A RAT IN A CORNER
The next day Giles returned to Rickwell with Steel. The detective could
not leave town before, as he had to procure a warrant for the arrest of
Alfred Denham, alias Wilson, alias George Franklin, and half a dozen
other names. The man was to be arrested for various robberies connected
with the gang of thieves, of which he was the head. Search was being
made by the police for _The Red Cross_ yacht, but evidently the gang had
taken alarm, for she had disappeared. It was Steel's opinion that she
was down Plymouth way, sailing round the Devonshire coast, and the
police in that county were on the lookout.
"Once I can get that ship," explained Steel to Giles when in the train,
"and their claws will be cut. They have escaped for a long time, so
ingenious have their methods been. But I have accumulated a mass of
evidence, and have several names known to the police. Yes, and several
names of people not known. There are about twenty thieves, professional
and amateur, connected with this matter. It is a big affair. But I'll
get the yacht, and then Denham. That will be the means of laying bare
the whole swindle."
"Which? Denham or the yacht?"
"Each! both! If the police can seize the boat unexpectedly, some
incriminating papers are sure to be found on board. And if I can arrest
Denham, I'll soon get the truth out of him."
"I don't believe he can tell the truth, even if forced to," said Ware
grimly. "You have no idea how that man has cheated me, Steel," and then
Giles related the eavesdropping of himself and Morley.
"I don't know how Denham got to know," he continued, "but the tale he
told about the invented brother was his own history, and quite deceived
me and Morley. Also that soliloquy after Mrs. Benker departed was a
masterly conception. It would have cheated any one, let alone me. The
man was acting for the benefit of myself and Morley, and knew we were
listening. What a clever scoundrel!"
"He's been a little too clever this time," replied Steel; then he began
to laugh, but refused to explain why he did so, save in a general way.
"This is the queerest case I was ever in," he said, with a chuckle; "you
don't know how queer."
"Well, you explain. I think you are keeping something from me."
"I am," answered Steel readily. "Tit for tat, Mr. Ware. You did a little
business on your own account, and said nothing to me. I repay the
compliment."
"I was afraid you would arrest Miss Denham."
"You mean Miss Franklin. No, I should not have done that. My
investigations into this thieving case have shown me that she is
perfectly innocent. She knows nothing about Denham's rascalities, and
she certainly did not commit the murder."
"Are you so sure that Dane is the culprit?" asked Giles.
"Yes, I am sure. He was at Gravesend on board that yacht, and when the
so-called Wilson came by train from London, Dane rode over from Tilbury
on a motor-bicycle. They met on that night, and then I expect Denham
induced Dane to murder the girl. Afterwards Dane went back to Tilbury as
he came, and Denham induced his daughter to rescue him on your motor."
"But why should he get Anne to do that?"
"Because he saw that he had been wrong in forcing Dane to do what he
did. Dane was too hasty. He should have waited till Denham was a safe
distance away, and then have executed the deed. As it was I believe that
Denham came out to find the girl dead, and knowing he might be accused,
lost his head. Otherwise he certainly would not have betrayed himself to
Miss Anne. She, believing him to be her father, secured the car and
saved him. A very clever woman, Mr. Ware. I hope you will ask me to the
wedding."
"How do you know it will ever take place?" asked Giles sadly.
"Because I am sure we shall find Miss Anne in the Priory. I shall arrest
Denham, and you can place the lady in charge of some friend, or send her
up to her mother, the Princess Karacsay. By the way, how does she come
to be the mother?"
"It's a long story. The Princess was married twice, first to George
Franklin, of Jamaica, and secondly to Prince Karacsay. But how do you
know that when Morley arrived with Anne that Denham did not take fright
and fly?"
"I don't think Morley would let him do that. It is probable that Miss
Anne would tell him what she knew, and there would be quite enough
suspicion excited in Morley's mind to induce him to communicate with
me."
"Has he done so?"
