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SYNOPSIS
Tiny Carteret was a free easy going
young man extremely popular
with both men and women and
and -with his income of five thous
and a year enabled him to live in
an up-todate apartment in the city
of London. He received a letter
one morning from a friend, Ron
ald Standish, which bore a post
mark Grand Hotel, at Territet,
on the Lake of Geneva. Standish
appealed to him to meet him at
once as he needed someone who
had steady nerve, could use a re
volver and could use their fists
if necessary. Gillson from the
Home Office calls Tiny and he
goes there before leaving. Here he
is instructed by Gillson to appear
at a certain restaurant in Paris
and after receiving instructions
there to proceed to Switzerland,
Just as Tiny was about to leave
word came that Jebson, a mem
ber of the force had been mur
dered, he being the fourth officer
to be done away with in the same
manner. Dexter came in and des
cribed the facts. Tiny finds that
his friend Lady Mary is connected
with the case. Lady Mary and
Felton Blake are working to
gether. Tiny calls on Mary but
gets no satisfaction from the in
terview
CHAPTER III
Tiny weighed his words carefully.
“I believe that your conjecture is
right. I believe that the lady is act
ing for someone whose name T won’t
mention. But it’s only belief: I
haven’t a vestige of proof.”
“I see. Well, my dear fellow we
’re moving in deep waters; and un
less I’m much mistaken you shortly
will be moving into deeper ones.
Good night and good luck to you.”
Tiny replaced the receiver, and
went back to the smoking-room. A
bunch of members hailed him as he
came in, but he was in no mood for
club back-chat. He wanted to get
things straightened out in his mind
so making many excuses ne went in
to the coffee-room and ordered din
ner. And during his solitary meal
he attempted the straightening pro
cess, though it would be idle to pre
tend to go very far with it.
The whole affair was such a com
plete upheavel, and such and ex
tremely rapid one. In the course of
twelve hours he had been transport
ed from the even tenor of his ways
and landed on the centre of an at
mosphere of murder and blackmail
And one of his companions was Mary
That was the most, staggering part
of {he whole business: Mary mixed
up with such a bunch! It seemed
incredible: almost as incredible as
it would have seemed to him this
morning if someone nad told him he
was going to propose to her.
There was no doubt about it: he
had done so. And now he tried to
think how he would be feeling if she
hadn’t turned him down. To depart
from the habits of a lifetime and
propose to a girl was clear proof of
what an upheaval had taken place
And yet he wasn’t at all 'certain that
he had wanted to be turned down.
Mary was unquestionably a darling
and that kiss she had given him. .
“Give me my bill,” he said sav
agely: the thought of Mary alone in
a private room with any man, let
alone Felton Blake, had suddenly
become unspeakable.
“’ll write her,” he reflected, as
he strolled back to his rooms. “Write
her to-night and tell her I meant it
That it wasn’t a spasm induced by
a desire to help her.”
And because he was very busy
with his thoughts, he failed to no
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and who vanished rapidly as he en
tered. Nor could he possibly have
known that shortly afterwards the
man expended the sum of twopence
on a telephone call to Hampstead.
He sat down at his desk and pull
ed a sheet of paper towards him.
From the next room came the sound
of Murdoch finishing his packing
and for awhile he remained motion
less gnawing the end of his pen
holder. Then he began to write.
Mary Dear:
Ever since I saw you this after
noon I’ve been feeling distracted
I know you’re in trouble; I know I
could help you if only you would let'
me. You pulled my leg about pro
posing to you, but believe me, Mary
I meant it. I know I’m every sort
and condition of an »ss, "while you’re
just—Mary. No need to say more
It think I’ve always loved you dear:
but it was seeing you up against it
to-day that made me cough up.
However, let all that be for the
time. Can’t I do anything to help?
Please let me. You can tell me as
much or as little as you like: I’ll go
into it blind if it’s for you. his let
ter should arrive first post to-mor-.>
row and if you telephone me on it’s
receipt I’ll cancel all my arrange
ments with regard to Switzerland
Or a letter to the Ouchy Palace
Hotel at Lausanne will bring me
back at once. One can get through
in a day, and if necessary I can al
ways fly.
