CHAPTER XXI. TOMMY MAKES A DISCOVERY
FOR a moment or two they stood staring at each other stupidly, dazedwith the shock. Somehow, inexplicably, Mr. Brown had forestalled them.Tommy accepted defeat quietly. Not so Julius.
“How in tarnation did he get ahead of us? That’s what beats me!” heended up.
Tommy shook his head, and said dully:
“It accounts for the stitches being new. We might have guessed....”
“Never mind the darned stitches. How did he get ahead of us? We hustledall we knew. It’s downright impossible for anyone to get here quickerthan we did. And, anyway, how did he know? Do you reckon there was adictaphone in Jane’s room? I guess there must have been.”
But Tommy’s common sense pointed out objections.
“No one could have known beforehand that she was going to be in thathouse--much less that particular room.”
“That’s so,” admitted Julius. “Then one of the nurses was a crook andlistened at the door. How’s that?”
“I don’t see that it matters anyway,” said Tommy wearily. “He may havefound out some months ago, and removed the papers, then----No, by Jove,that won’t wash! They’d have been published at once.”
“Sure thing they would! No, some one’s got ahead of us to-day by an houror so. But how they did it gets my goat.”
“I wish that chap Peel Edgerton had been with us,” said Tommythoughtfully.
“Why?” Julius stared. “The mischief was done when we came.”
“Yes----” Tommy hesitated. He could not explain his own feeling--theillogical idea that the K.C.’s presence would somehow have averted thecatastrophe. He reverted to his former point of view. “It’s no goodarguing about how it was done. The game’s up. We’ve failed. There’s onlyone thing for me to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Get back to London as soon as possible. Mr. Carter must be warned. It’sonly a matter of hours now before the blow falls. But, at any rate, heought to know the worst.”
The duty was an unpleasant one, but Tommy had no intention of shirkingit. He must report his failure to Mr. Carter. After that his work wasdone. He took the midnight mail to London. Julius elected to stay thenight at Holyhead.
Half an hour after arrival, haggard and pale, Tommy stood before hischief.
“I’ve come to report, sir. I’ve failed--failed badly.”
Mr. Carter eyed him sharply.
“You mean that the treaty----”
“Is in the hands of Mr. Brown, sir.”
“Ah!” said Mr. Carter quietly. The expression on his face did notchange, but Tommy caught the flicker of despair in his eyes. Itconvinced him as nothing else had done that the outlook was hopeless.
“Well,” said Mr. Carter after a minute or two, “we mustn’t sag at theknees, I suppose. I’m glad to know definitely. We must do what we can.”
Through Tommy’s mind flashed the assurance: “It’s hopeless, and he knowsit’s hopeless!”
The other looked up at him.
“Don’t take it to heart, lad,” he said kindly. “You did your best. Youwere up against one of the biggest brains of the century. And you camevery near success. Remember that.”
“Thank you, sir. It’s awfully decent of you.”
“I blame myself. I have been blaming myself ever since I heard thisother news.”
Something in his tone attracted Tommy’s attention. A new fear gripped athis heart.
“Is there--something more, sir?”
“I’m afraid so,” said Mr. Carter gravely. He stretched out his hand to asheet on the table.
“Tuppence----?” faltered Tommy.
“Read for yourself.”
The typewritten words danced before his eyes. The description of a greentoque, a coat with a handkerchief in the pocket marked P.L.C. He lookedan agonized question at Mr. Carter. The latter replied to it:
“Washed up on the Yorkshire coast--near Ebury. I’m afraid--it looks verymuch like foul play.”
“My God!” gasped Tommy. “_Tuppence!_ Those devils--I’ll never rest tillI’ve got even with them! I’ll hunt them down! I’ll----”
The pity on Mr. Carter’s face stopped him.
“I know what you feel like, my poor boy. But it’s no good. You’ll wasteyour strength uselessly. It may sound harsh, but my advice to you is:Cut your losses. Time’s merciful. You’ll forget.”
“Forget Tuppence? Never!”
Mr. Carter shook his head.
“So you think now. Well, it won’t bear thinking of--that brave littlegirl! I’m sorry about the whole business--confoundedly sorry.”
Tommy came to himself with a start.
“I’m taking up your time, sir,” he said with an effort. “There’s no needfor you to blame yourself. I dare say we were a couple of young fools totake on such a job. You warned us all right. But I wish to God I’d beenthe one to get it in the neck. Good-bye, sir.”
