The Rayner-Slade Amalgamation Part 4

"Of course, sir, if you would like the police to be summoned," he suggested for the second time. "Perhaps--"

"No--not yet!" answered Allerd.y.k.e. "I daresay they'll have to be called in; indeed, I suppose it's absolutely necessary, because of the inquest, but I'll wait until I hear what these doctors have to say, and, besides that, I want to get some news from London. It's a queer business altogether, and if there has been any foul play, why"--he paused and looked round at the people who were pa.s.sing in and out of the hall, in a corner of which he and the manager were standing--"we can't hold up all these folk and ask 'em if they know anything, you know," he added, with a grim smile.

"That's the devil of it! If there has, as I say, been aught wrong--murder, to put it plainly--why, the criminal or criminals may already be off or going off now, amongst these people, and I can't stop them. In a few hours they may be where n.o.body can find them--don't you see?"

The manager did see, and shrugged his shoulders with a gesture of helplessness. Again he could only suggest expert help from the police--but this time he added to his suggestion the remark that he understood there was nothing for the police to take hold of--no clue, no signs of foul play.

"Not yet," agreed Allerd.y.k.e. "But--there may be. Well, I'm afraid that register is no good. It's meaningless. A list of names conveys nothing--except for future reference. For the present we must wait.

But--in any way you can--keep your eyes open. There's one thing you can do--there was a lady in here last night who took Room 265 and left it at midnight to go away in a motor-car which your night-porter got for her. I particularly want to see the chambermaid who attended that lady. Let me see her privately--I've a question to ask her."

"She shall be sent up to your sitting-room as soon as I've found her,"

responded the manager. "This is the servants' breakfast-hour, but--"

"Send her up there after nine o'clock," said Allerd.y.k.e. "In the meantime I've another inquiry to make elsewhere."

He found Gaffney and sent him round to the garage from which Miss Celia Lennard had obtained her midnight car, with instructions to find the chauffeur who had driven her, and to get from him what information he could as to her movements subsequent to the rencontre at Howden.

"Don't excite his suspicions," said Allerd.y.k.e, "but pump him for any news he can give you. I want to know what became of her."

Gaffney speedily returned, fully informed of Miss Lennard's movements up to a certain point. The chauffeur had just got back, and was about to seek the bed from which he had been pulled at one o'clock in the morning.

He had taken the lady to York--only to find that there was no train thence to Edinburgh until after nine o'clock. So she had turned into the Station Hotel at York, to wait, and there he had left her.

There was little of importance in this, but it seemed to indicate that Miss Lennard was certainly about to travel North, and that her hurried departure from the hotel was due to a genuine desire to reach her ultimate destination as speedily as possible. While Allerd.y.k.e was wondering if it would be worth while to follow her up, merely because she had been a fellow-pa.s.senger with his cousin, the manager came to him with another telegram.

"That lady we were talking about," he said, laying the telegram before Allerd.y.k.e, "has just sent me this. I thought you'd like to see it as you were asking about her."

Allerd.y.k.e saw that the message was addressed to the manager, and had been dispatched from York railway station three-quarters of a hour previously.

"Please ask chambermaid to search for diamond shoe-buckle which I believe I lost in your hotel last night. If found send by registered post to Miss Lennard, 503_a_, Bedford Court Mansions, London."

Allerd.y.k.e memorized that address while he secretly wondered whether he should or should not tell the manager that the missing property was in his possession. Finally he determined to keep silence for the moment, and he handed back the message with an a.s.sumption of indifference.

"I should think a thing of that sort will soon be found," he observed.

"Look here--never mind about sending that chambermaid to me just now; I'll see her later. I'm going to breakfast."

He wondered as he sat in the coffee-room, eating and drinking, if any of the folk about him knew anything about the dead man whose body had been quietly taken away by the doctors while the hotel routine went on in its usual fas.h.i.+on. It seemed odd, strange, almost weird, to think that any one of these people, eating fish or chops, chatting, reading their propped-up newspapers, might be in possession of some knowledge which he would give a good deal to appropriate.

Of one fact, however, he was certain--that diamond buckle belonged to Miss Celia Lennard, and she lived at an address in London which he had by that time written down in his pocket-book. And now arose the big (and, in view of what had happened, the most important and serious) question--how had Miss Celia Lennard's diamond buckle come to be in Room Number 263?

That question had got to be answered, and he foresaw that he and Miss Lennard must very quickly meet again.

