A Coin of Edward VII: A Detective Story

by Fergus Hume

  CHAPTER XXIII

  MARK DANE

  When Olga announced the name of her visitor, the Princess rose to leavethe room. She explained that she did not think it was in keeping withthe dignity of her position to meet every shady person who called, andadded that her daughter was not behaving in a way worthy of her name andprincely family. When she departed Olga looked inquiringly at Ware. Heswiftly interpreted her look.

  "I shall stop," he said promptly. "I am only too anxious to help you."

  Olga came forward and took his hand. "And you forgive me?" she asked.

  "There is nothing to forgive," he answered, shaking it heartily. "Let usseek for Anne together. I daresay Dane will be able to tell us where sheis. I leave you to manage him."

  The girl nodded and touched the bell. Shortly the maid showed in a slimyoung fellow of a somewhat effeminate type. He was clean-shaven andwonderfully pale, with large dark eyes and curly black hair, worn ratherlong. He was dressed in a grey suit and wore a red scarf tied loosely ina bow. There was something foreign in his looks and dress. At the firstsight one would have taken him for an Italian, but when he spoke it wasapparent that he was an Englishman.

  "Princess!" he said effusively, when he entered. Then catching sight ofGiles in the background, he stopped short with a scared look.

  "This is a friend of mine, Mark," said Olga, coming forward. "He knowsall that there is to be known."

  "Oh! And you promised not to say a word," said Dane reproachfully.

  She shook her head. "I promised to save you from being arrested, and Ishall fulfil my promise. Why have you come here?"

  Dane fumbled in his pocket. "Your letter," he said, handing it to her.

  Olga took it, glanced at it, and finally passed it to Ware.

  "I did not write that letter," she said quietly. "Steel the detectivesent it, so as to bring you here. He wishes to resume the conversationyou left unfinished at Bournemouth."

  "It's a trap!" cried Dane violently, and swung round to the door. Butthere was no chance of escape in that direction. He opened it to findSteel standing without. The detective stepped into the room and lockedthe door.

  "Now," he said, "we can have some conversation. Princess, I apologizefor having used your name unauthorized, but it was the only way to bringthis young man into my net."

  "Into a net!" said Dane, letting fall his soft hat. "You intend to haveme arrested!" His hand went round to the back of his waist. In a momentSteel had flung himself forward, and after a short struggle disarmedhim. The knife that the detective had secured was an ugly-lookingweapon.

  "You are more Italian than the Italians," he said, slipping the knifeinto his pocket; "but you are not a gentleman to frighten the lady."

  "I am not frightened," said Olga promptly; "but I am very tired. I shallretire and leave you two gentlemen to deal with Mark."

  Dane sprang forward and caught her dress. He looked terrified. "Do notleave me," he entreated. "You know that I love you, and that for yoursake I have betrayed a man who has done much for me. You promised tohelp me."

  "I shall do so," she answered, returning to her seat. "I shall see thatyou are not arrested, and----"

  "Pardon me, Princess, it may be necessary to----"

  "Mr. Steel, this man shall not be arrested," she said, stamping herfoot.

  "If I am," cried Dane resolutely, "I shall say nothing. Only to savemyself will I speak."

  Ware addressed a few hurried words to the detective, who noddedreluctantly. It was Giles who spoke. "I promise that you shall not beput in gaol, Dane," he said, "but you must tell the truth."

  "If I do so I am in danger of my life."

  "Then it is not gratitude that keeps you silent?"

  "Gratitude!" said Dane, flinging back his head, "what have I to begrateful for? Mr. Franklin----"

  "You mean Denham," interposed Olga quickly.

  "Denham!" echoed Steel, "that is the father of the governess."

  "No," said Giles, "Anne's father is dead. This man Denham pretended toplay the part, and she has only lately been undeceived. Also, Mr. Steel,you must know that there is no Walter Franklin. The man at the Prioryis the scoundrel you know as Wilson, the head of the Scarlet CrossSociety and the murderer of Miss Kent."

  "Not that last," interposed Dane, while Steel dropped into a seattransfixed with astonishment. "Denham did not kill her. He does not knowwho did. He told me so."

