AT BAY
When Dan left Mrs. Jarsell he was very well pleased with the promise
she had given concerning the safety of Lillian. He fully believed that
she, in her role of Queen Beelzebub, would keep that promise
faithfully, if only because her own interests demanded such honesty.
The fact that the confession of Penn was in the hands of a third
party, to be made use of should anything happen to Miss Moon,
prevented the Society of Flies from carrying out the threat made to
him at the secret meeting. To save their own lives, the members would
be forced--much against their will no doubt--to spare those of Lillian
and himself. Dan chuckled at the way in which he had circumvented the
deadly organization. But he had only scotched the snake; he had not
killed it, and, until he did so, there was always that chance that it
would strike when able to do so with safety. But, while Penn's
confession remained in Laurance's hands, all was well.
One thing struck Halliday as strange, and that was the
persistence with which Mrs. Jarsell kept up the comedy of
having-nothing-to-do-with-the-matter during so confidential a
conversation. She knew that Penn had been a doubtful member of
her gang; she knew that he had been despatched--as Dan truly
believed--because he was not to be trusted, and now she knew that he
had left a confession behind him, which was in the hands of her
enemies. Also, she was aware that the man who spoke to her had read
the confession and must have guessed that her name, as Queen
Beelzebub, was mentioned therein. This being the case, it is to be
presumed that she would speak freely, but, in place of doing so, she
had pretended ignorance, and for his own ends he had humored her
feigning. Either she doubted that such a confession existed, or she
guessed in whose possession it was, and intended to regain it.
"Queen Beelzebub knows well enough that Freddy is my best friend,"
thought Dan, as he returned to the Peacock Hotel, "and it would be
reasonable for her to believe that he had Penn's confession, which is
certainly the case. I should not be at all surprised if Freddy was
inveigled into a trap as I was, so that he might be forced to
surrender the document or rather what remains of it. If that were
managed, Queen Beelzebub would revenge herself on Lillian and on me,
since there would be nothing left to shield us from her spite. And, in
any case, Freddy is in danger, as I am certain she guesses that he
holds the confession," he mused for a few moments, and then added,
aloud, "I shall return to town at once and see him."
The more he thought the more he saw the necessity of doing this. Mrs.
Jarsell's first move to counterplot him would be to seek out Lord
Curberry and learn what she could, relative to what Penn had left
behind him. Certainly Curberry would assure her that he had burnt the
confession, in which case Queen Beelzebub would think that she would
be free to act. But Halliday believed she was of too suspicious a
nature to be quite convinced that he had only bluffed. Before taking
any steps, she would decidedly ascertain for certain--although in what
way it was difficult to say--if there really was any compromising
document in Laurance's hands. To do so, she would, as Dan had thought
a few minutes before, set a trap for him, and browbeat him into
stating what he knew and what he held. Therefore, for Freddy's sake,
it was necessary to go to London, and report in detail the
conversation on the moor. Then the two could arrange what was best to
be done. They were dealing with a coterie of daring scoundrels, who
would stop at nothing to secure their own safety, and it behoved them
to move warily. "We are walking on a volcano," was Halliday's
concluding reflection.
Of course, as it was useless to alarm the ladies, Dan said nothing of
his meeting with Queen Beelzebub on the moor. However, on being
questioned, he confessed the sudden thought which had sent him out of
doors, and both Lillian and Mrs. Bolstreath agreed that it was
entirely probable that Mrs. Jarsell did travel in up-to-date
aeroplanes, like a mischief-making fairy. Then, in turn, they told him
that Mildred had stayed for quite a long time and was altogether more
charming each time she appeared. She suggested many trips and Mrs.
Bolstreath was inclined to stay at Sheepeak longer than she intended,
in spite of the near menace of Queen Beelzebub. Lillian was delighted
with the lovely scenery, so gracious after the drab hues of London.
"I don't see why we shouldn't get a house here after we are married,"
she said to her lover, "one of those delicious old manor houses of
faded yellow stone. I could live quietly with Mrs. Bolstreath, while
you ran up to business on your aeroplane."
"And all the time you would be fretting lest any harm came to him,"
said the chaperon, shaking her head, "besides, my dear, when you are
married, you won't want me to be with you."
