THE DIAMOND RING
Triffitt considered Carver's report during a moment of mutual silence.
If he had consulted his own personal inclination he would have demanded
to be led straight to the taxi-cab driver. But Triffitt knew himself to
be the expender of the Markledew money, and the knowledge made him
unduly cautious.
"It comes to this," he said at last, "this chap knows something which he's
already told to this Mr. Tertius. Mr. Tertius has in all probability
already told it to the people at New Scotland Yard. They, of course, will
use the information at their own time and in their own way. But what we
want is something new--something startling--something good!"
"I tell you the fellow's got all that," said Carver. "He knows the man
whom he drove that morning. Isn't that good enough?"
"Depend upon how I can bring it out," answered Triffitt. "Well, when can
I see this chap?"
"Tonight--seven o'clock," replied Carver. "I fixed that, in anticipation."
"And--where?" demanded Triffitt.
"I'll go with you--it's to be at a pub near Orchard Street," said
Carver. "Better bring money with you--he'll want cash."
"All right," agreed Triffitt. "But I'm not going to throw coin about
recklessly. I shall want value."
Carver laughed. Triffitt's sudden caution amused him.
"I reckon people have to buy pigs in pokes in dealing with this sort of
thing, Triff," he said. "But whether the chap's information's good for
much or not, I'm certain it's genuine. Well, come round here again at
six-thirty."
Triffitt, banknotes in pocket, went round again at six-thirty, and was
duly conducted Oxford Street way by Carver, who eventually led him into
a network of small streets, in which the mews and the stable appeared to
be conspicuous features, and to the bar-parlour of a somewhat dingy
tavern, at that hour little frequented. And at precisely seven o'clock
the door of the parlour opened and a face showed itself, recognized
Carver, and grinned. Carver beckoned the face into a corner, and having
formally introduced his friend Triffitt, suggested liquid refreshment.
The face assented cordially, and having obscured itself for a moment
behind a pint pot, heaved a sigh of gratification, and seemed desirous
of entering upon business.
"But it ain't, of course, to go no further--at present," said the owner
of the face. "Not into no newspapers nor nothing, _at_ present. I don't
mind telling you young gents, if it's made worth my while, of course,
but as things is, I don't want the old gent in Portman Square to know as
how I've let on--d'ye see? Of course, I ain't seen nothing of him never
since I called there, and he gave me a couple o' quid, and told me to
expect more--only the more's a long time o' coming, and if I do see my
way to turning a honest penny by what I knows, why, then, d'ye see----"
"I see, very well," assented Triffitt. "And what might your idea of an
honest penny be, now?"
The taxi-cab driver silently regarded his questioner. He had already had
a five-pound note out of Carver, who carried a small fund about him in
case of emergency; he was speculating on his chances of materially
increasing this, and his eyes grew greedy.
"Well, now, guv'nor, what's your own notion of that?" he asked at last.
"I'm a poor chap, you know, and I don't often get a chance o' making a
bit in this way. What's it worth--what I can tell, you know--to you?
This here young gentleman was keen enough about it this afternoon,
guv'nor."
"Depends," answered Triffitt. "You'd better answer a question or two.
First--you haven't told the old gentleman in Portman Square--Mr.
Tertius--any more than what you told my friend here you'd told him?"
"Not a word more, guv'nor! 'Cause why--I ain't seen him since."
"And you've told nothing to the police?"
"The police ain't never come a-nigh me, and I ain't been near them. What
the old chap said was--wait! And I've waited and ain't heard nothing."
"Wherefore," observed Triffitt sardonically, "you want to make a bit."
"Ain't no harm in a man doing his best for his-elf, guv'nor, I hope,"
said the would-be informant. "If I don't look after myself, who's
a-going to look after me--I asks you that, now?"
"And I ask you--how much?" said Triffitt. "Out with it!"
The taxi-cab driver considered, eyeing his prospective customer
furtively.
"The other gent told you what it is I can tell, guv'nor?" he said at
last. "It's information of what you might call partik'lar importance, is
that."
"I know--you can tell the name of the man whom you drove that morning
from the corner of Orchard Street to Kensington High Street," replied
Triffitt. "It may be important--it mayn't. You see, the police haven't
been in any hurry to approach you, have they? Come now, give it a name?"
The informant summoned up his resolution.
"Cash down--on the spot, guv'nor?" he asked.
"Spot cash," replied Triffitt. "On this table!"
"Well--how would a couple o' fivers be, now?" asked the anxious one.
"It's good stuff, guv'nor."
"A couple of fivers will do," answered Triffitt. "And here they are." He
took two brand-new, crackling five-pound notes from his pocket, folded
them up, laid them on the table, and set a glass on them. "Now, then!"
he said. "Tell your tale--there's your money when it's told."
The taxi-cab driver eyed the notes, edged his chair further into the
half-lighted corner in which Triffitt and Carver sat, and dropped his
voice to a whisper.
"All right, guv'nor," he said. "Thanking you. Then it's this here--the
man what I drove that morning was the nephew!"
"You mean Mr. Barthorpe Herapath?" said Triffitt, also in a whisper.
"That's him--that's the identical, sir! Of course," continued the
informant, "I didn't know nothing of that when I told the old gent in
Portman Square what I did tell him. Now, you see, I wasn't called at
that inquest down there at Kensington--after what I'd told the old gent,
I expected to be, but I wasn't. All the same, there's been a deal of
talk around about the corner of Orchard Street, and, of course, there is
them in that quarter as knows all the parties concerned, and this man
Barthorpe, as you call him, was pointed out to me as the nephew--nephew
to him as was murdered that night. And then, of course, I knew it was
him as I took up at two o'clock that morning."
