Part 28 (1/2)
”If he did, or could, it would be through your own carelessness, Mr. Fullaway,” she said. ”You know that I am ridiculously careful about that sort of thing! From the time I come here in the morning--ten-o'clock--until I leave at five, no one has any chance of seeing our papers, or our letter book, or our telegram-copies book. They are always on my desk while I am in the office, and when I go downstairs to lunch I lock them up in the safe. But--you're not careful! How many times have I come in the morning, and found that you've taken these things out of the safe over-night and left them lying about for anybody to see? Dozens of times!”
”I know--I know!” admitted Fullaway with a groan. ”I'm frightfully careless--always was. I quite admit it, Mrs. Marlow, quite!”
”Of course,” continued Mrs. Marlow, in precise, even tones, ”of course if you left the letter-book lying round, and the book in which the duplicates of all our telegrams and cablegrams are kept, too--why, this Ebers man could easily read what he liked for himself when he was in here of a morning before you got up. He was in and out a great deal, that's certain. And as regards those two affairs, the doc.u.ments we have about them are pretty plain, Mr. Fullaway. Anybody of average intelligence could find out in ten minutes from our letter-book and telegram-book that we negotiated the sale of the Pinkie Pell pearls to Miss Lennard, and that Mr. James Allerd.y.k.e was bringing here a valuable parcel of jewels from Russia. And,” concluded Mrs. Marlow quietly, ”from what I saw of him, Ebers was a smart man.”
Van Koon, who had been listening attentively to all this, turned a half-whimsical, half-reproving glance on Fullaway, who sat in a contrite att.i.tude, drumming his fingers on the polished table.
”I guess you're a very careless individual, my friend,” he said, shaking his head. ”If you will leave your important papers lying about, as this lady says you're in the habit of doing, what do you expect? Now, you've been wondering who got wind of this jewel deal, and here's the very proof that you gave every chance to this Ebers to acquaint himself with it! And what I'd like to know now, Fullaway, is this--what use do you suppose this young fellow made of the information he acquired? That seems to me to be the point.”
”Yes!” exclaimed Allerd.y.k.e suddenly. ”That is the point!”
Fullaway smote the table.
”The thing's obvious!” he cried. ”He sold his information to a gang.
There must have been--I mean must be--a gang. It's utterly impossible that all this could have been worked by one man. The man we've heard of in connection with the deaths of Lisette Beaurepaire and of Ebers himself is only one of the combination. I'm as sure of that as I am that I see you. But--who are they?”
n.o.body answered this question. Allerd.y.k.e plunged his hands in his pockets and stared at Fullaway; Mrs. Marlow began to trace imaginary patterns on the surface of the table; Van Koon produced a penknife and began to sc.r.a.pe the edges of his filbert nails with a preoccupied air.
”There's the thing I've insisted on all along, Fullaway, you know,” he said at last, finding that no one seemed inclined to speak. ”I've insisted on it, but you've always put it off. I don't care what you say--it'll have to come to it. Let me suggest it, now, to our friends here--they're both cute enough, I reckon!”
”Oh, as you please, as you please!” replied Fullaway, with a wave of his hands. ”Say anything you like, Van Koon--it seems as if too much couldn't be said at this juncture.”
”All right,” answered Van Koon. He turned to Allerd.y.k.e and Mrs. Marlow.
”Ever since this affair was brought under my notice,” he said, ”I've pointed out to Fullaway certain features in connection with it.
First--there's no evidence whatever that this plot originated in or was worked from Russia. Second--there is evidence that it began here in London and was carried out from London. And following on that second proposition comes another. Fullaway knew that these jewels were coming--”
He paused and gave the secretary a keen look. And Allerd.y.k.e, watching her just as keenly, saw her face and eyes as calm and inscrutable as ever; it was absolutely evident that nothing could move this woman, no chance word or allusion take her unawares. Van Koon smiled, and leaned nearer.
”But,” he said, tapping the table in emphasis of his words, ”there was somebody else who knew of this deal, somebody whose name Fullaway there steadfastly refuses to bring in. Delkin!”
Fullaway suddenly laughed, throwing up his arms.
”Delkin!” he exclaimed satirically. ”A millionaire several times over!
The thing's ridiculous, Van Koon! Delkin would kick me out if I went and asked him--”
”Delkin will have to be asked,” interrupted Van Koon. ”You will not face the facts, Fullaway. Millionaire, multimillionaire, Delkin was the third person (I'm leaving this valet, Ebers, clean out, though I've not the slightest doubt he was one of the pieces of the machine) who knew that James Allerd.y.k.e was bringing two hundred and fifty thousand pounds' worth of jewels for his, Delkin's approval! That's a fact, Fullaway, which cannot be got over.”
”Psha!” exclaimed Fullaway. ”I suppose you think Delkin, who could buy up the best jeweller's shop in London or Paris and throw its contents to the street children to play with--”
”What is it that's in your mind, Mr. Van Koon?” asked Allerd.y.k.e, interrupting Fullaway's eloquence. ”You've some theory?”
”Well, I don't know about theory,” answered Van Koon, ”but I guess I've got some natural common sense. If Fullaway there thinks I'm suggesting that Delkin organized a grand conspiracy to rob James Allerd.y.k.e, Fullaway's wrong--I'm not. What I am suggesting, and have been suggesting this last three days, is that Delkin should be asked a plain and simple question, which is this--did he ever tell anybody of this proposed deal?
If so--whom did he tell? And if that isn't business,” concluded Van Koon, ”then I don't know business when I see it!”
”What's your objection?” asked Allerd.y.k.e, looking across at Fullaway.
”What objection can you have?”