"Well, no, he hasn't. But then, he's a detective also, you see, and his
professional jealousy, even although he has retired, may induce him to
engineer this business himself. But he shan't have the credit of it
after all my work," cried Steel vehemently.
Then the detective began to turn over his notes, so as to prepare for
the coming interview with Denham. Giles gave himself up to his own
thoughts, and rejoiced that he would soon see Anne again. Her character
would be cleared, and then she would become his wife. Ware was much
relieved that Olga had overcome her foolish fancy for him, but he could
not be sure if her cure was permanent. When she excused herself, she was
weak and exhausted, and he dreaded lest when she recovered she should
begin to persecute him again. But after all, as he reflected, it really
did not much matter. The future of Anne was taken out of her hands, and
the Princess Karacsay would not permit Olga to play fast and loose with
Anne's happiness.
Giles remembered how Olga had told him that Anne was at school at
Hampstead, but had not said a word about the convent at Milan. No doubt
Anne, when she first came to England, had gone for a few finishing
lessons to the Hampstead school, for there she had met Mrs. Cairns.
Still, Olga all the time had known much more of Anne's history than she
had chosen to tell. And if the Princess Karacsay had not been so candid,
Ware doubted very much if Olga would have confessed her relationship
with Anne. Yet on second thought he fancied he might be doing the
Hungarian sister wrong. In spite of her proposed treachery, she was
really fond of Anne, and perhaps would not have delivered her up to the
police. In fact, after she brought her mother over to unmask Denham,
and had thus made her aware of Anne's existence, she could not do that
without provoking her mother's undying enmity. On the whole, Olga was
something of a problem, and although Giles wished to think of her as
kindly as he could, he determined to see as little of her as was
possible after the marriage. He did not trust her. There was too much of
the untamed tigress about the girl.
When the train arrived at Barnham, a trap ordered by Giles was waiting
to take them to Rickwell. On the platform Steel was met by a local
policeman who seemed to be much excited. "I have acted according to your
instructions, sir," he said, touching his helmet.
"Well," said Steel sharply while Giles lingered to listen--for
everything the detective said was interesting to him; he still doubted
his intentions regarding Anne--"did Mr. Morley bring down Miss Denham?"
"No, sir," was the unexpected answer. "Mr. Morley has not come back
since he went up to town two nights ago. He went by the nine train."
"The same train as I went by," interposed Giles.
"Are you sure?" said Steel, and Giles fancied he saw a smile play round
his rather full lips.
"Yes, sir. Mr. Morley on the evening he went away called at the Priory
and had a quarrel with Mr. Franklin, sir. They came to blows, sir, and
Mr. Franklin's leg is broken."
"Then he has not left Rickwell?"
"No, sir. He's laid up with the broken leg and his daughter is nursing
him. He's awful bad, I've been told, sir, by Mrs. Parry."
Giles could not help laughing at the introduction of the good lady's
name. She seemed to be mixed up with everything. He could not be sorry
for Denham, as he was only meeting with his deserts. "But Anne--where
can she be?" he asked Steel, as they stepped into the cart.
"I wish I knew," said Steel gloomily. "I had an idea that Morley was
playing me false."
"Do you think he is in league with Denham?"
"I am sure of it. That is the portion of the case of which I have not
spoken to you. You'll hear what Denham says. Now that Morley has left
him in the lurch Denham will reveal Morley's connection with these
matters. But Morley has secured a hostage in the person of Miss Anne. He
has taken her away somewhere. His wife may know of his whereabouts.
After we have seen Denham we'll speak of her."
"Since when have you had suspicions of Morley?"
"Since I investigated this Scarlet Cross case. I have found one or two
of the gang who, like Dane, are willing to turn King's evidence to save
themselves. It was one of them called Scott who told me of Dane's coming
on the motor-bicycle to Rickwell. But later on you shall hear all. Let
me round off the case by arresting Denham." Here Steel scratched his
head and smiled ruefully. "But I fear the case will not be finished till
Morley is caught, and where am I to look for him? I wish I had had him
watched. He has been too clever for me. I might have known. As Joe Bart
he was one of the smartest detectives in London."