  "He would tell you anything to save himself," said Olga.

  "No," replied Dane, "he tells me all his secrets. At one time I shouldhave died before I revealed them, but Denham has treated me cruelly. Iowe him no gratitude. For years I slaved for him. I did all that a mancould do for his sake. What reward have I got? He has beaten me like adog. He has left me to starve. He has delivered me up to those membersof our society who hate me. Since he came in for this money----"

  "Wrongfully," put in Giles.

  "As you say, sir--wrongfully. But since he became George Franklin and awealthy man, he told me plainly that he washed his hands of me. He gaveme a small sum, and sent me to America, promising an annuity. It was notpaid. I wrote--I threatened. He laughed at me. So I have come back fromAmerica to punish him." He turned to Olga and continued vehemently, "Doyou think that I would have told you what I did, Princess, had I nothated the man? No. Not even for the love I bear you would I have donethat. You sent me to Mr. Steel at Bournemouth. I knew that he was adetective, and went prepared to tell all about Denham's wickedness, evenalthough I incriminated myself."

  "But you did not do so," said Steel dryly; "you ran away."

  "And why? Because you mentioned that you suspected Miss Denham of acrime. I held my tongue until I could see some chance of proving herinnocence. Had I told you all I knew then you would have had herarrested, and let her know the shame of the man--her father."

  "He is not her father," said Olga again.

  "I know nothing about that," replied Dane, sitting down; "he always saidthat he was her father, and I had no reason to believe otherwise. But Iam glad to hear that he is not. She is too good and pure to be thedaughter of such a man. I have known her for years. She is an angel. Shenursed me through an illness. I would do anything to prove my gratitudefor her sake. I held my hand from harming Denham because I thought hewas her father, and----"

  "You need do so no longer," cried Ware, whose face was bright when heheard this praise of Anne; "she is the daughter of George Franklin, ofJamaica. Denham assumed the name to get the Powell money."

  "Then," cried Dane, flinging wide his arms in a most dramatic manner,"all I know you shall know. I turn King's evidence."

  "The best way to save your own skin," said Steel dryly; "you are anIrishman, are you not?"

  Dane nodded. "Born in New York," said he.

  "Humph!" murmured Steel, but so low that only Giles heard him, "all thebetter. You would betray your own mother if it suited you."

  Meanwhile Olga was speaking to the man. "The first thing you have toconfess," she said, "is about Miss Denham. Where is she?"

  "With Mr. Morley."

  Giles uttered an exclamation. "What has he got to do with her?"

  "I don't know. He came up to town yesterday evening."

  "About nine or ten?" asked Giles quickly. He remembered his feeling ofbeing watched at the Liverpool Street Station.

  "Yes," assented Dane, "he came up to see me. He said that he had amessage for Miss Denham from her father. Of course I thought then thatDenham was really her father. I asked Morley why he did not deliver themessage himself, for he knew that Miss Denham had come to town with thePrincess Karacsay."

  "How the deuce did he know that?" wondered Giles.

  "Well, you see, sir, Mr. Morley was a detective at one time, and healways finds out what he desires."

  "True enough," put in Steel, "Joe Bart is very clever."

  "He appears to have been extremely so in this case," said Giles dryly.

  "Morley told me," continued Mark, "that Miss Denham knew he suspectedher of
the murder, and she would not let him see her. If she knew he hadcome to look her up that she would run away thinking he came to have herarrested. He asked me to tell her to come to a rendezvous near the Abbeywithout mentioning his name. I thought this was reasonable enough, andwrote a letter."

  "And I went with Anne," said Olga. "Where did you go?"

  "When you left us I told her that Morley had a message from her father.She said nothing to me denying the relationship, but she was afraid ofMorley. I told her that he had promised not to do her any harm. She wasstill doubtful. Then Morley appeared. He had been close at hand, and heexplained that Denham was very ill. He wished to see Miss Denham andmake reparation for his wickedness. There was no time to be lost,Morley said, and he asked her to come at once. She hesitated for a time,and then went with Morley. She told me to wait till the Princess Olgacame back and tell her this."

