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"Yes, in Eldon Street there is a pa.s.senger agent--close here. I'll walk with you."
"Will you? I'll take it kindly. The streets are thicker here than in New York, and are a bit confusing to a stranger."
Depew paid the bill, and, lighting cigars, the two men walked along Liverpool Street into Eldon Street.
"You are still staying at Armfield's?"
"All the time--it's a good show. I sleep there to-night, and to-morrow on the Atlantic."
They entered the pa.s.senger agent's office, and that worthy had a two-berthed cabin vacant.
Depew booked one berth. The agent confirmed it on the telephone at the s.h.i.+pping office, the pa.s.sage money was paid, and the men left.
"Well," said the lawyer, "I must get back; which way are you going?"
"Through the Circus here. First I'm going to have an aching tooth out, and then on to the hotel. I've sent my luggage on, but I've got a small bag there still."
"Then you go that way?... Good-bye, good-bye, and a pleasant voyage home."
They shook hands heartily, and separated, going in opposite directions.
The moment Depew was out of sight, the lawyer returned to the pa.s.senger agent's office.
"My friend has altered his mind," he said. "He will book the other berth, and so have the whole cabin to himself."
"Right you are, sir."
The same process was gone through as before, and presently the lawyer left the office, with a ticket for the other berth in the cabin Depew was to journey in.
Did he intend to travel to America? Not quite as far.
The only place the boat stopped at after leaving Liverpool, so the pa.s.senger agent told them, was Queenstown. Stopped two or three hours there, sometimes, waiting for the tender to bring off the mails.
The lawyer determined to leave the s.h.i.+p at Queenstown, and he hoped to bring off his coup there--to bring off the steamer those nineteen crisp Bank of England notes which helped to girdle Mr. Depew's waist.
CHAPTER V
BETWEEN LIVERPOOL AND QUEENSTOWN
Mr. Richard Loide was getting into the sere, the yellow leaf. A certain amount of baldness on his head he covered with a wig. His age and the wig prompted him to two courses of action.
He knew that he would be at a disadvantage in any personal struggle which might result from the steps he proposed taking. He discreetly determined to avoid one.
Firearms, in dealing with the man with the money round his waist, were out of the question. The noise would frustrate the very object he had in view--would attract the attention of others in the s.h.i.+p.
He did not desire an audience for the performance he had in mind.
So he bethought him of a long, stiletto shaped, yet fine pointed, two-edged knife he had seen for sale in a shop window.
He went to that shop, and acquired the weapon, tested its razor-like edge on a hair, then on a piece of paper, and was satisfied with the result.
He hoped that Mr. Depew would, soon after leaving Liverpool, lie down in his bunk. He was anxious for that position, because it, apart from the knife, would give him an advantage.
In plain words, he proposed cutting the throat of Mr. Depew. It struck Loide as being an effective way of silencing, in a double sense, his man.
He did not suppose that a cry, if the man were able to raise one, would attract much attention, or be heard above the noise of the s.h.i.+p; but he did not want to take any unnecessary risk.
So he figured in his own mind that method of dealing with the American--killing two birds with one stone.
If, on the other hand, Depew did not lie down, then he would have to use his weapon stiletto fas.h.i.+on. A spring from his bunk on to his victim standing with his back towards him, and a powerful downward sweep and plunge, would be half way successful.
He imagined that most men threw up their arms and staggered back on the happening of such a thing--gathered the idea from witnessing the dramas of the Adelphi--that would enable him to turn and plunge the weapon into the man's heart.
All that would be necessary, then, was to put him in his bunk before the blood began to make a mess, take from his body the notes which engirdled it, and be ready to leave on the tender for Queenstown the moment that vessel came alongside the liner.
He knew that two-edged weapons were proverbially dangerous, but he was comforted by the recollection of another proverb about cutting both ways.
As to its wig, he determined to change its color. It would be as well.
Not that he feared detection much; still the prudent man always took precautions, and Mr. Loide rated prudence very high.
He knew that when the boat left Queenstown it did not stop again till it got to the other side. That he counted on.
It would enable him to reach London, cash the notes, and be prepared for anything which might happen. He felt that with the money in his possession he would be prepared for anything.
He knew that when the purser went his rounds, or the steward, or whoever it might be, and discovered the dead body, all would be confusion.
The doctor and captain would be sent for, and an examination entered upon--but all the time the vessel would be leaving Queenstown further and further behind.
He knew the coursing of these ocean greyhounds well enough to know that the s.h.i.+p would not put back. That hundreds of pa.s.sengers would not be inconvenienced, simply because one was dead, that the s.h.i.+p would go plowing her way right on.
He turned up in the post-office directory the name of a wig maker the other side of London, and took a cab there.
He told some wholly unnecessary lies about the need of a colored wig, but might have saved himself the trouble, because the sale of a wig or wigs was an every-day occurrence with the keeper of the shop.
When Loide saw his reflection in the peruquier's mirror he was astounded at the change in his appearance.
The shopman, thinking he was dealing with an amateur actor, very kindly drew attention to his bushy black eyebrows.
"Want toning down," he said, "to match the wig."
"How do you--how do it?"
The shopman produced a little stick of what looked to the lawyer like cosmetic, and handed it to the customer.