After this speech Steel began to think, and as he seemed impatient of
interruption, Giles said nothing. In due time they arrived at the door
of the Priory. It was close on five o'clock. Steel rang the bell, and as
he did so a couple of policemen came round the corner for orders. Steel
told them to wait in the hall while he saw Denham. "I don't think he can
show fight with a broken leg," said Steel grimly.
As he spoke the door opened. Portia with her freckled face swollen with
weeping appeared. She did not seem astonished at the sight of the men in
uniform. Perhaps she had seen them lurking in the neighborhood and knew
what to expect.
"Come in," she said sullenly to Steel and his companion. "My father
expects you."
"Who told him I was coming?" asked Steel.
"I don't know," she answered, and led the way up the stairs. On the
landing she turned viciously. "If father had not broken his leg, you
would not have found us here," she declared.
"I quite believe that," retorted Steel.
"And you needn't have brought those beasts of men," continued the girl,
with a glance at the police in the hall. "We are all alone. Dowse and
his wife and daughter ran away whenever they heard there was trouble."
"Oh, they are mixed up in this affair also."
"I don't know. I shan't say anything, for I don't know nothing."
She sullenly led the way through a long corridor and opened the door of
a sitting-room. Here on a sofa with a small table at his elbow lay
Denham. His leg was swathed in bandages, and he wore a loose
dressing-gown. As they entered he laid down a book and looked at them.
His face was worn, his hair was quite grey, but the brilliance of his
eyes were undimmed, and he spoke in a masterful manner.
"Here you are, Steel," he said coolly. "Got the warrant?"
"How do you know I have a warrant?" asked the other, taken aback.
"I knew you would find out the truth the moment Mrs. Franklin, or
rather, I should say the Princess Karacsay, discovered me. She has told
you all and has put you on my track."
"Dane put me on your track."
"Dane? Well, I'm not surprised. He's a scoundrel. King's evidence, I
suppose? I'll defeat him, Steel. Take a seat and I'll tell you all about
myself."
Very much surprised at this calmness the two men sat down. Denham waved
his daughter out of the room. She was unwilling to go, but a glance sent
her away. When she closed the door Denham turned to Giles.
"When you marry Anne, Mr. Ware," said he, "ask her to look after my poor
daughter."
"How do you know I shall ever marry Anne?"
"Because you are a determined man. Men like you usually do get their own
way. You intend to marry Anne Franklin and you will. But Portia has been
good to Anne, and when I am in prison I hope Anne will take care of
her."
"I'll see to that," said Giles. "I don't believe that the sins of the
father should be visited on the children. Do you know where Anne has got
to? She went away with Morley."
At the sound of this name Denham's face grew black. "I wish I knew where
Morley is," he said vehemently. "I would give him up to the police with
pleasure. On the evening of the day Anne escaped he came here with his
wife. When she left he had a quarrel with me, saying I had done wrong in
letting Anne go. We fought, and he threw me down the stairs. My leg is
broken, and so I could not get away from the police. Well, I give myself
up. It is rather hard after I have done so much to get the money I
wanted."
"Even to committing a murder," said Steel.
"No," said Denham decisively; "I did not kill Daisy Kent. She was
murdered by--but I'll tell you that later. In the meantime, Mr. Ware,
tell me what the Princess told you, and I'll supply the details she
doubtless has omitted. Then Steel can follow with his tale."
Giles had no hesitation in complying with this request. He narrated his
connection with Olga and the story told by her mother. Also he detailed
how he had confided in Morley, thinking him an honorable man. This was
the only time when Denham smiled, and he did smile derisively. However,
he did not interrupt, but when Giles was finished looked at Steel. That
gentleman gave a history of his doings and discoveries. He omitted all
mention of Morley. Denham noted this.