Mary dear, I beg of you to think
very deeply. Are you being wise to
tackle this business—■whatever it is
—alone? Can’t I help you? I know
I’m repeating myself, but, my dear,
I do feel so terribly strongly about
, it. We’ve played a lot together in tihe
past Mary: we’ve always been dam
ned .good pals. And if you can’t turn
to a pal when you’re up against it
it’s a pretty hopeless state of affairs
Yours ever, my dear ona, I
TINY.
He re-read it: then slipped it into
an envelope and stamped it. |
“Murdoch,” he called out, ‘take
this out and post it at once.”
“Very good, sir: ana the packing
is practically finished.” ,
The man withdrew, and Tiny
flung himself into a chair and lit a
cigarette. Would the letter have
ahy effect, or would she still go on
playing the hand alone? And even
as he asked himself the question
there came the faint purring of an
engine through the open window. He
rose idly, and crossing the room look
ed out. Drawn up by rhe kerb was
a yellow Rolls limousine with an
aluminium bonnet.
“Well. I’m damned,” he muttered.
“Things move.”
The door opened behind him and
he swung round. Standing in the
entrance was Felton Blake.
For a moment or two they eyed
one another in silence: then Tiny
spoke.
“May I ask who you are, and what
you are doing here?”
"I think you already know who I
am, Mr. Carteret,” answered the
other. “But to prevent any possib
ility of error I will introduce myself.
My name is Blake.”
“How did you get in?” said Tiny
curtly.
“I walked through a door which
your ’man had considerably left open.
“Then would you be good enough
to walk out again, and pretty damn
ed quick at that.”
Felton Blake put his hat and
gloves on a chair.
“You disappoint me, Mr. Carter
et,” he said suavely. “I thought
you were sufficiently a man of the
world not to adopt such a foolish
attitude. It can lead us nowhere,
and I have come round here express-
teret—I am going to put my cards
on the table.”
“How many of them?” said Tiny
with a short laugh.
“All that I can,” answered the
other, I can hazard a pretty shrewd
guess as to its source. That, however
is neither here nor there. To be brief
then, I am not acting, as you seem
to suppose, against Lady Mary: I am
acting on her behalf. I too have
sources of information at my dispos
al, and it so happens that I am in a
position where I may be able to
render tier a considerable service.
But in-order to do so it is essential
that she and I may be able to be left
—if I may put it that way—alone.
Come, Mr. Carteret—I’m going to
ask you a straight question. Your
information came from colonel Gill
son didn’t it?”
“I refuse to say who is came from,’
said Tiny.
‘And he sent you round to Lady
Mary to find out what you could?”
“You seem to have everything cut
and dried,” remarked Tiny.
“Now I solemnly warn you and him
as well that any outside interference
at the moment may prove fatal. I
speak in all earnestness. I am,
believe me, on your side, and I there
fore beg of you to remember what I
say. If you don’t the consequences
will be on your head—apd on Lady
Mary’s.”
Tiny stared at him thoughtfully:
on the face of it the man was sin
cere. And yet . . .
“Touching the little matter of the
waiter who was murdered,” he re
marked.
“I can assure you, Mr. Cateret,
that I have never been more sur
prised in my life than when Lady
Mary told me about it.” He gave a!
short laugh. “I hope in addition to
being a blackmailer. I am riot sus-i
pected of that. Because, unfortun-j
ately for your kindly suggestion, I
have a perfect alibi.” |
“When did Lady Mary tell you I;
had been to see her?”
“She rang me up as soon as you
left: you had alarmed her so much.
Hence my visit to you to-night. Mr.j
Carteret—I beg of you be guided by
me in this matter. The issues are al
together too serious.”
He rose, and glancing through the
open door into Tiny’s bedroom he
saw the half-packed suitcases. I
“You’re going out of Town?” he,
asked.
“Didn’t Lady Mary tell you that
also?” said Tiny .sarcastically.
“No, returned the other. Her
mind was too much occupied with
other things.” ,
“Yes, Mr. Blake: I’m going out of
Town. I’m going for a walking tour
■—in Bessonia.”
Just for an instant Felton Blake
stood aS if carved out of stone. Then
he spoke.
“Bessonia,” he said. “A most in
teresting country. I trust you will
have a good time. Good night, Mr.
Carteret: I have enjoyed your chat
greatly.”
