It was in the second year of my practice as a private detective that
young Jose Casteno came to my office in Stanton Street, WC, and
entrusted me with that strange and terrible mission in regard to which I
have really hesitated, in all sincerity, for some days before I could
actually nerve myself to take the public into my confidence.
Up to that time, I remember, my big brass plate, with the legend "Mr
Hugh Glynn, Secret Investigator," had only succeeded in drawing a very
average and ordinary amount of business. True, I had had several
profitable cases in which wives wanted to know what happened to their
husbands when they didn't come home at the usual hours, and employers
were anxious to discover certain leakages through which had disappeared
a percentage of their cash; but for the most part my work had been
shockingly humdrum, and already I had begun to regret the whim that had
prompted me, after reading certain latter-day romances, to throw up my
career as a barrister in Gray's Inn to emulate the romancer's heroes in
real life.
Indeed, at the rate of progress I was making then, I calculated that it
would be exactly forty-seven and a half years before I could save 1000
pounds out of my expenses, and, with that as a nest-egg, dare to ask
pretty Doris Napier to marry me; and hence, as such long engagements
were no more fashionable then than they are now, I can assure you I
often felt a trifle despondent about my future.
Still, that was before Jose Casteno appeared on the scene in Stanton
Street, WC. Afterwards things, as you will see, were different.
Now, of course, there are always plenty of people who do not believe
that the great and wonderful things that happen in life come heralded by
a sky angry with the glow of blood or by a storm in which the wind seems
to range from end to end of the gamut of all human emotion, and to sob
and shriek and sigh as though it were possessed by some fugitive spirit
stricken with mortal pain. On the contrary, they argue, the biggest
things have the smallest beginnings, and hence one never knows what tiny
affair betokens crisis. As a matter of fact, I hadn't noticed, I own,
any peculiar association of sympathy between Man and Nature until this
particular night I write of, but then I do recollect very well it did so
happen that I was very late indeed at the office, that there was a most
terrifying thunderstorm in London, and that, just about midnight, the
darkness was both cavernous and oppressive.
As I close my eyes I can recall the whole scene again--that black,
deserted street, the flickering gaslights, the vague suggestion, in the
swirl of the rain, of a mighty, impalpable presence that was sweeping
through the metropolis rent by passion and terrors which no human
imagination could ever give shape to. Then, all at once, a great calm
seemed to fall over the night, and as I swung my chair round from the
fireplace to see what had happened I became suddenly conscious of a
white, haggard face pressed to the window-pane staring at me with wide,
dilated eyes that dogged my every movement and seemed to hypnotise all
my senses.
For a moment, I admit, I paused, paralysed by a nameless horror.
Immediately afterwards the utter absurdity of any serious cause for
fright on a ground floor in a thoroughfare not a dozen yards from the
never-dying turmoil of the Strand broke upon me. With one bound I
sprang to my office door, which I instantly flung far open, and there
immediately entered to me, without a word being uttered on either side,
a tall, thin, foreign-looking man of about twenty-five. His was the
face which I had seen staring at me so eagerly through the window-pane!
"Pardon me coming at this unseasonable hour," he said, with a profound
gesture of humility, yet in a gentle, refined accent that suggested the
student and the scholar. "Permit me to introduce myself," and, with a
flourish, he handed me a large-sized card, on which was engraved the
name, in a distinctly foreign hand, "Don Jose Casteno," but the address
was scratched out.
For an instant his eyes met mine in one long, keen, lingering gaze of
scrutiny--in that fatal instant, indeed, which follows the coming
together of all men destined to do much in common, and which I have
always found, in my experience, invariably decides whether we trust or
we hate. Strange as his arrival had been, I will say, frankly, I took a
liking to him even in that ghostly glare of the firelight; and,
motioning him to a chair opposite to my desk, I turned up the gas. Then
as he removed a wide-brimmed felt hat and unfastened a shabby black coat
with a kind of Inverness cape, most often seen in use by foreign
priests, I noticed his pale, intellectual-looking, clean-shaven face,
with a mouth as tender and expressive as a girl's.
"My business," he began in a low voice of explanation as soon as he saw
me seat myself and take up a pen to follow him, "is by no means a piece
of common detective work which I am anxious that you should undertake in
my behalf. On the contrary, it deals, Mr Glynn," and now his voice
became very grave, "with much that is startling and mysterious--much
that spells ugly words like `treachery' even in London--striking, as it
does, at the root of at least one far-reaching unprincipled, foreign
intrigue. First of all, then, I must ask you to tell me quite openly
and frankly, are you free and prepared to undertake a series of
difficult and dangerous missions?"
"I am," I replied after a moment's pause; "but it must be on terms."
"And what are those terms?"
"First, that I am well and punctually paid," and, in spite of myself, I
smiled, for I found quite suddenly I had grown quite mercenary after my
bitter reflections about Doris.
"Certainly, you shall be promptly remunerated," he returned, and,
thrusting a hand into a breast pocket, he withdrew a letter case stuffed
with bank notes. "Pray let me put you right on that point at once by
placing that in your safe," he added. "Take from it as the work
progresses any sums you may reasonably require. When all is over I will
call on you to account for the amount. To-night it stands at 750
pounds."