"I see you have left something for me to tell," he said. "Well, as I am
like a rat in a corner, I must give in. The end has come, and I don't
know that I am sorry. I have had a very uneasy life of it since I left
Jamaica. And, as usual, it was a woman who ruined me."
"Not the Princess Karacsay," said Giles quickly.
"Yes. You heard her version of the story, now hear mine. She led me on,
she behaved badly, she----"
"I don't believe you. I won't listen."
"Very good. Then we will take up the story from the time I came to
Milan," replied Denham coolly. "Anne was with me, and I treated her
well. She never knew anything of my inner life, and always thought me a
good man. I rather prided myself in keeping her in that belief."
"Dane said that you behaved very well," said Steel.
Denham nodded ironically. "I am much obliged for the good opinion of
such a scoundrel," he said. "Well, you know how I treated Anne. When she
became a governess she left me to follow out my idea of making money. I
bought a yacht, and invented the Society of the Scarlet Cross. For a
time all went well. Then I was foolish enough when robbing the safe of
Lady Summersdale to drop a cross--a red cross. It was found by Bart--I
mean Morley, who was the detective."
"You can call him Bart," said Giles. "Steel told me it was his name."
"I prefer to call him Morley, since by that name I know him best," was
Denham's retort. "As I say, he discovered the red cross. He had charge
of the case, and he traced me by that ornament. He got to know of the
yacht and of the working of the gang. Instead of arresting us all, which
he could have done, he agreed to join us."
"I thought so!" cried Steel, slapping his thigh. "I guessed this."
"Did you offer him any inducement?" asked Giles.
"Yes. At first he was bent on breaking up the gang and putting me in
jail. But I remembered how Walpole had said that every man had his
price. I ascertained Morley's. It was ease and comfort and plenty of
money to gamble with."
"Did he gamble?" asked Ware, starting.
"He ruined himself with gambling," replied Denham. "If it had not been
for his indulgence in that vice, he would not have joined our society,
Mr. Ware. However, he did. I told him of the Powell money, and said that
when I got it I would share it with him. Franklin was drowned; I had his
papers, and knew all about his life, and there was no difficulty in my
proving myself to be the man. I did so, and now have the money."
"But the price of Daisy's death was----"
"I'm coming to that," interrupted Denham impatiently. "Well, Morley
joined us. His professional information helped us to improve our
business. He made me give back Lady Summersdale's jewels, so that his
professional reputation might be preserved. He was highly complimented
on getting the swag back," added Denham, smiling ironically, "but the
thieves unfortunately escaped."
"And he was hand in glove with the lot of you," said Steel, almost with
admiration. "I always said Joe Bart was clever."
"He was too clever for me," said Denham, shifting his position, and
sighing with the pain of his leg. However, with iron resolution he
continued. "But I'll punish him yet. Well, to make a long story short,
Morley retired from the force and married a widow. She had money. He
spent all she had. He got his percentage from our society, and spent
that also. He was always gambling, and took runs up to town to lose his
money in a private hell he knew of. Afterwards he got into difficulties,
and began to yearn for the Powell money. It was because Daisy Kent was
to inherit it that he induced her father to appoint him her guardian."
"And for that reason he settled in Rickwell."
"Yes. Kent had known Mrs. Morley for many years, and it was she who was
the guardian. When he married Mrs. Morley our friend settled in
Rickwell, so that his wife might renew her friendship with Kent and get
the girl. It all came about as he designed, and Daisy Kent lived at The
Elms. Morley thought he would sell me, and when the girl got the money,
by using his influence to induce her to give it to him, I believe he was
capable of killing his wife and of marrying Daisy. But that scheme was
stopped by the fact that Daisy was engaged to you, Ware."
"I am thankful that she was," said Giles, wiping his face. "What a devil
the man is!"
