged at seventeen, a regular idyllic love match, old chap. Sir Philip and Lady Clavering were immensely fond of her and heartily approved the match. So apparently did her father, to whom she wrote, although she had not seen him since she was a baby. Even when he returned to England with a fortune big enough to warrant his daughter wedding a duke, he still appeared to approve of the engagement, and suggested that the wedding should be celebrated on the young man's twenty-first birthday.”
”Which, as to-day is that day, and you still speak of her as Lady Katharine Fordham, I presume did not take place?”
”No, it did not. Some three months ago, a certain Count de Louvisan, an Austrian, appeared on the scene, claiming acquaintance with St. Ulmer; and it seems that after a subsequent interview, Lord St. Ulmer informed his daughter that her engagement with Geoff Clavering must come to an end, and that it was her father's intention that she should become the wife of Count de Louvisan.”
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