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CHAPTER IX
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“That’s a lie.” said Tiny. “You
bring liim down here, Inspector and
ask him what’s behind
door over there.”
“I’m going to explore
said the other.
He signalled to oine of
fetch the Italian.
“Now, Giuseppi,” he demandea
curtly, as the proprietor appeared,
“we’re going to have a little further
explanation. Where does that door
lead to?”
“To my private room,” wailed the
word, sare
zat zere is
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burned.”
Inspector,
that there is anything more to be
done here; It’s been a magnificent
round up.”
“Except for one big fish,” answer
ed Standish a little bitterly.
“We’ll get him, sir. With those
blue eyes of his it’s only a question
of time.”
“And that's the one thing we can’t
afford at the moment, said
other. “However, as you say
been very successful as far as it
Go through all those books
papers, will you and let me
anything you may find.”
“I will, sir. Good night,
night, your ladyship/’
The four of them -were standing
on the pavement outside the en
trance to the club. Giuseppi, still
protesting volubly, and the youth
from Number 11, had both been re
moved to the police station: the
street was empty save for one belat
ed taxi, which Standish inspected
carefully before entering.
“I’m taking no risks this
he remarked, after giving
Mary’s address to the driver,
vier must be mad as a civet cat with
you and me, Tiny, We completely
smashed his organization here in
England, to say nothing of collaring
thousands of pounds’ worth of dope.
“I wonder it that little sweep
Giuseppi is really as ignorant of
things as he pretended to be,” said
Tiny.
“Of course he wasn’t
that fact that those two
been run in conjunction
the
it’s
goes
and
know
Good
trip,”
Lady
“Za-
is this?” saia
over the paper
he proceeded tc
over them. Again and qgain his
had returned to the basket with a
thoughtful look in them, as if he
felt some clue lay there. And yet
what could it be? That Giuseppi
had lied over the dressing-gown was
obvious, but beyond that it did not
seem to advance them much.
In a way it was Mar he felt most
sorry for. She had done so much—
striven so hard, and though she haa
said very little, he know how bitter
ly she had felt the disappointment
What a darling she was! He rose
and began to pace up and down the
room. Once or twice the previous
day words had been trembling on the
tip of his tongue—words he had bit
ten back. Instinctively he had felt
that until this matter was settled
one way or the other she would re.
sent anything at all personal. Af
terwards it would be different, and
somehow he felt distinctly hopeful
There had been a moment in the
taxi coining home, and another at
supper before the raid, when he
thought he had- read the unmistak
able message in her eyes. But fOT
the time being all that must be In
abeyance: to get on with the job
was the order of the day.
At last he heard Murdoch
about, and ringing the bell
dered some breakfast, He
exercise: for the past week he seem
ed to have been permanently sitting
in trains. And a brisk four miles
finishing up with a bathe at the R.
A. C. made life seem distinctly bet
ter.
It was still some time before he
i was to meet Standish at the Home
Office, and going into the smoking
room he glanced over the morning
papers “The Hampstead Mystery” at
it was called, occupied a prominent
place in them all, and he picked up
the Daily Leader.
“There is no doubt,” ran the para
graph, “that Mr. Felton Blake was
rage was
more dan-
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unless I’m
moving
he or-
wanted
ignorant or
places have
for
he
months
wasn’t
said he
I tried
other. “I give you my
ze word of an Italian,
nod dings there,”
“I’d sooner have the
you,” laughed the Inspector. “Come
on, Giuseppi,” he added sternly.
“Get a move on. If you don’t ope*
that door at once I’ll break it down.’
Protesting volubly the little man
produced a bunch of keys and led
the way across the room, with the
others behind him. And after much
fumbling he at length got the door
open. It was a small plainly fur
nished room. Against one
stood an ordinary roll top desk: for
the rest a couple of easy chairs com
pleted the contents, excepts for some
overcoats which hung on pegs from
the wall. And Tiny, happening to
glance at Giuseppi, saw that it was'
at these he was staring.
“What the devil
Standish suddenly.
He was bending
basket, from which
pull out a number of pieces of torn But I’m not at all sure
brown cloth. Some of them haa speaking the truth when he
been ruthlessly slashed with scissors knew nothing about Zavier.
others had been ripped by hand. And him suddenly with the name, as you
‘ " 'heard, and though I watched him
closely I believe, his ignorance was
genuine. It’s a damned interesting
business, and if it wasn’t for the,
other affair I should be loving life.1
“It’s that that is worrying me sc
in a corner of the room was another
heap of similiar fragments.
They all stared at the Italian, -who
shrugged his shoulders deprecating-
ly.