"Dear Bolly, I shall always want you, and so will Dan."
"Nonsense," said Mrs. Bolstreath, briskly, "two's company and three's
none."
"Well," remarked Halliday, leisurely, "we can settle the matter when
we are married, Lillian. Remember, before your uncle will consent, I
shall have to discover who murdered your father."
"You have discovered who murdered him. It was the false Mrs. Brown,
who is Mrs. Jarsell, who is Queen Beelzebub."
"So I believe, but I have to prove my case," said Dan, dryly, "and,
moreover, I won't find it easy to place the woman in the dock when she
has this accursed society at the back of her."
"You don't think there is danger?" asked Lillian, hastily.
"No, no, no! Things are safer than ever, my dear. I go to town this
evening, and can leave you here with the certainty that all is well."
"You go to town this evening?" said Mrs. Bolstreath, anxiously, "isn't
that a very sudden resolution?"
"Oh, I think not," answered Dan, in an easy way. "I came down here
only to settle you and Lillian. By the way, Sir John----"
"I wired our address, and he wrote me," interrupted Mrs. Bolstreath,
"he is quite pleased that we are away. I rather think," the lady
added, thoughtfully, "that Sir John is not ill-pleased we are away. At
his age the constant presence of two women in his house is rather
disconcerting. Finding we had left town he returned there to enjoy his
own house to himself."
"In that case," said Dan, cheerfully, "he will be glad to see Lillian
married."
"But to Lord Curberry, not to you."
"I would die rather than marry Lord Curberry," said Lillian,
decisively, and with her chin in the air.
"You won't be asked to do either one or the other, my dear," replied
Dan, in his calmest tone.
"We shall marry, right enough, whatever opposition Sir John may make.
As to Lord Curberry," he hesitated.
"Well?" asked Mrs. Bolstreath, impatiently.
"I intend to see him when I return to town."
"I think it will be as well. Better have a complete understanding with
him so that he will not worry Lillian any more."
"He won't," answered Dan, grimly, "and now I shall have to get away. I
see Mrs. Pelgrin has had the trap brought round. Take care of
Lillian."
Lillian kissed her lover and followed him to the door of the
sitting-room with a gay laugh. "Lillian can look after herself," she
said lightly, "I am not afraid of Mrs. Jarsell or of anyone else. But
you take care, Dan. I fear much more for you than for myself."
"I'm all right!" Dan, with an Englishman's dislike for an emotional
scene, kissed the girl again and slipped out of the door. They saw him
drive away in the gloom of the evening, and then settled to make
themselves comfortable. Neither Lillian nor Mrs. Bolstreath would
admit as much, but both felt rather downcast at Dan's sudden
departure. Luckily, as he had been so cool and composed, they did not
connect it with any fresh development likely to give trouble. In some
vague way Mrs. Bolstreath guessed that Dan had spiked the guns of the
enemy under which they were encamped, and, her certainty of safety,
being infectious, Lillian also felt quite at her ease. Meanwhile, Dan
reached the Beswick station in the ramshackle trap and was lucky
enough to catch the in-going train to Thawley, just as it started to
glide past the platform. The fortunate connection enabled him to board
the seven-twenty express to London, where he hoped to arrive shortly
before eleven that same evening. Knowing that Laurance's work kept him
up late at night, he wired from Thawley, asking him to come to St.
Pancras Station. Important as was Freddy's time, Dan knew that he
would respond to the call at once, knowing that large issues would be
the outcome of the present situation. Therefore, as the train dropped
south, Halliday felt quite comfortable, as he had done all he could to
arrange matters for the moment. Indeed, so assured did he feel that he
had taken all possible precautions, that he did not even trouble to
think over the matter, but fell asleep and refreshed his weary brain
and body. Only when the train arrived at St. Pancras did he tumble
out, sleepy still, to catch a sight of his faithful friend on the
platform.
"Nothing wrong?" asked Laurance, hurrying up.
"Nothing wrong," responded Dan, with a yawn, "but I have much to talk
to you about. Get a four-wheeler."
"A taxi you mean."
"I don't mean. I wish to travel as slowly as possible, so as to
explain matters. Tell the man to drive to _The Moment_ office. There I
can drop you and go on to my rooms."
