Ah, my dear fellow, observed my friend, with a smile, I very much fear that that appointment wont be kept. Men such as they evidently are will hardly risk a meeting. On reflection, the individual, whoever he is, will see that he has given himself away, and his natural caution will prevent him from going near St. Jamess Park.
Well, I only hope he does meet me, I observed.
So do I. But to my mind such a circumstance is entirely out of the question. You see he went to call-boxes in order to avoid detection.
The curious thing is, that if it were the same man who rang up each time he must have travelled from one place to another in an amazingly rapid manner.
There might be two persons, he suggested.
Of course there might, I answered. But I think not. The girl at the exchange evidently recognised the voice of the persistent inquirer.
Im glad I came down very glad, he said. I went over to see Lily, but shes gone to Ipswich with her aunt, an old lady who feared to travel alone. It appears she wrote to me this morning, but the letter has missed the post, I suppose. It will come to-morrow morning.
You had your journey to Peckham for nothing, then?
Yes, he answered. She ought to have sent me a wire. Just like a woman.
I knew Lily Lowry, the pretty friend of Dick Cleugh, very well indeed. I did not know that he actually loved her. There was undoubtedly a mutual friendship between them, but nevertheless he often would go for a month and see nothing of her. The daughter of a struggling shopkeeper near the Elephant and Castle, she had been compelled to seek her own living, and was at present assistant at a large cheap drapers in Rye Lane, Peckham. Setting the convenances at naught, as became a London girl of the present decade, she had many times visited our dingy abode. I had always suspected that the love was on her side, for she was always giving him various little things embroidered pouches, handkerchiefs and those semi-useful articles with which girls delight the men they love.
But Dick did not seem in the least concerned at not having seen her. He was annoyed that he had had a journey on the Chatham and Dover for nothing, and thought a great deed more of the mystery of Phillimore Place than of Lilys well-being. He was a pessimist in every sense of the word. Once he had told me the story of his first love, a strange tragedy of his life that had occurred in his days at Jesus. It was this, I always suspected, that had evoked from him the real ardent affection which a man should have for a woman who is to be his companion through life. Man loves but once, it is true, but the love of youth is in the generality of cases a mere heart-beating caused by a fantasy begotten of inexperience. The woman we love at sixteen too often some kind-hearted housewife, whose soft speech we mistake for affection we flout when we are twenty. The woman who was angelic in our eyes when in our teens, is old, fat and ugly when, four years later, the glamour has fallen from our eyes and we begin to find a foothold in the world. Wisdom comes with the moustache.
So it was with Dick. He had lost the woman he had loved in his college days, yet, as far as I could judge, none other had ever taken her place in his heart.
Two oclock had struck ere we turned in, and both of us were up at seven, our usual hour, for evening papers, issued as they are at noon, are prepared early in the morning. We were always at our respective offices at half-past seven.
My first thought was of the meeting I had arranged in St. Jamess Park, and of my friends misgivings regarding it. Full of anxiety, I worked on till eleven oclock, when Boyd was shown into my room, greeting me merrily. His appearance was in no way that of a police-officer, for he wore a shabby suit of tweed, a soiled collar, and an old silk hat much frayed at the brim, presenting the appearance of the typical beery Fleet Street lounger.
Ive come to see you, Mr Urwin, regarding this meeting in the park, he said. Do you intend going?
Of course, I answered, surprised that he should ask such a question. Why?
Well, because I think it would be best to leave it entirely to us. You might be indiscreet and queer the whole thing.
I dont think youll find me guilty of any indiscretion, I said, somewhat piqued.
I dont apprehend that, he said. But on seeing you at the spot appointed, the mysterious person who made the inquiry last night will at once get away, for he will know that the secret is out. We must, as you know, act with greatest caution in this affair, so as not to arouse the slightest suspicion that the keeping of this appointment is in the hands of the police.
Then what, in your opinion, is the best course to pursue? I inquired.
First, your friend Mr Cleugh must not go near the park. Ive already written him a note to that effect. Secondly, you must act exactly as I direct. A single slip will mean that the individual will escape, and in this we must not court failure by any indiscreet move.
And how do you intend that I should act? I asked, sitting back in my writing-chair and looking at the shrewd detective who was known throughout London as one of the cleverest unravellers of crime, and who had been successful in so many cases wherein human life had been involved.
Well, he said, hesitating, truth to tell, I would rather that you didnt go to the park at all.
Why?