“(Signors,” he said, “it is an old; — ---- -------- .... __
dressing gown of mine. There, are J frightfully,” said the girl. “We don’t . £irst stabbed by the young man who
times, you understand, when I ta«.e f seem to be any better off there.” i T"as ^ou.n^ dead by the saife, ~ The
off ze cat and ze waistcoat ...”
“Why have you ripped it to pieces? ’ ( house.
said Standish curtly.
“It is old, sare.
ternoon suddenly he annoy me.
like not his colour.
off: I tear him up.”
“You’re a pretty bad liar, my laa,
said Standish.
admit I can’t quite spot where it
comes into the general scheme. How
ever, that may come later. Where is
the communicating doo-r, Giuseppi?”
“Zere is no such ting, sare,” he’
protested. “Zat is all brick wall be-1
hind.”
“Get out of the light,” snapped the with him—Berendosi and the rest of
Inspector, and pushing the Italian tc them-
nne side he proceeded to make a | jie jS a cold-blooded murderer,
minute inspection. And at last he ' '
gave a cry of triumph.
“Here we are, Mr. Standish. You
can see the crack in the woodwork
Now, see here, Gieuseppi—we've
wasted enough time already,
that open and do it at once,
well, if you don’t—I’ll send
pick-axe.
“Wait a moment, Inspector,” saia
Standish. “Here is a small key
hole.”
It was barely visible in the pattern
of the wood; anyone not looking for
it would never have found it.
“And here’s the key that fits it,’
remarked the Inspector quietly, as
he examined Giuseppi’s bunch.
“Do you still pretend
nothing about it?”
He inserted it in the
gave a heave with his
Without a sound a part of the wall
swung outwards, revealing a pass
age on t'he other side.
“Who’s there?” came a stern voice
and into the light there stepped a
police sergeant in uniform, who sal
uted as soon as he saw the Inspect
or.
“Number 11 Gregory Street,” said
Standish. “And what is that
on the floor?”
He bent and picked up a
brown cord with a tassel at
end.
“This would seem to belong to
your’’ dressfing-gown, Gieseppi.”1 he
said quietly. “One wonders why it
should be this side of the door.”
CHAPTER X
“Well, sir,” said the Inspector
half an hour later, “I don’t know
this than
the rum-
dead?”
It was incon-
nightmare; he’d
find he’d been
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know all about them at the Yard
and if Mr. Standish was right, and
it’s that man that gives up the slip
who is at the bottom of them, it’s he
who was responsible for this. We
know that poison acts suddenly at
the last moment, and I believe that
as he died he, as you said, clutched
■ at the table, pulled off the cloth as
he fell, and upset the lamp. But he
was dead before he was
“I believe you are right,
said Tiny slowly,
Cold, over-mastering
getting hold of him, the
gerous because 'he iVas a man slow to
anger. First Denver: then Ronald
his greatest friend.
“By the .living God above,” he
went on quietly, “I’ll get even with
the fiend who did this thing. If it's
Zavier, then Zavier shall pay to the
uttermost farthing, If it’s someone
else, I’ll get him if it
years.”
The Inspector shook
gravely.
“Be careful, sir. For
much mistaken, you are next on the
list.”
“So much the better,” said Tiny
his jaw set like a steel trap. “And
even I swing for it, Inspector, I’ll
kill the man
his screams
other end of
He turned
and left the
crowd outside he passed as if they
were non-existent, and hailed' a taxi
He would
would put
after that.
“I must
monds.
in bed.
and come down to the boudoir.’
Something in his face precluded
further argument,
went off to
And a few
downstairs.
“What is
iously. “What happened?”
“They’ve got Ronald,” he said
grimly. “Murdered him last night
after he got back to his rooms.”
Slowly the colour ebbed from her
face, as she stared at him speech
lessly.
“I’ve just been round-there, and
seen the dear <vold chap’s body,” he
went on in the same ominous tone.
She listened in silence while he
told her what happened: then she
went up to him and put her hands on
his shoulders.
“I’m dreadfully sorry,” she said
gravely. “Sorry for him, and'sorry
for you too, old Tiny, for I know
what pals you were. But it’s not
going to alter our plans, it is?”
“How do you mean, Mary?” he
said.
“I mean that we—you and I—gc
on just the same.” she cried. “We
won’t give up hope till the end.”
“You bet your life we won’t,” he
answered savagely. “There are sev
eral items now on Mister Zavier’s
account which have got to be settled
But there one thing I’d like to say
Mary dear,”
He hesitated a moment, and she
didn’t hurry him: only looked stead
ily into his eyes.
“I’m under no delusions,” he went
on quietly, “as to my capabilities
I’m a pretty average damned fool
and if this swine can catch a man
like Ronald napping, the chances are
that he will catch me as well.”
Her hands tightened on his shoul
ders, but she still said nothing.
