Sir Gregory lingered. "I suppose there's nothing to do but wait?" he
said, as the door closed behind Sidney.
"Not much, I'm afraid," replied the detective. "Believe me, I am doing
what is possible, and now that Chark has been talking to the press no
doubt the police, on their side, will do what they can. Did you hear
anything in Grosvenor Street?"
"No," said Sir Gregory, "no one had been there. They had seen no more of
Mr. Chark. But no doubt there will be folks calling to-day. I daresay
the street will be blocked by people wanting to know if what they've
seen in the papers is true. There's plenty of curiosity about. It was
beginning already, from what I could see, when I came away; there were
three or four idlers staring at the house. What they thought they saw in
it, don't ask me. Expect the police soon moved them on. Too much of this
lazy loafing about; I'd soon compel them to do some honest work, if I
had my way."
"And yet you're against compelling them to be trained for the defence of
the country!" murmured Gimblet. "Well, well! Just ordinary loafers, were
they?" he went on.
"That's all," said Sir Gregory, after a moment, during which he glared
fiercely at Gimblet.
"Except one young woman," he continued, as an afterthought. "Poor thing,
she seemed really distressed; but more because she thought she'd never
see her money than on Mrs. Vanderstein's account."
"One of the maidservants?" suggested the detective.
"No, no, I think not. She came up just as I was leaving the house. 'Oh,
sir,' she cried, 'can you tell me if there's any truth in what I've seen
in the papers, about the lady that lives here having disappeared? Surely
it's not true?' She seemed so much concerned that I explained the state
of affairs to her. 'It is true,' I said, 'that the ladies of this house
went out on Monday night, and have not yet come back. But I hope we may
find out where they are at any moment.' To my surprise no sooner had I
said this than she leant back against the door-post as if she were going
to faint or something, devilish ill she looked, poor creature, and then
quite suddenly covered her face with her hands and burst into tears. I
must own," Sir Gregory confessed, "that the sight of so much feeling
exhibited on Mrs. Vanderstein's account moved me considerably. A very
little more and I should have mingled my tears with those of the poor
girl. 'Don't cry, my dear child,' I said, a good deal affected. 'It is
natural that those who care for her should feel anxious and upset, but
we must show a brave face and hope for the best.' Still, in spite of all
I could say, she went on crying, and sobbed very piteously, poor thing;
till at last, on my asking her how it was that she was so anxious about
Mrs. Vanderstein, she managed to regain control of herself, and said in
a doleful tone: 'I'm only a poor girl, sir, and the lady owes us money.
If she is lost it means a great deal to me.' I own I was disappointed,
having thought her distress prompted by affection rather than mercenary
considerations; but people are all alike in this world; self-interest,
Mr. Gimblet, that's the only motive that rules men's actions nowadays.
However, I did my best to comfort her, and told her that whatever
happened Mrs. Vanderstein's bills would not go unpaid. I can't say I
was very successful in my efforts to reassure her and she went off in
the end looking dreadfully woe-begone. 'Pon my word, I never saw such a
miserable, frightened-looking little creature! I didn't like to let her
go without trying to help her in some way, but I hardly knew what to do,
for she didn't look the sort one could offer money to," concluded Sir
Gregory, who had the kindest heart in the world.
"What was she like?" asked Gimblet with a show of interest.
"A shop girl, I should say, but she had a foreign look about her:
a lot of dark hair, and big dark eyes to match, and she was neatly
dressed, trim and tidy. You know the sort of way these French girls get
themselves up, but all in black or some dark colour. Very quiet and
respectable-looking girl. The only thing I thought looked a bit flashy
about her was that she wore a heap of common jewellery, bracelets and
brooches all over, cheap and nasty; and I could see a string of great
beads round her neck under her blouse, imitation pearls as big as
marbles. I was astonished, I must say, at her going in for that sort
of thing, for in other ways she seemed a very nice, quiet girl. Looked
terribly ill, too, poor thing."
"I wonder who she was," said Gimblet. "Do you say she wore her necklace
under her blouse?"
"Yes, I could see it through the muslin or whatever it was she had on.
Some transparent stuff."
"That was rather curious. Girls of that class, who are fond of decking
themselves out with such cheap ornaments, don't generally hide their
finery. It's generally quite on the surface, I think."
"I should think it was unusual," agreed Sir Gregory. "She must have
dressed in a hurry, and done it by mistake; don't you think so?"
Gimblet did not answer. He had been wandering about the room, in an
aimless fashion, and now he paused beside a table and offered Sir
Gregory the contents of a glass jar that stood upon it.
"Have some barley sugar?" he suggested. And, as Sir Gregory indignantly
refused: "One must have a pet vice, and after all, this is my only one,"
said he, putting a large piece into his mouth. But Sir Gregory only
shook his head mournfully and refused to smile.
"I suppose," he said after a moment, with a shamefaced look, "that there
can't be anything in Chark's idea, can there?" His tone was that of one
who pleads to have a disturbing and discreditable doubt utterly removed.
Gimblet remembered the warmth of the baronet's protestations to Sidney,
and suppressed a smile.
"I think we may hope for a solution less shocking than Mr. Chark's,"
he said hopefully. "As for whether his suspicions can have anything in
them or not, I can only say that they are nothing much more than the
wildest of surmises. They amount to this. Mr. Sidney has lost money in
a way disapproved of by Mrs. Vanderstein, and, on appealing to her for
assistance, was met not only by reproaches but by threats that he would
be cut off from his inheritance. On the other hand, Mrs. Vanderstein
is not very much older than her nephew, so that his expectations of
enjoying that inheritance could never be other than extremely remote,
since the lady enjoys the best of health. Mr. Chark does not hesitate to
hint that Sidney may have taken his aunt's life, in order that he may
at once inherit the money of which he is certainly in urgent need. And
if he could contemplate such a deed at all there may be said to be this
further inducement, that in the event of Mrs. Vanderstein remaining
alive she would most likely marry again; when, if she had children, she
would probably--since she has full power over it--leave most if not all
her fortune to them, whatever her late husband's hopes may have been
regarding the disposal of it.
"Chark takes these circumstances and finds in them a motive; he then
takes Mrs. Vanderstein's disappearance and proceeds to infer from that,
that young Sidney has made away with her. His motive may exist, though
it is a question whether such a motive is strong enough to induce so
terrible a crime in a young man of Sidney's class and upbringing, who is
in normal health, and we will presume, for the sake of argument, sane.
But Chark has not, as far as I know, a shadow of evidence on which to
assert that the lady has been injured in any way; and I think any such
conjecture is ridiculous without more to support it; while to suggest
it publicly, as he has done, is quite scandalous. It is still perfectly
possible that Mrs. Vanderstein or Miss Turner received some urgent
message while at the opera, which caused them to leave before the end of
the performance. It may have been an appeal for help from some friend in
trouble, or something involving a certain secrecy of procedure. There
are thousands of possible situations that might arise, to the conduct of
which privacy would be essential. Wait, Sir Gregory, at least to see if
we get an answer to our advertisements, before allowing your imagination
to follow headlong in the wake of Mr. Chark's speculations."