Back at the _Ritz_, Tommy packed up his few belongings mechanically,his thoughts far away. He was still bewildered by the introduction oftragedy into his cheerful commonplace existence. What fun they hadhad together, he and Tuppence! And now--oh, he couldn’t believe it--itcouldn’t be true! _Tuppence--dead!_ Little Tuppence, brimming over withlife! It was a dream, a horrible dream. Nothing more.
They brought him a note, a few kind words of sympathy from PeelEdgerton, who had read the news in the paper. (There had been a largeheadline: EX-V.A.D. FEARED DROWNED.) The letter ended with the offerof a post on a ranch in the Argentine, where Sir James had considerableinterests.
“Kind old beggar,” muttered Tommy, as he flung it aside.
The door opened, and Julius burst in with his usual violence. He held anopen newspaper in his hand.
“Say, what’s all this? They seem to have got some fool idea aboutTuppence.”
“It’s true,” said Tommy quietly.
“You mean they’ve done her in?”
Tommy nodded.
“I suppose when they got the treaty she--wasn’t any good to them anylonger, and they were afraid to let her go.”
“Well, I’m darned!” said Julius. “Little Tuppence. She sure was thepluckiest little girl----”
But suddenly something seemed to crack in Tommy’s brain. He rose to hisfeet.
“Oh, get out! You don’t really care, damn you! You asked her to marryyou in your rotten cold-blooded way, but I _loved_ her. I’d have giventhe soul out of my body to save her from harm. I’d have stood by withouta word and let her marry you, because you could have given her the sortof time she ought to have had, and I was only a poor devil without apenny to bless himself with. But it wouldn’t have been because I didn’tcare!”
“See here,” began Julius temperately.
“Oh, go to the devil! I can’t stand your coming here and talking about‘little Tuppence.’ Go and look after your cousin. Tuppence is my girl!I’ve always loved her, from the time we played together as kids. Wegrew up and it was just the same. I shall never forget when I was inhospital, and she came in in that ridiculous cap and apron! It was likea miracle to see the girl I loved turn up in a nurse’s kit----”
But Julius interrupted him.
“A nurse’s kit! Gee whiz! I must be going to Colney Hatch! I could swearI’ve seen Jane in a nurse’s cap too. And that’s plumb impossible! No,by gum, I’ve got it! It was her I saw talking to Whittington at thatnursing home in Bournemouth. She wasn’t a patient there! She was anurse!”
“I dare say,” said Tommy angrily, “she’s probably been in with them fromthe start. I shouldn’t wonder if she stole those papers from Danvers tobegin with.”
“I’m darned if she did!” shouted Julius. “She’s my cousin, and aspatriotic a girl as ever stepped.”
“I don’t care a damn what she is, but get out of here!” retorted Tommyalso at the top of his voice.
The young men were on the point of coming to blows. But suddenly, withan almost magical abruptness, Julius’s anger abated.
“All right, son,” he said quietly, “I’m going. I don’t blame you any forwhat you’ve been saying. It’s mighty lucky you did say it. I’ve beenthe most almighty blithering darned idiot that it’s possible to imagine.Calm down”--Tommy had made an impatient gesture--“I’m going right awaynow--going to the London and North Western Railway depot, if you want toknow.”
“I don’t care a damn where you’re going,” growled Tommy.
As the door closed behind Julius, he returned to his suit-case.
“That’s the lot,” he murmured, and rang the bell.
“Take my luggage down.”
“Yes, sir. Going away, sir?”
“I’m going to the devil,” said Tommy, regardless of the menial’sfeelings.
That functionary, however, merely replied respectfully:
“Yes, sir. Shall I call a taxi?”
Tommy nodded.
Where was he going? He hadn’t the faintest idea. Beyond a fixeddetermination to get even with Mr. Brown he had no plans. He re-read SirJames’s letter, and shook his head. Tuppence must be avenged. Still, itwas kind of the old fellow.
“Better answer it, I suppose.” He went across to the writing-table.With the usual perversity of bedroom stationery, there were innumerableenvelopes and no paper. He rang. No one came. Tommy fumed at thedelay. Then he remembered that there was a good supply in Julius’ssitting-room. The American had announced his immediate departure, therewould be no fear of running up against him. Besides, he wouldn’t mind ifhe did. He was beginning to be rather ashamed of the things he had said.Old Julius had taken them jolly well. He’d apologize if he found himthere.
But the room was deserted. Tommy walked across to the writing-table,and opened the middle drawer. A photograph, carelessly thrust in faceupwards, caught his eye. For a moment he stood rooted to the ground.Then he took it out, shut the drawer, walked slowly over to anarm-chair, and sat down still staring at the photograph in his hand.
What on earth was a photograph of the French girl Annette doing inJulius Hersheimmer’s writing-table?
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