  "Why did you not?"

  "Because Morley whispered that I was not to do so. I went away inanother direction."

  "Then why do you tell now?" asked Ware bluntly.

  "I wish to be revenged on Denham," said Dane fiercely. "He treated melike a dog, and he shall be bitten by me. Curse him!"

  Olga walked to the door. "I shall go now," she said, seeing that Danewas becoming excited and fearing a scene. "You can tell Mr. Steel andMr. Ware everything, Mark. When Denham is caught and Anne is free, youshall come to Vienna with me. My father shall take you into hisservice," and with this she held out her hand to him in a regal manner.Dane kissed it as though it had been the hand of a queen, and when shewas out of the room, turned to the two men with a shining face.

  "I am ready to tell you everything," he said.

  "And betray those who have done you a kindness," muttered Steel. "Youwould not be an Irish-American if you didn't. I know the type."

  Quite unaware of this uncomplimentary speech, Dane glanced into a nearmirror and ran his slim hand through his hair. He cast such a complacentlook at his reflection that Giles could not forbear a smile. The man wasa compound of treachery, courage, and vanity. He had some virtues andnot a few vices, and was one of those irresponsible creatures whodevelop into Anarchists. But that the Scarlet Cross Society hadattracted his talents in the direction of a kind of coast piracy, hewould without doubt have been employed in blowing up kings or publicbuildings. Giles thought with a grim smile that if Olga took thiscreature to Austria, Prince Karacsay would have some work to keep him inorder. Dane was not the man to settle to a dull, respectable existenceor to earn his bread without a little excitement. A dangerous man, andthe more dangerous from his enormous vanity and utter want of moralprinciple.

  Having made Steel promise not to arrest him, nor to make any use of hisrevelations to endanger his own liberty, Dane cheerfully proceeded tobetray those he had sworn secrecy to. Wicked as was the gang, and evilas was the purpose of its formation, Giles could not help feeling acontempt for the traitor. There should be honor amongst thieves, thoughtWare. But Dane did not believe in the proverb, and explained himselfquite complacently.

  "I met Denham--as he usually called himself many years ago in Italy--atMilan," said Dane; "he had a house there. His daughter--let us call MissAnne his daughter, although I am glad to hear she is not--lived withhim. She was then about fifteen and was at school at a convent. She andI got on very well. I adored her for her beauty and kindness of heart. Iwas starving for want of money, as my remittances had not arrived fromAmerica. Denham took me in. I made myself useful, so there was nocharity about the matter."

  "Still, he took you in," suggested Giles, "that was kind."

  "A kindness to himself," retorted Dane. "I tell you, sir, Denham wantedwhat he called a secretary and what I called a tool. He found such a onein me. I don't deny that I did all his dirty work, but I had somefeeling of gratitude because he rescued me from starvation."

  "You contradict yourself, Dane."

  "No, sir, I do not," replied the man, with true Irish obstinacy, "butI'm not here to argue about my conduct but to tell you facts."

  "Facts we wish to know," said Steel, taking out his note-book.

  "And facts I tell," cried Dane vehemently, then resumed in a calmertone. "Miss Anne was all day at school. Denham never let her know what adevil he was. He was always kind to her. She thought him a good man.Then thinking she might get to know too much, he sent her to a conventfor education and removed to Florence. There he called himself GeorgeFranklin. He told me that he expected to get money by taking that name."

  "Then he admitted that he was not George Franklin," said Giles.

  "He never admitted anything. At one time he would say that his real namewas George Franklin, at another declare he was really Alfred Denham. Buthe had so many names in the course of his career," added Dane, with ashrug, "that one more or less did not matter. Besides, he was such aliar that I never believed anything he said."

  "Not even about the Powell money?"

  "Oh, yes, I believed that. He was always swearing at some girl who stoodbetween him and the money. He mentioned her name once. I was with him inEngland at the time, and set to work to find out. I learned all aboutMiss Kent and her engagement to you, Mr. Ware."

  "And you know all about the Powell money?"

