Part 5 (2/2)
She looked at her wrist-watch.
”It's five minutes to now. I will send for him at once.”
”Rolston, did you say the name was, Miss Dewsbury?” said Williams.
”Yes,--Rolston. But the messenger can't mistake him. He's about five feet two high, very slim, with an innocent, baby face, and very dark red hair. Oh, and his ears stick out at the sides of his head almost at right angles. Please say nothing about my part in the matter, as yet at any rate,” Miss Dewsbury asked as she went away, and some minutes afterwards a page boy ushered in one of the most curious little figures I have ever seen.
Mr. Rolston was short, slim and well proportioned. He looked active as a monkey and tough as whipcord. He was rather shabbily dressed in an old blue suit. His face was childish only in contour and complexion, and for the rest he could have sat as a model for Puck to any painter. There was something impish and merry in his rather slanting eyes, and his b.u.t.ton of a mouth was capable of some very surprising contortions. His round-shaped ears, like the ears of a mouse, stood out on each side of his head and completed the elfish, sprite-like impression.
”Sit down, Mr. Rolston,” I said, pointing to a chair on the other side of the table.
The little man bowed very low and slid into the chair. I had an odd impression that he would shortly produce a nut and begin to crack it with his teeth. I could see that he was in a whirl of amazement and at the same time horribly nervous, and I tried to put him at his ease.
”I understand,” I said, ”that you are a journalist, Mr. Rolston.”
”Yes, Sir Thomas,” he replied, in a cultivated voice, though with a curious guttural note in it, and I marked that he knew my name.
”I also understand--never mind how--that for some time past you have been wis.h.i.+ng to see the editor of a large London daily, to penetrate right to the fountain head, so to speak. Well, here you are, I am the editor of the _Evening Special_. What have you to propose to me?”
I pa.s.sed a box of cigarettes over the table towards him, but he shook his head.
”It's about the three great towers now approaching completion at Richmond.”
”You have some special information?”
”Some very startling information, indeed, Sir Thomas. An idea came to me some months ago. I thought it worth while testing, and it's proved trumps.”
”If you have anything in the nature of a scoop, Mr. Rolston, I need hardly say that it will be very well worth your while. If, when I have heard what you have to say, I cannot use your information, I will give you my personal word that all you tell me shall be kept an entire secret.”
”That's good enough for any one,” he answered with a sudden grin. ”Well, sir, these towers will eventually lapse to the British Government as a gift from the private individual who has erected them, but they will remain his property and be used for his own purposes until his death.
And these purposes are not wireless telegraphy, or even scientific in any shape or form. Indeed, wireless telegraphy is expressly forbidden.”
Well, at that I sat upright in my chair. Here was news indeed--if it were true.
”That's big stuff,” I replied at once, ”if you can substantiate it.”
”I think you will believe me when I have finished,” he replied quietly.
”I have risked my life more than once to get at the facts. My father, Sir Thomas, was a missionary in China. I was brought up to speak the Chinese language as well as English. I am one of the very few Europeans who do so fluently. Moreover, I kept it up till I was sixteen and came to England, and I have never forgotten it. You have heard, I suppose, that there's a gang of Chinese coolies at work on the towers, and some of the Trade Unions have been making themselves nasty about it, and the American labor?”
”Yes, there was some agitation.”
”In addition to these coolies, there are many Chinese officials of a much higher cla.s.s, people who will remain when the towers are finished, as they will be in an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time, for the work is being carried on both by day and night. Speed, speed, speed! is the order, and nothing in the world is allowed to stand in the way of it.”
”You interest me very much. Please continue.”
”Speaking Chinese as I do, being perfectly familiar with Chinese dress and customs, it has not been difficult for me to disguise myself--blacken my hair, a.s.sume a yellow complexion and so forth.
”By this means I have penetrated to the very heart of the workings at night, and,” he blushed faintly, ”I have listened to conversations of an extraordinary character, lying on the roof of a certain office building for hours. Details you shall have, and in plenty, but here is the sum of my discoveries. There is no syndicate. There never was. The work, upon which millions have been spent, has been, from the very first, designed and originated by one individual, with the specialized help of the most famous engineers of America.”
”And his motive?” I asked, and I don't mind saying that I was almost trembling with excitement.
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