“I hadn’t meant to say anthing at
present,” he continued, “but this
altered things. You see, dear,
Ronald said last night after we
you, he and I were hound to be
object of
now that
turn next,
again I’d
said t'he other day wasn’t a jest. I
meant it with every fibre of my be
ing. I love you.”
“Same here, Tiny,” she answered
quietly. “In fadt I’ve done so for a
considerable time,” she added with
a little laugh.
“Mary, my dear.”
His arms went around her, and for
a moment or two she let him hold
her with her lips on his. Then very
gently she pushed‘him away.
“For we’d never look each other
straight in the face again,” she said
“if we didn’t do 'our damndest to
peat this brute. So this is danger
ous, old man__too dangerous alto
gether. If makes one want to ease
up.”
“My dear,” 'he said, “believe
there was no thought of that in
mind.”
“There was in mine, Tiny.
who did this, so that
will be heard at the
London.”
on his heel abruptly
room. Through the
see Mary first, then he
his affairs in order. And
see her ladyship, Sim-
I can’t help it if she is still
Ask her to put on a wrap
., and the butler
find Lady Mary’s maid
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The Inspector looked at him queer-
iy.
“There’s a bit more in
meets the eye, sir. It’s
miest fire I’ve ever seen.”
“Damn the fire. Is he
“Yes, sir; he’s dead, I’m sorry tc
say. Do you want to see him? It’s
n,ot a pretty sight.”
He followed the officer dazedly:
the thing was so utterly unexpected
that he felt stunned,
ceivable, a fantastic
wake up soon, and
dreaming.
“There, sir.” The
ed the door from which Ronald and
he had started for their expedition
to Felton Blake, an it was a moment
or two before he could force himself
to enter. The smell of smouldering
wood was heavy in the air: the
charred and blackened desk, drip
ping water from the fire engine, was
still smoking. But it was not on
that his eyes were riveted: it was
on the twisted figure lying by the
hearth-rug. The knees
up almost to the chin,
blistered hand there lay 1
of the cloth which had
little table standing by
chair
ing lamp had always stood.,
been a fad of Ronald’s—an oil lamp
to read by, and now it
to pieces on the floor
body.
Here too everything
wet: the rug, the chair,
self had all come under the hose, and
at last with an effort he took a few
steps forward and looked at the
face. It was burned beyond recog
nition: a gruesome, terrible sight.
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and by one
the remnant
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' an arm-
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The taxi stopped outside her fingerprints on the handle of the
j dagger proves this conclusively. So
' that over his death there is no mys
tery. The strange part of the affair
is the death of the murderer, who is
at present unidentifed. What hap
pened in that room while the owner
of the house lay dead on the floor?
, The safe
' ed to the
all, who
footprint
the window, a footprint which could
not have been made
dead man?”
He lay down the
arette. Precisely:
pened to him? It
they all wanted answered. And then
his thoughts turned to .Standish’s
theory. Could it be correct, could
it be that Joe Denver’s death was an
error, and unintentional? If so
what was this diabolical contrivance
they were up against that murdered
blindly?
It seemed almost incredible, and
yet he was forced to admit that there
was some force in Standish’s argu
ment., Once granted the negative
had first been removed, why kill
Denver? What possible object could
it serve? No one but a madman
murders needlessly.
At length he rose: he would gc
round and see Ronald. Then they
could go together to meet Gillson
The more he thought over things the
more hopelessly befogged did he
feel: sitting still was an impossibil
ity. He walked quickly, hardly no
ticing the greetings of two or three
men he knew who passed him. And
it was not until he turned into the
street where Standislf. lived that he
paused, his eyes narrowed, a sudden
dreadful presentiment clutching at
him. For outside his friend’s house
a crowd had gathered, and two po
licemen were standing in the door.
He elbowed his way through tne
people, heedless of angry remarks
and approached one of the con
stables.
“What has happened?” he said “1
was just coming around to see the
gentleman who lives here.”
“Well, sir,” answerd the man
gravely, “I’m afraid you won’t be
able to. He’s dead: burned tc
death.”
“What!” shouted Tiny. “Good
God! man, it’s impossible. Why, J
only left three hours ago.”
“Sotry, sir, but it’s the truth. Fire
engine’s been gone some time.’"
“Can I go in?” said Tiny dazedly,
“No admittance, sir, u'nless the
Inspector gives permission,” said the
constable firmly.
“Where is the Inspector? Ah’,
there he is.”
It was the same officer who had
raided the Fifty-Nine, and the in
stant he saw Tiny lie beckoned him
in.
“'this Is a bad business, sir,” he
said gravely.
“But it’s unbelievable,” cried Tiny
“Mr. Standish—-burned to death.”
