Part 46 (1/2)
”It won't be announced to-morrow,” said Jimmy. ”Because by to-morrow you will be as far away from here as you can get, if you have any sense.”
”What do you mean?”
”Just this. If you haven't left this house by breakfast time to-morrow, I shall expose you.”
Lord Wisbeach was not feeling particularly happy, but he laughed at this.
”You!”
”That's what I said.”
”Who do you think you are, to go about exposing people?”
”I happen to be Mrs. Pett's nephew, Jimmy Crocker.”
Lord Wisbeach laughed again.
”Is that the line you are going to take?”
”It is.”
”You are going to Mrs. Pett to tell her that you are Jimmy Crocker and that I am a crook and that you only pretended to recognise me for reasons of your own?”
”Just that.”
”Forget it!” Lord Wisbeach had forgotten to be alarmed in his amus.e.m.e.nt. He smiled broadly. ”I'm not saying it's not good stuff to pull, but it's old stuff now. I'm sorry for you, but I thought of it before you did. I went to Mrs. Pett directly after lunch and sprang that line of talk myself. Do you think she'll believe you after that? I tell you I'm ace-high with that dame. You can't queer me with her.”
”I think I can. For the simple reason that I really am Jimmy Crocker.”
”Yes, you are.”
”Exactly. Yes, I am.”
Lord Wisbeach smiled tolerantly.
”It was worth trying the bluff, I guess, but it won't work. I know you'd be glad to get me out of this house, but you've got to make a better play than that to do it.”
”Don't deceive yourself with the idea that I'm bluffing. Look here.” He suddenly removed his coat and threw it to Lord Wisbeach. ”Read the tailor's label inside the pocket. See the name. Also the address. 'J. Crocker. Drexdale House. Grosvenor Square. London.'”
Lord Wisbeach picked up the garment and looked as directed. His face turned a little sallower, but he still fought against his growing conviction.
”That's no proof.”
”Perhaps not. But, when you consider the reputation of the tailor whose name is on the label, it's hardly likely that he would be standing in with an impostor, is it? If you want real proof, I have no doubt that there are half a dozen men working on the _Chronicle_ who can identify me. Or are you convinced already?”
Lord Wisbeach capitulated.
”I don't know what fool game you think you're playing, but I can't see why you couldn't have told me this when we were talking after lunch.”
”Never mind. I had my reasons. They don't matter. What matters is that you are going to get out of here to-morrow. Do you understand that?”