The Under Secretary Part 24

Dudley Chisholm breathed more freely, but beneath that cold, keen gaze of the man of secrets his eyes wavered. Nevertheless, the fact that Cator was still in ignorance of the truth rea.s.sured him, and in an instant he regained his self-possession.

"Curious that I should be mentioned in the same breath, as it were, with a man whom I know so very slightly--very curious," he observed, as though reflecting.

"It was because of this that I have sought you here to-night," the confidential agent explained. "I must find this man Lennox, for he alone can throw some light upon the strange hints contained in two of the letters. Then, as soon as we know the truth, the chief will act swiftly and fearlessly to expose and overthrow the dastardly plot.

Until all the facts are quite plain it is impossible to move, for in this affair the game of bluff will avail nothing. We must be absolutely certain of our ground before making any attack. Then the whole of Europe will stand aghast, and England will awake one morning to discover how she has been within an ace of disaster."

"But tell me more of this mention of myself in the confidential correspondence of our enemies," Dudley urged. "What you have told me has aroused my curiosity."

"I have told you all that there is to tell at this stage," Cator replied. "It is most unfortunate that you can give me absolutely no information regarding this man; but I suppose I must seek for it elsewhere. He must be found and questioned, for the allegations are extremely grave, and the situation the most critical I have known in all my diplomatic career."

"What are the allegations? I thought I understood you that there were only vague hints?" exclaimed Chisholm in suspicion.

"In some letters the hints are vague, but in one there is a distinct and serious charge."

"Of what?"

"Of a certain matter which, together with the name of the Ministry from which the doc.u.ment was secured, must remain for the present a secret."

"If the crisis is so very serious I think I, as Parliamentary Under-Secretary, have a right to know," protested Dudley.

"No. I much regret my inability to reply to your questions, Mr.

Chisholm," his visitor answered. "It is, moreover, not my habit to make any statement until an inquiry is concluded, and not even then if the chief imposes silence upon me, as he has done in the present case.

Remember that I am in the public service, just as you are. All that has pa.s.sed between us to-night has pa.s.sed in the strictest confidence. Any communication made by the chief through you in the House will, in the nation's interest, be of a kind to mislead and mystify our enemies."

"But the mention of my own name in these copied letters!" observed the Under-Secretary. "What you have told has only whetted my appet.i.te for further information. I really can't understand it."

"No, nor can I," replied Archibald Cator frankly.

And he certainly spoke the honest truth, even though he knew a good deal more than he had thought it wise to admit.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

THROWS LIGHT ON THE PAST.

Finding that his visitor was determined to travel back to London at once, Dudley gave orders for the dog-cart to be brought round to the servants' entrance, for Cator had expressed the strongest desire that his visit should remain unknown.

"Among your guests are several persons who have wintered in Rome, with whom I am on friendly terms. Just now I'm too much occupied to meet them. You'll quite understand," he said.

"Perfectly, my dear sir," replied the Under-secretary, mixing another gla.s.s of whiskey for each of them. "In this matter I shall be perfectly silent. From me not a soul will know that you have been in England."

Dudley's spirits had risen, for he imagined that he had successfully evaded the man's inquiries and by that means had staved off the threatened exposure and ruin.

"From what I've explained you will readily recognise how extremely critical is the present situation, and the urgent necessity that exists for a firm and defiant policy on our part. But until I discover the truth the chief is utterly unable to move, lest he should precipitate events and cause the bursting of the war-cloud."

"Exactly. I see it all quite plainly," Dudley answered. "I trust you will experience little difficulty in discovering the man for whom you are searching. I need not say how extremely anxious I shall be to see the strange matter elucidated, so that the mystery may once and for all be cleared up."

"I am working unceasingly towards that end, Mr. Chisholm," answered Cator with a meaning look in his quick grey eyes, as he drained his gla.s.s and rose. "And now I have only to apologise for intruding upon you at such an unearthly hour."

"Apology is quite unnecessary," Dudley a.s.sured him. "It appears that the matter personally concerns me in some extraordinary manner."

"Yes," replied the chief of the secret service. "So it seems. But we shall know more later, I hope. My staff are on the alert everywhere.

As every confidential agent that England possesses on the Continent is at work endeavouring to unravel the mystery of Mayne Lennox, I am very hopeful of success. And success will allow England to make a counter-stroke that will paralyse our enemies and `frustrate their knavish tricks,' to quote a suppressed line from the National Anthem."

"I wish you every luck," said the Under-Secretary, shaking the other's thin and chilly hand. "As I can't persuade you to remain the night, I hope you'll have a comfortable journey up to town."

"Not very comfortable, I antic.i.p.ate," the captain laughed, surveying himself. "I'm in an awful state--aren't I? It was so late when I got to Shrewsbury that I couldn't get a conveyance anywhere, so in desperation I tramped over here."

"Well, Barton shall drive you back; you'll have plenty of time for your train. When do you return to the Continent?"

"Perhaps at once--by the eleven from Charing Cross. It all depends upon a telegram which I shall receive on arrival in town. My future movements are extremely uncertain. They always are. From one hour to another I never know in which direction I shall be hurrying."