I “Cheer up, Lady Mary,” he cried
Besides zis af- “We haven’t lost yet by a long calk
I But his face was grave and pre-
I snatch him occupied as they drove back to Tiny’s
I rooms.
“What do you think his next move
“Though I frankly will be, Ronald?” |
He will either try and leave the
once, or he’l have a dip
My own opinion is
You and I are the only
who have seen him, and
Al).
((
country at
at you and
~ | the latter.
two people
who know him for what he is.
the other people who have dealings
Get
Very
for a
you know
lock, ana
shoulder
I see
long
each
me.
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by either of the
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he is out of the country it will be
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that is why I think he will probably
try to do us before he goes. He’s
desperate, and he’ll run a big risk
to get us out of the
love of Allah, old
eyes skinned.”
“I’ll do that, all
cursd negative I’m
“I agree. But the
march together. If he gets us good
bye to any chance of ever seeing it.’
The taxi pulled up, and Tiny got
out. He cast a searching ook up and
down the street: as far as he could
see there wasn’t a soul in sight.
“Good night, old lad,” said Stand
ish. “Inspect your room with a
microscope: sleep with your window
shut: and meet me at Gillson’s 'of
fice at eleven to-morrow. We may
hear something more about to
night’s raid.”
But though Tiny undressed he
could not sleep. It was already
dawn: his thoughts kept whirling
chaotically. Round and round in a
vicious circle they went, always fin
ishing up with the negative. Had it
all been in vain? Was this swine
Zavier going to do them after all?
He went over the events of the
night once more. Surely somewhere
amongst the mass of papers they had
obtained, they would find something
which would put them on his trail
And then those bits of torn cloth
He had noticed that Ronald Stand
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way.
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‘‘My God! Inspector,”
ed, ‘‘it’s aw.ful. When
pen?”
‘‘Early this morning,
the other.
‘‘We went back with
and then he dropped me
came on here.”
‘‘That would be about it, sir.
was dawn when the man on duty
his beat, saw smoke coming out
the window. He rang up the station
at once, and they no difficulty In
putting it out. Apparently the oi?
was concentrated in a pool by his
head, and was already nearly burn
ed out. Then in the ordinary course
of events the Yard was notified. Now
I was still working on t'he papers
we got to-night, but as soon as 1
heard where the fire was I made a
point of
you see,
nizable.
wearing:
pin he had on last
“Moreover,” said
sir.”
Lady
off,
hap-
Said
Mary
and z
It
on
of
coming round myself. As
the features are unrecog-
But that’s
and that's and tie-
stooping
of his
the suit he was
the tie
night.”
Tiny,
down and looking at one
hands, “that is his signet ring.”
“It’s Mr. Standish, sir, right
enough,” went on the other gravely
“But it’s a mighty queer thing. I’d
very much like to know what hap- i
pened. The doctor suggests that hej
tried to beat out the flames with his j
hands: but it won’t do, sir—it does
not hold together.”
Why do yau say that, Inspector?”
said Tiny slowly.
“Try and reconstruct it, sir, and
you’ll see for yourself, Mr. Standish
wasn’t an invalid, or a cripple. He
wasn’t a man who suffered from
heart trouble or fainting fits. There
is that cloth by his- hand, so it’s
clear that it was pulling it off the
table that upset the lamp. But why
should he pull the cloth off the
table?”
“He might have fainted,’’ suggest
ed Tiny, “and clutched at the table
to save himself.”
“Even then, sir, a faint
That”—he pointed to the
face—“ didn’t take place
ute, nor yet in two. Do
to tell me, that the agony
must have been caused by a burn
like that wouldn’t have brought him
to. And then he wouldn’t fl
gone on lying there, He’d 1
dashed about the room: he’d 1
shouted, put his coat over his 1
»—done something, at any rate,”
“What do you suggest, then?” said
Tiny.
“He was dead before he fell,
It’S another Of the same cases.
Is a faint
blackened
in a min-
you mean
which
have
have
have
head
Sir
We
has
as
left
the
Zavier’s attentions, and
he has been got it’s my
And in case he succeeds
like you to know what I
me
my
De
you suppose, dear man, that I don’t
realize the danger you are. running.
And the mere thought of it makes
me sick. So I want’ you to realize
that I’m in it with you. Two heads
are better than one, and it’s more
t'han likely I can help.”
He looked at her doubtfully.
“I don’t like it dear,” he said
slowly. “It’s ah infernal risk.”
“Dry up,” she laughed. “I don’t
know that I’ll be able to do anything
but I’m going to have a Shot ftt it.
Now first of all let’s try and see ex
actly where we stand.”
“Not much difficulty
dear,” he said shortly,
after me, and I’m after
if I was making a book I know which
of the two would start favorite. The
devil of it is that as far as I can see
it’s a question of sifting down and
about that
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