Thus understanding the situation, Freddy selected a shaky old cab,
drawn by a shaky old horse, and the rate at which it progressed
through the brilliantly lighted streets was so slow that they were a
very long time arriving at _The Moment_ office in Fleet Street. In the
damp-smelling interior of this antique conveyance, Halliday, now quite
alert and clearheaded, gave his friend a full account of all that had
happened, particularly emphasizing the interview with Mrs. Jarsell.
"H'm," commenced Freddy, when he ended, "so she didn't give herself
away?"
"No; and very wisely, too, I think. She didn't know how much I knew,
and wasn't keen on giving me rope to hang her."
"But she knows you have read Penn's confession--what there is of it."
"I didn't tell her that I had anything else than the full confession,
old son. She may think I have the whole document intact, or--and this
I fancy is probable--she may believe that there isn't any confession
in existence."
"Curberry may have written to her, telling her that he burnt the
confession."
"No," said Dan, after a pause, "I really don't think he has done that.
Mrs. Jarsell went dead white when I mentioned a confession."
"Then she believes that you spoke the truth," persisted Laurance,
hopefully.
"She may, or she may not, as I said before," retorted Halliday,
"anyhow, as she can't be sure if I'm in jest or earnest, she will
delay proceedings until she sees Curberry. If he swears that he burnt
the confession, Mrs. Jarsell may act; therefore I want you to send him
an unsigned telegram, containing these three words, 'All is
discovered!'"
"What will that do?"
"Put the fear of God into Curberry, into Queen Beelzebub, and into the
Society of Flies as a whole. The warning will be so vague that they
won't know who will strike the blow."
"They will suspect you, Dan."
"In that case," replied Halliday, promptly, "Queen Beelzebub will
leave Lillian alone, and my object will be obtained. I want to gain
time, and can only do so with safety to Lillian by keeping these
beasts in a state of uncertainty as to how much or how little is
known."
"I see," Laurance thought the plan a good one, "since you say that you
have the confession and Curberry will say that he destroyed it, Queen
Beelzebub will be undecided. This telegram, like a bolt from the blue,
will clinch matters and make her and her gang pause before they take
steps to hurt you or Miss Moon. I'll send the wire. What then?"
"Then--to-morrow that is--I go down to see Curberry, and have it out
with him. His name is mentioned in the portion of the confession which
you hold and we know enough to ensure his arrest."
"That is doubtful," protested Freddy, thoughtfully, "I have read the
confession. Penn hints a lot about Curberry, but doesn't say enough
to----"
"Never mind, he says enough for my purpose, which is to scare
Curberry; belonging to the Society of Flies, as he does. I believe he
got his uncle and cousin put out of the way to inherit the title and
property. I'll harp on that string. If Queen Beelzebub calls----"
"There's the danger, Dan," interposed Freddy, quickly and anxiously.
"I know. I am far from suggesting that there is not danger, as we are
driving these people into a corner. If I don't turn up at your office
by five o'clock to-morrow, Freddy, or if I don't send a wire saying
that I am safe, you get Inspector Tenson, tell him all, show him the
confession, and come down with him to Blackheath to see the Inspector
who had charge of the Durwin murder. Then, armed with the authority of
the law, you can go to Curberry's house. If I am missing, you will
know how to act."
Laurance drew a deep breath as the cab turned into Fleet Street. "It's
a big risk for you, Dan."
"Pooh. As an aviator I am always taking risks. I must settle this
business somehow, if I wish to marry Lillian and save her life as well
as my own from these infernal beasts. Here you get down, Freddy. Don't
forget to do as I tell you," and Laurance promised to faithfully
adhere to his instructions, while the four-wheeler lumbered away in
the direction of the Strand. Halliday possessed one of those rare
natures which invariably reveal their best in time of danger. He knew
what to say and how to act when in a tight corner, and his training as
an aviator had learned him to take risks from which less level-headed
men would have shrunk. At the present moment he required all his
energies to cope with unforeseen emergencies, since he did not quite
know what action would be taken against him. Of course, he was
confident that some sort of action would be taken, since he had
aroused the wrath of a brilliantly clever and intensely evil set of
people. Fearful for their own safety, the Society of Flies would do
its best to get rid of him and to get rid of Lillian, as they had
gotten rid of others who had stood in their crooked path. Both he and
the girl were safeguarded so far by the confession, but it all
depended upon what Curberry said to Queen Beelzebub as to how long
such a safeguard would be efficacious. He had told the woman one
story, but Curberry would tell her another, so it was doubtful which
she would believe. The telegram from an unknown source might turn the
balance in his favor, and lead both Mrs. Jarsell and her friend to
believe that there was a chance of their devilish doings coming to
light. Having arrived at this conclusion, Dan fell asleep, quite
indifferent to the fact that the sword of Damocles hung over his head,
and that the single hair might part at any moment. Herein he showed
the steadiness of his nerves, and the value of a nature trained to
face the worst smilingly.