Chisholm had heard of this man's rapidity of movement. Indeed, it was whispered in his own circle in the Foreign Office that Archie Cator would often retire to his bachelor rooms in Rome, and cause his man, Jewell, to give out that his master was indisposed, and confined to his bed; though, as a matter of fact, the chief of the Confidential Intelligence Department would be flying across to Berlin, Vienna, or Petersburg on a swift and secret mission. He lived two lives so completely that his ingenuity surpa.s.sed comprehension. In Rome, only his servant and the Amba.s.sador knew the truth. Even at that moment the diplomatic circle in the Eternal City believed their popular member, Captain Archie Cator of the British Emba.s.sy, to be suffering from one of his acute and periodical attacks of the rheumatic gout which so often prostrated him.

Dudley himself conducted his distinguished visitor down several stone corridors into the servants' quarters. In the courtyard outside stood Barton with the dog-cart, the light of the lamps showing that the snow was still thawing into thick slush.

"Good-bye," cried the captain airily, when he had swung himself into the trap and turned up the collar of his shabby overcoat.

"Good-bye, and good luck!" exclaimed the owner of Wroxeter, with a warmth that was far from being heart-felt. Then the trap turned, and disappeared swiftly through the old arched gateway into the black winter's night.

Dudley, full of conflicting thoughts, paced slowly back through the echoing corridors until he reached the ancient banqueting hall, where the dancing had not long since been in progress. But all was silence, and on opening the door he found the place in darkness. The gaiety had ended, and his guests had retired. He crossed the great, gloomy hall, distinguished by its ghostly-looking stands of armour, on which the light from the corridor shone in gleaming patches, and, pa.s.sing down another corridor of the rambling old place, entered the smoking-room, where half a dozen men were taking their whiskey and gossiping as was their habit before going to bed.

"Hulloa, Dudley!" cried one man as he entered. "We've been looking for you for an hour past. We wanted you to take a hand at whist."

"I had some little matters to attend to, so I slipped away," his host explained. "I know you will forgive me."

"Of course," the man laughed, pulling forward a chair, into which Chisholm sank wearily. When he had allowed a servant to hand him some refreshment he joined? in the discussion which his entrance had interrupted. As it was inc.u.mbent upon him to spend an hour with his guests, he did so, but of the conversation he scarcely had any idea, for his mind was full of grave thoughts, and he spoke mechanically, heartily wis.h.i.+ng that the men would retire, and leave him at liberty to return to his study.

At last they all bade him good-night. As soon as they were gone he walked slowly to that old room in which he knew he would remain undisturbed. He threw himself down in the cosy corner beside the blazing logs, where he sat staring fixedly at the dancing flames.

For a long time he remained immovable, his face hard and drawn, his eyes wide open and fixed, until of a sudden he pa.s.sed his hand slowly across his brow, sighed heavily, and at last allowed bitter words to escape from his white lips.

"My G.o.d!" he exclaimed in wild despair; "it's all over. That man Cator has discovered the clue which must sooner or later reveal the hideous truth. If it were any other person except him there might be just a chance of misleading the chase. But no secret is safe from him and his army of confidential agents. Ruin--nothing but ruin is before me! What can I do?"

He rose and paced the room quickly with unequal steps. His face was blanched, his eyes were fixed, his clenched hands trembled.

"Ah!" he cried bitterly to himself, "it would have been best to have resigned and gone abroad months ago, while there was yet time. Under another name I might have contrived to conceal my ident.i.ty in one or other of the colonies, where they do not inquire too closely into a man's antecedents. But, alas! it is now too late. My movements are evidently watched, and I am under suspicion, owing to the discovery of my connection with that scoundrel Lennox. To resign my appointment is impossible. I can only remain and face the ruin, shame, and ignominy that are inevitable. I have sinned before G.o.d, and before man!" he cried wildly, his face upturned, his clenched hands held trembling above his head in blank despair. "For me there is no forgiveness--none!-- none! My only means of escape is suicide," he gasped with bated breath.

"A few drops of liquid in a wine-gla.s.s full of innocent water, and all will be over--all the anguish, all the fever. No, it is not difficult-- not at all," and he laughed a hard, dry, sarcastic laugh. "And a final drastic step of that sort is far preferable to shame and ruin."

He was silent for some time. His lips were still moving as he stood there in the centre of the room, but no sound came from them. In the awful agony he suffered he spoke to himself and heard words that were unuttered. The possibility which he had suspected and dreaded during so many dark weeks was now becoming horribly realised. His secret sin would before long be revealed in all its true hideousness, and he, England's rising statesman, the man of whom so much was prophesied, the man who was trusted by the Prime Minister, who held such a brilliant and responsible position, and who was envied by all the lesser fry in the House, would be rudely cast forth as unfit and unworthy, his name, honoured for generations, rendered odious.

Truly his position was graver and more precarious than that of ninety-nine out of a hundred men. Condemnation was at hand. Cator, now that he knew the name of Mayne Lennox, would not be long in laying bare the whole of the facts.

And then?

He thought it all over, sighing heavily and clenching his hands in wild despair. To no single person could he look for a.s.sistance, for he dared not confide in any one. He could only suffer alone, and pay the penalty for his sin.

How little the world knows of the inner life of its greatest men! The popular favourite, the chosen of fortune in the various walks of life, is too often an undeserving man, the skeleton in whose cupboard could not bear the light of day. Fortune never chooses the best men for the best places. Dishonesty grows fat, while virtue dies of starvation.

The public are p.r.o.ne to envy the men who are popular, who are "boomed"