I counted the notes. They were quite new, but perfectly genuine, and of
the amount he had stated, and I promptly locked them up in the small
strong room that adjoined my office, which, alas! had hitherto seen too
little of all such valuables. Then I faced Don Jose again.
"My next condition," I said slowly, "is that you give me your entire
confidence. There must be nothing kept from me. You must tell me all--
absolutely all."
"Ah, but--that is impossible," he replied gently. "I simply dare not
reveal the details of the secret, which I want you to work on, to any
single soul. If I did, my life would be taken within the following four
and twenty hours." And all at once he shivered, as though he had
himself caught instinctively some eerie presentiment of his doom.
"But how can I hope to work successfully in the dark?" I cried,
throwing up my hands.
"Easily enough," he returned. "All you have to do is to carry out my
instructions, then nothing need be feared. For instance, here is the
first task which I desire you should undertake." And again he put his
hand in his breast pocket, and this time he did not produce a
pocket-book, but a tiny cutting which he explained came from that
evening's _Globe_, and which set out this odd notice:
To be sold--without Reserve--the Library and Effects of a Refugee
Spanish priest, lately deceased. Contains many early printed Books,
Horae, Liturgical, and other Manuscripts. By Auction to-morrow (Friday)
at 3 PM. The Bromley Mart, King's Street, Covent Garden, WC.
Now, almost in spite of myself, I felt flattered by this quaint and
unexpected turn of negotiations which dropped so suddenly a mystery and
touched on concrete things.
Let me explain the reason. As a matter of fact, if there was one hobby
at that moment that appealed to me more than another it was that
connected with old books, old furniture, old silver, old deeds, and
charters. Indeed, I admit freely, I had attained already some certain
amount of notoriety amongst the well-informed in this direction, acting
as I had done for the young Earl of Fotheringay before I became a secret
investigator, and at a time when I had leisure to roam from auction mart
to curiosity shop, and thence to old country mansions on the eve of
important sales--where more bargains in antiques are picked up than most
wealthy curio-collectors dream of. But how Don Jose could have guessed
I had any specialist knowledge of this sort I was powerless to explain.
None the less, the probability of some romance, or some rare discovery
in this sale, tempted me sorely, and the Spaniard, who had been narrowly
watching my features, seemed to divine that, to recognise that I was
then almost as good as won to his cause, for all at once he lowered his
eyes before me, but not before I caught in their deep, dark depths the
glint of some conscious triumph.
"So you wish me to bid for these things," I at length suggested
tentatively, laying the cutting on the table and tapping it
interrogatively. "All of them or some?" I asked after another moment's
pause.
"One lot. Number 82, a bundle of manuscripts. These are very
valuable." And again his eyes flashed.
"What limit may I go to?"
"2500 pounds," he answered promptly, and at this I started, for there
are few old records in evidence worth so sensational a sum as this. "If
the things are knocked down to you," he went on eagerly, "a draft on a
bank to the required amount will be put into your hands at once. As a
matter of fact, the Bank of South and Central America have promised to
send a special messenger to the mart itself to watch you and to take all
the financial responsibilities off your shoulders." He paused, and
looked at me. "But you will never get them," he added the next second,
"of that I am certain," and, half unconsciously, he gave a low,
desponding sigh.
"Oh, that's absurd," I cried, although my own brain reeled at the
magnitude of the commission, "we must not lose heart at the start.
After all, an auction is an auction; money has money's power the world
over. Pay enough--and I feel sure you are bound to triumph."
"So it would seem. But then you don't know the secret foes whom you
will have against you. Their power--their daring--their resources are
marvellous."
And he rose and paced my office, as though he could not bear even to
think.
None the less, I made one further effort. "Why," questioned I, "should
they, or you for the matter of that, struggle for a few old parchment
documents of an obscure Spanish priest? What are they to you, or to
anyone?"
"Ah, that's precisely what I cannot tell you. Rest assured, however,
that they are, that we shall strive to buy them, and that they are
almost practically certain to beat you. Nevertheless, fight for the
things just as long as you have the strength. Afterwards, should you be
out-classed in the actual sale, fix your mind on the next point in our
quest--to discover where those documents are taken. Even if you can
only find that simple fact out for me you will, in one sense, amply
repay me."
"But after the sale where shall we meet? Where will you come that I may
report to you?" I asked, still in much confusion of mind.
"Here," said he; "I'll come to-morrow night at the same hour. Till
then, I must beg you, have two watchwords--and two watchwords
alone--`secrecy' and `dispatch.'" And moving forward suddenly he picked
up his hat and, with a low bow, crossed to the door.
I, too, rose, but I was not in time. He was too quick for me. All at
once he gave me another profound bow, and with a sharp turn of the wrist
threw open the door, through which he passed again as swiftly and as
mysteriously as he had come.
Not to be beaten, though, I followed him instantly into the street. A
thousand questions called to me for answers. I felt I could not let him
go in that manner.
By this time the storm had completely died down, the sky had cleared,
and was now cloudless and studded with stars. Yet, look where I would,
I could not catch a trace of his fleeing shadow, although, by all rules
of time and distance, he could not then have covered seven or eight
yards at the most. It seemed, indeed, as though the pavement must have
opened suddenly and swallowed him up.
Just, however, as I was about to turn indoors again another strange
thing happened.