When he returned to the hotel Foster signed the visitors' book, which
he examined. Daly's name was not there, but the last entry recorded
the arrival of Mr. Forbes and two ladies from Edinburgh, and Foster did
not doubt that this was the party he had seen. He next went to the
smoking-room and choosing a quiet corner, lighted a cigarette. Daly
would probably see his name in the book, but this did not matter,
because he meant to seek an interview with the man. Foster did not
think he had met Graham, which gave him the advantage of being able to
make a surprise attack, since Daly would not know about the documents
he carried.
By and by, however, he began to see the matter in a different light.
Taking it for granted that Daly meant to leave England, it might be
better to let him go. Even if he had not killed Fred Hulton, he had
obviously had something to do with the theft of the bonds, and would be
more afraid of detection in Canada, which would make him easier to deal
with. Besides, his knowledge of Lawrence Featherstone's offense would
be of less use to him there. If Foster could keep him in sight and
sail by the same vessel, he would be able to have the reckoning when he
liked after the ship left port.
On the whole, he thought this the better plan, but resolved to leave
the thing to chance. If Daly met him or saw his name in the book, he
would deal with the fellow then; if not, he would wait until they were
on board ship. When he went in to dinner he chose a place behind a
pillar, where he was not likely to be noticed, and looked carefully
about. The room was large and occupied by a number of guests, but by
and by he saw Daly at a table near its other end. As he had taken a
prominent place, it looked as if he was not afraid of being seen. He
sat facing Foster, but at some distance, with two ladies on the
opposite side. They were fashionably dressed and one was older than
the other, but that was all Foster could distinguish.
He had no ground for thinking Daly noticed him during the meal, and did
not see the man for an hour afterwards. Then finding that he wanted a
railway guide he had left in his room, he went up the stairs and along
a corridor. As he did so, he saw a man and woman some distance in
front. The carpet was thick, and it was obvious that the others did
not hear him, because the man put his arm round his companion's waist.
So far as Foster could see, the girl yielded willingly to his embrace,
and not wishing to overtake them he stopped. Next moment they passed a
lamp and he noted that the man was Daly, though he was unable to
distinguish his companion's face. He, however, thought he would know
her dress again.
Daly's love affairs had nothing to do with him, but in order to save
the girl embarrassment he waited until they opened a door. Foster
imagined it led to a music or drawing-room, but passed without looking
in, and going up a flight of stairs spent some time in his room,
studying the railway guide and a list of steamship sailings. As he
entered the corridor on his way back he saw the girl, who was now
alone, in front. He knew her by her dress and did not mean to overtake
her, but after she had gone a few paces she stopped to pick up
something she had dropped. Since it would look rather marked if he
waited, he went on and was close to her when she heard his steps and
glanced round with a start. Then he stopped as he saw she was the girl
he had first met at Hawick. Although he thought she was embarrassed,
she met him with a smile.
"It looks as if you had got tired of Edinburgh," she remarked. "Did
you stay there long?"
"No," said Foster bluntly. "But I wonder whether you did not know that
I had left?"
"How could I know?" she asked with a look of surprise that he thought
was well done. "Besides, why should I be interested?"
"You seemed to think it better that I should go away. Anyhow, you gave
me a useful hint, which perhaps warrants my doing as much for you."
She hesitated, glancing at an open door close by, and then moved
towards it as if she expected him to follow her. Foster did so and
found himself in a small drawing-room, where she sat down on a sofa and
waited for him to speak. Instead he stood opposite, pondering. The
girl was pretty and fashionably dressed, but he had ground for thinking
some of her friends or relatives were dangerous criminals. It did not,
however, follow that she took part in their plots, and although she
obviously knew something about what was going on, he did not believe
she knew it was connected with the tragedy at Gardner's Crossing. He
admitted that he was perhaps giving way to romantic sentiment, but he
was sorry for the girl and thought her Daly's victim. The fellow was
handsome and must have charm, since he had been able to influence
Carmen, who was strong-willed and clever.
"Well?" she said presently.
"I saw your name in the book, Miss Huntley, and know whom you came
with. I think you ought to go back to Edinburgh at once and must urge
you strongly not to go to Canada."
It was plain that she understood him, for the blood rushed into her
face and he saw that she felt some confusion. This seemed to indicate
that she was not a hardened adventuress.
"To begin with, I am not going to Canada--I did not mean to go," she
said, and her eyes sparkled as she added: "But you are guilty of
intolerable rudeness. Why do you presume to interfere?"
"I suppose I am rude; I'm certainly unconventional. But you gave me
some advice in Edinburgh and I was grateful, because I saw you meant
well. Can't you believe that I mean well, too?"
She gave him a quick, half-puzzled, half-nervous glance, but did not
answer, and he resumed: "Anyhow, you would run a greater risk in Canada
than I did in Edinburgh, and you were rash in coming to Carlisle."
"But I'm not going to Canada!" she broke out.
"Don't you believe me?"
"I suppose I must," said Foster. "But I think you ought to go home."
She laughed, a rather strained laugh. "You are conventional enough to
think I would be safe there. How do you know what kind of a home I
have?"
"I know nothing about it," Foster admitted. "I find you here with a
dangerous companion and dare say I haven't taken a very tactful line in
trying to warn you. That's all."