He went down the stains and
crossed the pavement to his car. He,
had given his chauffeur the night
off, and now he felt rather relieved
that he had done so. For Felton •
Blake was one of those men who
could concentrate better when quite
alone. Why on earth had Lary Mary
said nothing about this trip to Bess
onia? And was there any special
significance in it? For Gillson’s
knowledge of all sorts and condi
tions of things he had the most pro
found respect, and his reason for
sending Carteret round to see her
was clear in view of the friendship
between them. But surely if . he sus-
pected anything he would not send
an untried man like that to Bessonia
Anyway, what could he do? What
could anyone do? The thing- was
fool-proof as far as he could see:
moreover it was within the law.
Felton Blake smiled gently to him
self. The soft purr of the engine
Sodthed him With Its hundred per
cent, efficiency-— he liked efficiency
because It engendered success and
success was his god, The mC^ns by
Which it was attained mattered
nothing: the fact that at the moment
he whs engaged in driving one of
the most infamous bargains a man
can drive troubled him not at all.
The Ohly thing that concerned him
ly to have a talk with you.”
“I have not the slightest wish to
talk to you in any place or at any
time said Tiny icily.
“I can’t say from the standard of
your conversation,” answered Blake,
“that I have much desire to talk to
you either. But sometimes these
boring entertainments necome re
grettable necessities.”
Tiny mastered his anger, which
was rapidly rising, it occurred to him
that u to date he had not shone in
the interview.
“It would be interesting to know
what possible necessity there can be
for a conversation between you and
me,” he remarked.
“That sounds a little better,” said
Blake. “And since this isn’t a stage
melodrama—shall we sit down?”
“As you like. There is a chair.
I prefer to stand.”
“Now, Mr. Carteret—I must ask
you for an explanation. You called
on Lady Mary Ridgeway this after
noon, did you not?”
Once again Tiny began to see red.
“Give you an explanation,” he
cried. “Why the devil should I.”
“Assuredly there is no reason at
all,” said the other sauvely, “if you
had confined yourself to calling. But
It becomes a different matter when
during your call, you slander me. I
understand that you alluded to me
as a notorious blackmailer.”
Tiny stood very still: that Mary
would pass on his remarks to Blake'
was a development he had not an
ticipated.
“I am waiting, Mr. Carteret, for
an explanation—and an apology.”
And suddenly it dawned on Tiny
that the position was undeniably
awkward. The man confronting
him, as Gillson had said, might have
been a successful lawyer: certainly
he looked the acme of respectability.
“You have proof, of course, of
your astounding statement,” contin
ued Blake.
Which was exactly what Tiny had
not got.
“You seem very silent, Mr. Carter
et. Come, sir, I insist on an explan
ation.”
“No explanation Is necessary for
speaking the truth,” saic Tiny, light
ing a cigarette.
“So you adhere to it,” remarked
the other softly. “And your proof?’
‘Is there any good in prolonging
this discussion, Mr. Blake,” answer
ed Tiny. “It bores me excessively.
Of proof in the accepted sense of the
word I have none. Nevertheless I
repeat my assertion: you are a no
torious blackmailer. And there is
the door.”
“Not quite so fast my young
friend,” snarled the other. “Have
you ever heard of the law of libel?”
“Cut it out, you poor fish,” laugh
ed Tiny. “As a bluff that is un
worthy of a child of ten. You go in
to a law court to defend your liy-
white character! I think not, Mr.
Blake—somehow. Besides, where is
your own proof? Even you would
hardly ask Lady Mary to go into the
witness-box, I presume.”
For -a moment Blake was silent:
in a sudden fit of rage lie had put
up a bluff, and no one knew better
than he that the bluff had been call
ed successfully. Some other line
would have to be adopted with thia
Very direct young man.
“Mr. Carteret,” he said, “you are
perfectly right. Nothing, of course.
Would induce me to ask Lady Mary
to do such a thing. At the same time
I think you will agree that it is a
little disconcerting, when I am doing
my best to help her over some ex
tremely ticklish negotiations, for me
to be libelled in such a way.”
“Leaving out the question of libel
for the moment, Mr. Blake, may I
ask the nature of these negotiations?
“I regret that I am not at liberty
to pass that on,” answered Blake.
“Leaving that out too then for a
moment, I would be greatly obliged
if You would tell me why it is neces
sary to take her to such an impds-
poslble place as a private room at
the Fifty-Nine Club?”
Felton Blake eyed him narrowly.
“Your information is good Mr.