Next morning Halliday arose brisk and cheerful with the expectation of
having a most exciting day, and as soon as he finished his breakfast
made his way, by train, to Blackheath. On arriving there, somewhere
about twelve o'clock, he did not go immediately to Curberry's house,
but walked to the place where the Vincent aeroplane was housed. It had
just struck him that Mrs. Jarsell might have wired to one of her
friends to damage the machine, so that it could not be used. She had
procured it for him and he--to put it plainly--had abused her
friendship, so it was not likely she would permit him to retain,
unharmed, a wonderful airship, with which he could make money and win
fame. But, when he reached the shed and saw the man whom he had
engaged to watch the machine, he found that his fears were groundless.
No one had been near the place, and, so far as he could ascertain, the
aeroplane was in perfect condition. Then it struck Dan, as it was yet
too early to call on Lord Curberry, that he might indulge in a little
fly. His enemy's house was only a stone's throw distant, on the
borders of the open space, and Halliday did not intend to lose sight
of the entrance gate, lest Mrs. Jarsell should steal in unobserved. In
the air, and hovering directly over the grounds, he could see all who
came and went. Also, incidentally, he might gain information as to
what was going on in the gardens. Somewhat oddly, it occurred to him
that if Queen Beelzebub came, she might push Curberry into the
ornamental pond, as Marcus Penn had been pushed. There was no knowing
what she might do in her despair. In brutal English, Queen Beelzebub
was at bay, and could fight, like the rat she was, in the corner into
which she was being slowly driven by circumstances, engineered by Mr.
Daniel Halliday.
Therefore, Dan saw to the fittings of the biplane, and ascertained by
sight and touch that they had not been tampered with. He oiled the
engine, saw that it did not lack petroleum, and, in fact, was as
careful of all and everything connected with the structure as though
he was preparing for a long race. Of course there was the usual crowd
of loafers who came to see him start, and he swept upward from the
ground in a graceful curve. The aeroplane acted easily and truthfully,
according to its very excellent design, and the aviator, after making
a wide circle, dropped down, to pass slowly over the grounds of
Curberry's mansion. He could see no one about, even though the day was
fine and sunny, so concluded that the owner, having received the
anonymous telegram, was shivering within doors, terrified to venture
out. In his impatience to learn the absolute truth, Dan turned his
machine back to the shed, and came to rest almost at the very door.
Owing to the examination of the aeroplane, and the experimental flight
to test its working order, time had passed uncommonly swiftly, and it
was now fifteen minutes past one o'clock. Dan made up his mind to
beard Curberry in his library, without waiting for the arrival of
Queen Beelzebub, who, after all, might not arrive. His man and some
willing onlookers wheeled the machine into the great shed, and the
doors were about to be closed when one of the crowd uttered an
exclamation, which was echoed by many others. Halliday, always on the
alert for the unexpected, came quickly to the door of the building,
and saw everyone looking upward and northward, to where a small black
dot spotted the blue of the sky. It increased in size rapidly, and
there was no difficulty in seeing that it was a flying-machine. At
once a thought entered Dan's mind that there was Mrs. Jarsell on a
Vincent biplane, paying her expected visit, although he had no reason
to suppose that she was the pilot. Wondering if he was right or wrong
in his surmise, he waited with a fast-beating heart, and became
certain of the truth of his guess very shortly. Travelling at a great
height, the strange biplane poised itself directly over the open
space, and then began to drop slowly into the enclosed grounds of Lord
Curberry's mansion. Not having field-glasses, Halliday could not make
out if the pilot was a man or a woman, but, when the machine, cleverly
managed, disappeared below the trees and walls of the park, he was
convinced that Queen Beelzebub had arrived. At once he determined to
make a third at her interview with Curberry, whatever objections might
be raised. But first he arranged what to do in order to guard against
future events of a dangerous nature.