"How did you know?" asked Triffitt.
The taxi-cab driver held up a hand and tapped a brass ring on its third
finger.
"Where I wears that ring, gentlemen," he said triumphantly, "he wears a
fine diamond--a reg'lar swell 'un. That morning, when he got into my
cab, he rested his hand a minute on the door, and the light from one o'
the lamps across the street shone full on the stone. Now, then, when
this here Barthorpe was pointed out to me in Orchard Street, a few days
ago, as the nephew of Jacob Herapath, he was talking to another
gentleman, and as they stood there he lighted a cigar, and when he put
his hand up, I see that ring again--no mistaking it, guv'nor! He was
the man. And, from what I've read, it seems to me it was him as put on
his uncle's coat and hat after the old chap was settled, and----"
"If I were you, I'd keep those theories to myself--yet awhile, at any
rate," said Triffitt. "In fact--I want you to. Here!" he went on,
removing the glass and pushing the folded banknotes towards the taxi-cab
driver, "put those in your pocket. And keep your mouth shut about having
seen and told me. I shan't make any use--public use, anyway--of what
you've said, just yet. If the old gentleman, Tertius, comes to you, or
the police come along with or without him, you can tell 'em anything you
like--everything you've told me if you please--it doesn't matter, now.
But you're on no account to tell them that I've seen you and that you've
spilt to me--do you understand?"
The informant understood readily enough, and promised with equal
readiness, even going so far as to say that that would suit him down to
the ground.
"All right," said Triffitt, "keep a still tongue as regards me, and
there'll be another fiver for you. Now, Carver, we'll get."
Outside Triffitt gave his companion's arm a confidential squeeze.
"Things are going well!" he said. "I wasn't a bit surprised at what that
fellow told me--I expected it. What charms me is that Barthorpe
Herapath, who is certainly to be strongly suspected, is in touch with
Burchill--I didn't tell you that I met him on the stairs at Calengrove
Mansions this afternoon. Of course, he was going to see my next-door
neighbour! What about, friend Carver?"
"If you could answer your own last question, we should know something,"
replied Carver.
"We know something as it is," said Triffitt. "Enough for me to tell
Markledew, anyway. I don't see so far into all this, myself, but
Markledew's the sort of chap who can look through three brick walls and
see a mole at work in whatever's behind the third, and he'll see
something in what I tell him, and I'll do the telling as soon as he
comes down tomorrow morning."
Markledew listened to Triffitt's story next day in his usual rapt
silence. The silence remained unbroken for some time after Triffitt had
finished. And eventually Markledew got up from his elbow-chair and
reached for his hat.
"You can come with me," he said. "We'll just ride as far as New Scotland
Yard."
Triffitt felt himself turning pale. New Scotland Yard! Was he then to
share his discoveries with officials? In spite of his awful veneration
for the great man before him he could not prevent two words of
despairing ejaculation escaping from his lips.
"The police!"
"Just so--the police," answered Markledew, calmly. "I mean to work this
in connection with them. No need to alarm yourself, young man--I know
what you're thinking. But you won't lose any 'kudos'--I'm quite
satisfied with you so far. But we can't do without the police--and they
may be glad of even a hint from us. Now run down and get a taxi-cab and
I'll meet you outside."
Triffitt had never been within the mazes of New Scotland Yard in his
life, and had often wished that business would take him there. It was
very soon plain to him, however, that his proprietor knew his way about
the Criminal Investigation Department as well as he knew the _Argus_
office. Markledew was quickly closeted with the high official who had
seen Mr. Halfpenny and Mr. Tertius a few days previously; while they
talked, Triffitt was left to kick his heels in a waiting-room. When he
was eventually called in, he found not only the high official and
Markledew, but another man whose name was presently given to him as
Davidge.
"Mr. Davidge," observed the high official, "is in charge of this case.
Will you just tell him your story?"
It appeared to Triffitt that Mr. Davidge was the least impressionable,
most stolid man he had ever known. Davidge showed no sign of interest;
Triffitt began to wonder if anything could ever surprise him. He
listened in dead silence to all that the reporter had to say; when
Triffitt had finished he looked apathetically at his superior.
"I think, sir, I will just step round to Mr. Halfpenny's office," he
remarked. "Perhaps Mr. Triffitt will accompany me?--then he and I can
have a bit of a talk."
Triffitt looked at Markledew: Markledew nodded his big head.
"Go with him," said Markledew. "Work with him! He knows what he's
after."
Davidge took Triffitt away to Mr. Halfpenny's office--on the way thither
he talked about London fogs, one of which had come down that morning.
But he never mentioned the business in hand until--having left Triffitt
outside while he went in--he emerged from Mr. Halfpenny's room. Then he
took the reporter's arm and led him away, and his manner changed to one
of interest and even enthusiasm.
"Well, young fellow!" he said, leading Triffitt down the street, "you're
the chap I wanted to get hold of!--you're a godsend. And so you really
have a flat next to that occupied by the person whom we'll refer to as
F. B., eh?"
"I have," answered Triffitt, who was full of wonderment.
"Good--good!--couldn't be better!" murmured the detective. "Now then--I
dare say you'd be quite pleased if I called on you at your flat--quietly
and unobtrusively--at say seven o'clock tonight, eh?"
"Delighted!" answered Triffitt. "Of course!"
"Very good," said Davidge. "Then at seven o'clock tonight I shall be
there. In the meantime--not a word. You're curious to know why I'm
coming? All right--keep your curiosity warm till I come--I'll satisfy
it. Tonight, mind, young man--seven, sharp!"
Then he gave Triffitt's arm a squeeze and winked an eye at him, and at
once set off in one direction, while the reporter, mystified and
inquisitive, turned in another.