Carteret.”
“Damn my information,” cried
Tiny angrily, “What I want to
know is how you dare compromise a
girl In her position by doing such a
thing.”
Blake raised his eyebrows,
“Dare! Rather a strong word. You
don’t suppose, do you, that I drag
ged there against her will? Nor cam
you really suppose that with her
knowledge of the world she didn’t
know what she was doing.”
“I refuse to believe that she went
there willingly,” said Tiny doggedly.
“Did she tell you so?” asked
Blake quietly^
“No: I see she didn’t. Mr. Car-
was whether he had bluffed Tiny
Carteret sufficiently,
There was no doubt that his inter
view with Lady Mary had caused
him a distinct shock. Even he had
not suspected that the information
on the other side was as good as
evidently it was. Ana one point
struck him as being so important
that it would have to be cleared up.
Was it he personally who was being
watched—or was it the Fifty-Nine
Club? And since so far as he knew
there was no reason yny he should
be honoured with such an attention
it rather pointed to the latter as be
ing correct. Which was annoying:
distinctly annoying. Almost as- an
noying as this extraoreinary murder
of the waiter. For one of the few
truthful remarks he made in his in
terview with Carteret had been
when they talked about it.
He had been absolutely amazed
When Lady Mary had told him about
it. At first, in fact, he had refused
to believe it —had assured her that
she must be mistaken. And then
when she had still persisted he could
only come to the conclusion that it
was an extraordinary coincidence.
Unless. . .
He frowned slightly: the train of
thought .suggested by that word did
not please him. For if it was not a
coincidence, it could only mean one
thing—the presence in England of
the last man he wanted to see at
the moment. And even then it was
hard to understand. Why should he
have murdered an inoffensive wait-
ter?
He ran the car iyto iiis garage:
then he let himself into his house.
And the first thing tie saw was a
black Holmburg hat lying on the
hall table. For a moment he stood
very still: that hat was the answer
to the question. ,His “unless” had
been justified.
He opened the door of his study
and went in. Seated in an easy chair
smoking a cigarette, was a peculiar
looking individual. At first sight he
appeared to be a man of f-orty, .but
on closer inspection he might have
bedn considerably more. He had a
high domed forehead rendered "the
more noticable because of his absol
ute lack of hair, and from beneath
it there stared two unwinking blue
eyes. And to complete ’the picture
on his shoulder there sat a small
monkey which chatterec angrily on
Blake’s entrance.
“Good evening, Xavier,” said Blake
“This is an unexpected pleasure.."
“Be quiet, Susan,” said the other
in a curiously^ gentle voice. “Don’t
you know our friend Fe’lton by now?
He turned to Blake. “So you are sur
prised at seeing me?”
“I thought you were still at head
quarters,” remarked Blake. “What
brings you over here?”
“A desire to see fou my dear
fellow, asnongst other things. All
goes well?”
“Very., well. Though i am bound
to confess, Zavier, that* the intelli
gence of our English police has been
sadly underrated. They know too
much.”
“And to-day they would have
known considerably more save for
my presence. You’re a damned fool
Blake—and I have little use for
damend fools. All I c«n say is—
that I trust you stop short at fool
ishness. Otherwise. . .’
“What do you mean?” Blake’s
lips were strangely dry.
“Is it conceivable,” said the other
and his voice was softer than ever,
“that you did not realize that your
waiter of last night was a police
spy?”
“Good God,” muttered Blake “So
it was you, then?”
‘Who removed him? Oh! yes—it
was I who did that.”
“But why?” stammered Blake.
‘What wa.s the object?”
“It was nothing to do, I assure
you, with your conversation with the
young lady. There were bne or two
indiscretions, but nothing sufficient
to warrant such a drastic step as
that.”
“What do you mean?” said Blake
slowly. “What do you know of my
converastlon with Lady Mary?’
“My dear fellow, I listened with
interest to every word.” Zavier smil
ed faintly. “Charming? Charming!
But I fear your suit does not pro
gress as rapidly as you wish.”
At last Blake found his voice.
“You listened,” he shouted angri
ly. “YOU cursed spy. Where did you
listen from?”
“You are exciting Susan again,”
remarked the other gently. “I must
really beg of you to control your
self.”
He pacified the excited little ani
mal, while Blake with a great effort
pulled himself together.
(Continued hext week.)
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