There was silence for the next few moments and he felt sympathetic as
he watched her disturbed face. Her anger had vanished and he thought
she was grappling with doubt and alarm. In the meantime, he was not
free from embarrassment. It was an awkward business, and he had not
managed it very well. Then she got up and stood looking at him calmly.
"You have gone too far, in one sense, but not far enough in another.
You must be plainer if you want to justify your conduct."
"I see that, but am afraid you'll have to take my honesty for granted,
because I can't tell you anything more, except that the man you came
with is not to be trusted and may involve you in the difficulties that
threaten him. You must think of me as a stranger to whom you tried to
do a good turn and who has showed his gratitude in a clumsy way."
"Then there's nothing more to be said; but I suppose I must admit that
you meant well," she answered, and giving him a level glance moved to
the door.
Foster held it open and after she had gone went down to the
smoking-room. Perhaps he had been rash, but this did not matter. On
the whole, he did not think the girl would tell Daly about his warning,
and if she did, he probably knew already that Foster was at the hotel.
In fact, it was rather significant that they had not met. Still, as
she was not going to Canada, he had not gained much, except perhaps by
exciting her suspicions and so preventing Daly's making some use of her
in his plots. This, however, was not Foster's object, although he
imagined Daly had some practical reason for his philandering. It was
for the girl's sake he had interfered and her attitude puzzled him.
She could not have been altogether unsuspecting, or she would have
bitterly resented his attack upon her lover, but her blush and
confusion showed she had scruples and was rather the prey of a foolish
infatuation than an accomplice. She knew something, but he felt sure
she did not know in what a serious crime her lover was implicated.
Foster, however, would not dwell on this. He hoped she would return to
Edinburgh, but if she did not, he had done his best. He must be ready
to follow Daly in the morning, and going to another garage hired a car
and then warned Pete, whom he had sent to a different hotel. A fast
car would reach Liverpool in five or six hours.
There was only one thing that disturbed him; he had not heard from the
police, but it would be dangerous to disobey an order by telegram,
while if Gordon arrived before Daly left, awkward complications might
arise. Foster, however, could do nothing to prevent this and presently
went to bed.
Getting up in the dark next morning, he went to the garage. The air
was very raw and a fog hung over the town, but one or two electric
lights burned in the gloomy shed, where an attendant was doing
something. Daly's car stood where Foster had last seen it, but the
cover was off the engine and some tools and small springs lay about.
As there was no sign of the driver, it did not look as if Daly meant to
start soon.
"You open early," he said to the attendant. "Nobody seems to be going
away just yet."
"I'm here earlier than I need have been," the man grumbled. "By the
way the fellow who brought me has left his car, he won't be ready for
another hour."
Foster, who had learned what he wanted to know, returned to the hotel
and his breakfast was served in a comer of the big dining-room. He
imagined that Daly had seen it was a bad morning and had not got up as
soon as he meant. The dining-room was cold and only lighted near
Foster's table, which did not look as if anybody else was expected.
"I dare say you'd sooner have people who get up later," he remarked to
the waiter who brought him another dish.
"We serve breakfast when it's wanted, sir, if you order it beforehand."
"I seem to be the only person who has done so this morning."
"So far as I know, sir," the waiter replied. "But there's another man
on early duty."
Foster thought the other waiter would have turned on more lights if he
expected a customer, and as there was no need for hurry ate a good
meal. Day was breaking when he finished and word was brought him that
his car was ready. Going to the office, he paid his bill and asked if
a letter or telegram had arrived. There was nothing for him and he
went to a window that commanded a view of the street. His car stood
close by with Pete inside, but it was some time before Daly's came out
of the garage. Knowing that he could reach the door in a few moments,
Foster waited until the two ladies who had arrived with Daly went down
the steps alone. He could not understand this, but a waiter came up
and said that Miss Huntley would like to see him. When Foster reached
the pavement the girl had got into the car.
"I thought you would be glad to know I am going home," she said.
"Are you going in this car?" Foster asked sharply.
"As far as Hawick," she answered with a twinkle of amusement. "As I am
doing what you urged, I don't see why you should be surprised."
"No," said Foster, "of course not! Well, I really think it was a
useful hint."
"Perhaps so. Thank you, and good-by," she said smiling, and signed to
the driver.
The car rolled away and Foster, watching it speed up the street,
wondered where Daly was, and why the girl had sent for him. It was
possible that she had meant to retire, so to speak, with colors flying
and not to steal away, but he did not understand her amusement, and
feared a Parthian shot. He must find out why Daly did not want the car.
Going back to the office, he asked the clerk: "Can you tell me when Mr.
Forbes will be down for breakfast?"
"He left last night. The porter took his luggage to the twelve o'clock
train."
Foster savagely clenched his fist. He had been cheated; the girl had
warned Daly, who had suspected some danger. Still, Foster did not
think she had told him all and she had taken his advice; but this did
not matter. Daly had gone and he must get upon his track as soon as
possible. Running down the steps, he jumped into the car and told the
man to drive to the station.
The twelve o'clock train went to London, but there was a connection by
which one could reach Liverpool at about four in the morning. It was
now eight o'clock, and Foster walked up and down the platform, growling
at his folly, for a minute or two. Then he ascertained that there was
another train for Liverpool in half an hour which would arrive at noon,
and sending the car away, waited about the office until he could get
tickets. After all, he might find Daly before the steamer sailed.