But there were many matters to be dealt with first, and they began to arise and to demand attention at once. Before he had finished breakfast came a wire from Mr. Franklin Fullaway, answering his own:--

"Deeply grieved and astonished by your news. Am coming down at once, and shall arrive Hull two o'clock. In meantime keep strict guard on your cousin's effects, especially on any sealed package. Most important this should be done."

This message only added to the ma.s.s of mystery which had been thickening ever since the early hours of the morning. Strict guard on James's effects--any sealed package--what did that mean? But a very little reflection made Allerd.y.k.e come to the conclusion that all these vague references and hints bore relation to the possible transaction mentioned in the various telegrams already exchanged between James Allerd.y.k.e and Franklin Fullaway, and that James had on him or in his possession when he left Russia something which was certainly not discovered when Gaffney searched the dead man.

There was nothing to do but to wait: to wait for two things--the result of the medical investigation, and the arrival of Mr. Franklin Fullaway.

The second came first. At ten minutes past two a bustling, quick-mannered American strode into Marshall Allerd.y.k.e's private sitting-room, and at the instant that the door was closed behind him asked a question which seemed to burst from every fibre of his being--

"My dear sir! Are they safe?"

CHAPTER V

THE NASTIRSEVITCH JEWELS

Allerd.y.k.e, like all true Yorks.h.i.+remen, had been born into the world with a double portion of caution and a triple one of reserve, and instead of answering the question he took a leisurely look at the questioner. He saw before him a tall, good-looking, irreproachably attired man of from thirty to thirty-five years of age, whose dark eyes were ablaze with excitement, whose equally dark, carefully trimmed moustache did not conceal the agitation of the lips beneath. Mr. Franklin Fullaway, in spite of his broad shoulders and excellent muscular development, was evidently a highly strung, nervous, sensitive gentleman; nothing could be plainer than that he had travelled from town in a state of great mental activity which was just arriving at boiling-point. Everything about his movements and gestures denoted it--the way in which he removed his hat, laid aside his stick and gloves, ran his fingers through his dark, curly hair, and--more than anything--looked at Marshall Allerd.y.k.e. But Allerd.y.k.e had a habit of becoming cool and quiet when other men grew excited and emotional, and he glanced at his visitor with seeming indifference.

"Mr. Fullaway, I suppose?" he said, phlegmatically. "Aye, to be sure! Sit you down, Mr. Fullaway. Will you take anything?--it's a longish ride from London, and I daresay you'd do with a drink, what?"

"Nothing, nothing, thank you, Mr. Allerd.y.k.e," answered Fullaway, obviously surprised by the other's coolness. "I had lunch on the train."

"Very convenient, that," observed Allerd.y.k.e. "I can remember when there wasn't a chance of it. Aye--and what might this be that you're asking about, now, Mr. Fullaway? What do you refer to?"

Fullaway, after a moment's surprised look at the Yorks.h.i.+reman's stolid face, elevated his well-marked eyebrows and shook his head. Then he edged his chair nearer to the table at which Allerd.y.k.e sat.

"You don't know, then, that your cousin had valuables on him?" he asked in an altered tone.

"I know exactly what my cousin had on him, and what was in his baggage, when I found him dead in his room," replied Allerd.y.k.e drily.

"And what that was--was just what I should have expected to find.

But--nothing more."

Fullaway almost leapt in his chair.

"Nothing more!" he exclaimed. "Nothing more than you would have expected to find! Nothing?"

Allerd.y.k.e bent across the table, giving his visitor a keen look.

"What would you have expected to find if you'd found him as I found him?"

he asked. "Come--what, now?"

He was watching the American narrowly, and he saw that Fullaway's excitement was pa.s.sing off, was being changed into an attentive eagerness. He himself thrust his hand into his breast pocket and drew out the papers which had been acc.u.mulating there since his arrival and discovery.

"We'd best be plain, Mr. Fullaway," he said. "I don't know you, but I gather that you knew James, and that you'd done business together."

"I knew Mr. James Allerd.y.k.e very well, and I've done business with him for the last two years," replied Fullaway.

"Just so," a.s.sented Allerd.y.k.e. "And your business--"

"That of a general agent--an intermediary, if you like," answered Fullaway. "I arrange private sales a good deal between European sellers and American buyers--pictures, curiosities, jewels, antiques, and so on.

I'm pretty well known, Mr. Allerd.y.k.e, on both sides the Atlantic."

"Quite so," said Allerd.y.k.e. "I'm not in that line, however, and I don't know you. But I'll tell you all I do know and you'll tell me all you know. When I searched my cousin for papers, I found this wire from you--sent to James at St. Petersburg. Now then, what does it refer to?

Those valuables you hinted at just now?"