"He is a clever man," replied Denham coolly, "but he was not
sufficiently clever to get the better of Daisy Kent. What she found
out, or how he treated her, I don't know; but she took a violent hatred
to him. He knew she would not give him the money when she got it, and
so----"
"Stop!" cried Ware. "Do you mean to say Morley killed the girl?"
"No. I wish I could say so. But he was in his house all the time. He is
innocent enough. I'll tell you about that later. At present let me go on
with the story. I heard by cable from Australia that Powell was dead,
and then I feigned death to get rid of Anne. I came to England, and, as
Wilson, heard about the will, and afterwards served the summons."
"Why did you serve the summons?"
"I simply wanted to see Morley without suspicion being excited. I saw
him in the library. He told me that he had ordered the yacht to anchor
off Gravesend and that Dane was coming to tell him when it was there. He
then asked me to kill Daisy Kent, saying I could get the fortune when
she was dead."
Denham paused, and wiped his face.
"I don't pretend to be a good man," he said, "but I declined to murder
the girl. While we were arguing Anne entered. When she saw me she nearly
fainted, as she thought I was dead. She recognized me."
"Yes," put in Giles, "but she said she didn't speak to you."
"But she did. Morley knew then that she was Franklin's daughter, and, if
Daisy died, the rightful owner of the money. I expect that is why he had
decoyed her away. Well, I made Anne agree to be silent, promising her an
explanation the next day. She left the room. I went away, and afterwards
to church. I wished to see Daisy and warn her against Morley. I passed a
note saying that I desired to see her about the money. She went out. I
followed shortly. It was snowing heavily when I got out. I heard a cry,
and rushed in its direction. It came from the grave of Kent. Daisy was
lying there dead. I saw a man dash away----"
"Who was he?" asked Steel and Giles simultaneously.
"I believe, from the glimpse I caught, he was Dane."
"I thought so," said Steel triumphantly.
"Yes, Dane killed the girl. I expect Morley put him up to it. I lost my
head. I knew that to save himself that Morley would accuse me. I rushed
forward. Anne came out. I hurriedly explained, and then----"
"We know," interrupted Giles, "you bolted on my motor-car. Tell us how
you got the money."
"Oh, I appeared as Franklin, and saw Asher. I produced my papers, and
was put into formal possession of the money. Morley insisted that I
should live down here, under his eye. I could not refuse. He has drained
me of nearly every penny. Then, when trouble began, he made use of his
position here to warn me of what was going on."
"He made a fool of me," said Giles grimly. "I told him everything, and
you played that nice little comedy in the park."
"With Mrs. Benker?" Denham smiled. "Yes; and the soliloquy was my own
idea. I knew that would impose on you."
"Morley swindled me also," said Steel, with gloom. "Clever man!"
"You said that before," remarked Denham dryly. "However, when Anne's
mother appeared I knew the game was up. She made me promise to send Anne
to her, so I had to let her go."
"Why did you blame Anne for the murder?"
"I wanted to stop your prying into matters which did not concern you,"
snarled the man savagely. "It was you who started all this infernal
business. But it's all over. You can arrest me as soon as you like,
Steel, and if you can catch Morley I'll willingly stand in the dock
beside him."
As he said this the door opened. There was a noise outside. Portia was
trying to keep some one back, but the man forced his way past her and
into the room. It was Trim, and he presented a letter to his master.
"Beg pardon, sir, but I heard you were here, and there's a letter came
this morning marked 'Immediate.' I wanted to start for town, but when I
heard you were here I came over, and this young woman's been trying to
keep me out, to say nothing of them police below."
Giles opened the letter hastily. Something fell with a silvery ring on
the floor. Steel picked it up. "What's this?" he asked wonderingly--"a
coin with precious stones!"
"Anne's Edward VII. half-sovereign," shouted Giles. "This is from her."
The letter, written in pencil, merely said, "Prisoner--yacht--Bilbao."
"Steel," cried Giles, "Morley has taken her to Bilbao! We follow."