  "Yes. I got the truth out of Denham at last, but he never told MissAnne; nor did he ever mention Miss Kent's name in her presence; nor didhe ever say to me that Miss Anne was not his child. I never thought fora moment she was Franklin's daughter. And for the matter of that," addedDane carelessly, "I did not know if he was really Denham or Franklinhimself."

  "But Miss Anne knew nothing of all this?" asked Giles.

  "Absolutely nothing. After she went to the Milan convent, Denham wouldnot let her come back to him again. He was afraid lest she should learnwhat he was and wished to preserve her good opinion. She went out as agoverness, and only rarely came home."

  "And how did Denham earn his living?"

  "Oh, he invented the Scarlet Cross Society. He bought a yacht, andsteamed to England from Genoa. For years we put in at different ports,robbed houses and stowed the goods on board. Then we returned to Italyand sold them."

  "A clever dodge," murmured Steel. "So that is why the goods were nevertraced."

  "That is why," said Dane, with great coolness. "There was a Jew who tooka lot of what we brought. He sold them in the East. But it is too long astory to tell at present. Denham sometimes went to England and sometimesstopped in Florence. When he was away I stayed in his house as GeorgeFranklin."

  "I see. He wished to prove an _alibi_."

  "That's it," said Dane. "He intended to get that money sometime, andwished that when inquiries were made about George Franklin that it couldbe proved he was in Florence all the time."

  "And then when Powell did die?"

  "Denham knew as soon as possible. He had a spy in Australia, and had acablegram sent to him. Then he arranged a pretended death to get rid ofMiss Anne. He did not want her to come into his new life. He treated herwell, however, for he left her money, and intended to give her anincome when he got the money. Another man was buried in place of Denhamand he went to England, where he reappeared as George Franklin to claimthe money."

  "As Wilson, you mean, to kill the girl who stood between him and thefortune," said Steel, raising his eyes.

  Dane shook his head. "I know nothing of that," he said. "From the dayDenham left Florence my association with him has severed. I saw MissAnne, told her about the death of her father, and then went to America.Denham did not pay me my annuity, and I came back to be revenged. I sawhim, but he denies having killed the girl. He says he does not know whocommitted the murder. I have been earning my bread as I best can,waiting for revenge."

  "But you had only to threaten to make all this public to make Denhamgive you what you wished."

  "No." Dane looked uneasy. "The fact is he and some one else have a holdover me. I need not tell you what it is, but I had to be silent."

  "But now that you speak he has still the hold."

 
"Yes. But I intend to ruin myself in order to ruin him," cried Danefiercely, and rose to his feet. "Well, gentlemen, that is all I can tellyou at present. I shall go."

  To Giles' surprise, Steel made no objection. "You'll come and see meagain?" he said, opening the door for Dane.

  "Assuredly," replied that young gentleman, and departed.

  Giles looked amazed at this permission to depart being given by thedetective. "I should have thought it would be to your interest to keepDane here," he said. "He has not told us everything yet."

  "No," replied Steel, closing his book with a snap, "there is one veryinteresting detail he has not told us. But the next time we meet I'llget it out of him. Here," he touched the book, "there is enough to go onwith. I'll go down to the Priory and see the sick Mr. Denham."

  "I'll come also and see Anne," said Giles eagerly. "But Dane?"

  "He's all right. I have a couple of men waiting outside. He will befollowed everywhere. I'll be able to lay hands on him whenever I like.Also I wish to see where he goes. He knows the various hiding-places ofthis gang, and I want him to be tracked to one of them."

  "H'm! Don't you believe his story?"

  "Not altogether. He evidently hates Denham with all the virulent hatredof a malicious character. He's a devil, that man Dane. I should not liketo incur his enmity. However, we'll make use of him, and then thePrincess can take him to Vienna to make trouble there, as he assuredlywill."

  "What is the especial detail you want to learn?"

  "I wish him to explain how he killed Daisy Kent."

  "He! Dane! Do you mean to say----?"

  "I mean to say that Dane is the murderer," said Steel triumphantly."That is the reason Denham and this other person (whoever he may be)have a hold over him. If he ruins Denham, he does so at the cost ofbeing hanged."