"Wheel my machine out again," he ordered the man and those who had
assisted, "see that everything is in order, and have everything
prepared to start. Do not let anyone touch this," and he tapped the
aeroplane, "you understand?"
"Yes, sir," said the man stolidly, "you're going for another fly?"
"Exactly. The person who arrived is a friend of mine. I am going into
yonder house to ask if a race can be arranged."
Knowing that he could trust his man to guard the machine, and certain
it would not be tampered with when hundreds of eyes were watching it,
Halliday walked across the open space with serene confidence. It
struck him that if Mrs. Jarsell wished to escape, she would certainly
use her biplane, and it was just as well to follow in his own and run
her to earth. As both machines were made by Vincent, the speed of each
would be about equal, and, in any case, Dan hoped to keep Queen
Beelzebub in sight, if it was necessary to give chase. Having thus
prepared for possible emergencies, the young man entered the big gates
of the park and hastened up the short avenue. Soon he found himself at
the front door, and, as he rang the bell, glanced around for Mrs.
Jarsell's flying-machine. It was not visible, so he presumed she had
left it on the broad and spacious lawn on the further side of the
house. It was in his mind to go and tamper with the engine to prevent
her further flight, but, before he could make up his mind to this
course, the door opened and the footman appeared.
"I wish to see Lord Curberry," said Halliday, giving the man his card,
"on most important business. Can he see me?"
"I'll inquire, sir. He is with a lady just now, and has been for the
last ten minutes. Please wait here, sir," and he introduced Dan into
the hall.
Again, when left alone, Halliday had the impulse to go out and look to
the gear of the machine, with the idea of putting things wrong, and
again the footman appeared before he could decide if it would be wise
to do so. "His lordship will see you, sir," said the man, who looked
rather uncomfortable, "but he seems to be ill."
"Ill," echoed Dan, wondering what new deviltry was taking place, "and
the lady?"
"She is not with his lordship now, sir," said the footman, in a
bewildered manner, "yet I showed her into the library a few minutes
ago."
"Do you know the lady?" asked Halliday, sharply.
"No, sir. At least, I can't tell, sir. She came in one of them
flying-machines, and wears a thick veil. She's a stout lady, sir, with
a sharp manner."
"Take me to your master," commanded Dan, not caring to ask further
questions, since it was best to ask them of Lord Curberry himself, and
the man obeyed, still bewildered and nervous in his manner. The
entrance of Queen Beelzebub into the house had evidently upset things.
Ushered into the library, Dan waited for the closing of the door, and
then advanced to where Curberry was seated at his desk, near the
window. The man looked gaunt and haggard, and very sick. When the
young man advanced, he rose as if moved by springs, and held out a
telegram in a trembling hand.
"You--you--sent this," quavered Curberry, and Halliday could see that
the perspiration beaded his bald high forehead.
In a flash Halliday guessed that this was the wire which Laurance had
dispatched according to arrangement. "No, I did not send you any
telegram," he denied, calmly, and with perfect truth.
"You sent this, saying that all is discovered," stuttered Curberry
again, and dropped back into his seat, "you have learned too much. She
says that you know everything."
"Queen Beelzebub?"
"Ah, you know the name. I guessed as much. She is here; she is
furious!"
"Who is Queen Beelzebub?" demanded Dan, anxiously.
"You know. Why do you ask questions you know the answer to? I know why
you have come; to have me arrested. I thought I destroyed the
confession of that infernal Penn. But she says----"
"I retained sufficient to show me----"
"Yes, yes! You know all. You have won. I fought you for Lillian, and
there is no chance of my gaining her for my wife. You won't either.
You have to reckon with Queen Beelzebub. As for me--as for me----" he
faltered, and trembled.
Dan stepped right up to the desk. "What's the matter?"
"I--I--I have taken poison," gasped Curberry, and dropped his head on
his hands with a sob.