Because you could not wait about in the vicinity of the spot indicated without betraying a sign that you were in expectation of some one, he answered. Remember, you are not a detective.
No, I answered, Im not a detective, but Ive had a few years training in investigations. I think I could disguise my anxiety sufficiently.
I was extremely anxious to keep the appointment, and his suggestion that I should not go caused me disappointment and annoyance.
But if you were seen waiting about, the man we want would certainly not make his appearance. Hed scent danger at once. Weve evidently got to deal with a very cunning scoundrel.
I could conceal myself, I declared. I promise you I will act with greatest discretion.
Well, he said at length, after some further demur, I suppose, then, you must have your own way. Personally, I dont think the man will be such a fool as to run his neck into a noose. Theres been some clever work in connexion with this matter, and men capable of such ingenuity must be veritable artists in crime and not given to the committal of any indiscretion. The voice in the telephone was a squeaky one, I think you said?
Yes, weak and thin, like an old mans.
Boyd glanced at his watch a gold hunter with an inscription. It had been given him by public subscription in Hampstead in recognition of his bravery in capturing two armed burglars in Fitzjohns Avenue.
Its time we went, he exclaimed; but as we rose Dick entered in hot haste. He had just received Boyds note and had run round to my office.
Ive been out making an inquiry, he said, having greeted us and expressed disappointment at Boyds decision. I thought, in order to satisfy myself, and so that I could use the information later on, I would go round to Professor Braithwaite at the Royal Institution and ask his opinion of the scientific apparatus found in the laboratory. I went down to Patterson, got permission to remove it from the house, and took the whole affair in a cab to the Royal Institution.
Well, whats the result? I inquired breathlessly.
Well, whats the result? I inquired breathlessly.
The result? he answered. Why, the old Johnnie, when he saw the paraphernalia, stood dumbfounded, and when he put it together and commenced experimenting seemed speechless in amazement. The discovery, he declared, was among the greatest and most important of those made within the last twenty years. He sent messengers for a dozen other scientific men, who, when they saw the arrangement, examined it with great care and were equally amazed with old Braithwaite. All were extremely anxious as to the identity of the discoverer of this mode of liquefying almost the last of the refractory gases, but I, of course, held my tongue for a most excellent reason I did not myself know. I merely explained that the apparatus had fallen into my hands accidentally and I wished to ascertain its use.
Then quite a flutter has been caused among these dry-as-dust old fossils, I observed, laughing.
A flutter! Dick echoed. Why, the whole of the scientific world will be in a state of highest excitement to-morrow when the truth becomes known. Old Braithwaite declared that the discoverer deserves an immediate knighthood.
Lets be off, Boyd said. He took no interest in the discovery. Like myself, his only object was to solve the mystery.
Then Im not to go? Dick said inquiringly.
No, the detective replied. Im sorry, but a crowd of us will queer the thing. You shall have all the details later. Patterson has promised that you shall publish first news of the affair.
Dick was sorely disappointed, I saw it in his face; nevertheless, with a light laugh he wished us goodbye when we emerged into Fleet Street, and hurried away back to the offices of the Comet, while Boyd and myself jumped into a hansom outside St. Dunstans Church, and drove along Pall Mall as far as St. Jamess Palace, where we alighted and entered the park. The detective explained his tactics during the drive. They were that we should separate immediately on entering the park, and that he should go alone to the spot indicated by the mysterious voice, while I idled in the vicinity. I was to act just as I pleased, but we were not to recognise one another either by look or sign.
I own, therefore, that it was with considerable trepidation that I left the detective on entering the Mall and wandered slowly along beneath the trees, while he crossed and entered the park himself. In that thoroughfare, which forms a short and pleasant cut for taxis going eastward from Victoria station, there was considerable traffic at that hour. The sky was blue, and the June sun shone warmly through the trees, giving the Londoner a foretaste of summer, and causing him to think of straw hats, flannels and holiday diversions. A bright day in a London park at once arouses thoughts of the country or the sea. With my face set towards the long, regular façade of Buckingham Palace a grey picture with little artistic touches of red, the scarlet coats of the Guards I wondered what would be the outcome of this attempt to obtain a clue. That thin squeaky voice sounded in my ear as distinctly at that moment as it had done on the previous night, a weird summons from one unknown.
At last, just as Big Ben, showing high across the trees, chimed and boomed forth the hour of noon, I entered one of the small gates of the park and strolled along the grave: led walk down to the edge of the ornamental water, where, for some minutes, I stood watching a group of children feeding the water-fowl.