The Baron adjusted his eyeglass with shaking fingers. His face now was
waxen-white as he spread out the newspaper upon the table and read the
paragraph word by word.
TERRIBLE CRIME IN THE CITY
Early this morning the body of a man was discovered in a narrow
passageway leading from Crooked Friars to Royal Street, under
circumstances which leave little doubt but that the man’s death was
owing to foul play. The deceased had apparently been stabbed, and had
received several severe blows about the head. He was shabbily dressed
but was well supplied with money, and he was wearing a gold watch and
chain when he was found.
LATER
There appears to be no further doubt but that the man found in the
entry leading from Crooked Friars had been the victim of a particularly
murderous assault. Neither his clothes nor his linen bore any mark by
means of which he could be identified. The body has been removed to the
nearest mortuary, and an inquest will shortly be held.
Streuss looked up from the newspaper and the reality of his surprise
was apparent. He had all the appearance of a man shaken with emotion.
While he looked at his two companions wonderingly, strange thoughts
were forming in his mind.
“Von Behrling dead!” he muttered. “But who—who could have done this?”
“Until this moment,” Bellamy answered dryly, “it was not a matter
concerning which we had any doubt. The only wonder to us was that it
should have been done too late.”
“You mean,” Streuss said slowly, “that he was murdered after he had
completed his bargain with you?”
“Naturally.”
“I suppose,” the Baron continued, “there is no question but that it was
done afterwards? You smile,” he exclaimed, “but what am I to think?
Neither I nor my people had any hand in this deed. How about yours?”
Bellamy shook his head.
“We do not fight that way,” he replied. “I had bought Von Behrling. He
was of no further interest to me. I did not care whether he lived or
died.”
“There is something very strange about this,” the Baron said. “If
neither you nor I were responsible for his death, who was?”
“That I can’t tell you. Perhaps later in the day we shall hear from the
police. It is scarcely the sort of murder which would remain long
undetected, especially as he was robbed of a large sum in bank-notes.”
“Supplied by His Majesty’s Government, I presume?” Streuss remarked.
“Precisely,” Bellamy assented, “and paid to him by me.”
“At any rate,” Streuss said grimly, “we have now no more secrets from
one another. I will ask you one last question. Where is that packet at
the present moment?”
Bellamy raised his eyebrows.
“It is a question,” he declared, “which you could scarcely expect me to
answer.”
“I will put it another way,” Streuss continued. “Supposing you decide
to accept my offer, how long will it be before the packet can be placed
in my hands?”
“If we decide to accept,” Bellamy answered, “there is no reason why
there should be any delay at all.”
Streuss was silent for several moments. His hands were thrust deep down
into the pockets of his overcoat. With eyes fixed upon the tablecloth,
he seemed to be thinking deeply, till presently he raised his head and
looked steadily at Bellamy.
“You are sure that Von Behrling has not fooled you? You are sure that
you have that identical packet?”
“I am absolutely certain that I have,” Bellamy answered, without
flinching.
“Then accept my price and have done with this matter,” Streuss begged.
“I will sign a draft for you here, and I will undertake to bring you
the money, or honor it wherever you say, within twenty-four hours.”
“I cannot decide so quickly,” said Bellamy, shaking his head.
“Mademoiselle Idiale and I must talk together first. I am not sure,” he
added, “whether I might not find a higher bidder.”
Streuss laughed mirthlessly.
“There is little fear of that,” he said. “The papers are of no use
except to us and to England. To England, I will admit that the
foreknowledge of what is to come would be worth much, although the
eventful result would be the same. It is for that reason that I am
here, for that reason that I have made you this offer.”
“Mademoiselle and I must discuss it,” Bellamy declared. “It is not a
matter to be decided upon off-hand. Remember that it is not only the
packet which you are offering to buy, but also my career and my honor.”
“One hundred thousand pounds,” Streuss said slowly. “From your own side
you get nothing—nothing but your beggarly salary and an occasional
reprimand. One hundred thousand pounds is not immense wealth, but it is
something.”
“Your offer is a generous one,” admitted Bellamy, “there is no doubt
about that. On the other hand, I cannot decide without further
consideration. It is a big thing for us, remember. I have worked very
hard for the contents of that packet.”
Once more Streuss felt an uneasy pang of incredulity. After all, was
this Englishman playing with him? So he asked: “You are quite sure that
you have it?”
“There is no means of convincing you of which I care to make use. You
must be content with my word. I have the packet. I paid Von Behrling
for it and he gave it to me with his own hands.”
“I must accept your word,” Streuss declared. “I give you three days for
reflection. Before I go, Mr. Bellamy, forgive me if I refer once more
to this,”—touching the newspaper which still lay upon the table.
“Remember that Rudolph Von Behrling moved about a marked man. Your
spies and mine were most of the time upon his heels. Yet in the end
some third person seems to have intervened. Are you quite sure that you
know nothing of this?”
“Upon my honor,” Bellamy replied, “I have not the slightest information
concerning Von Behrling’s death beyond what you can read there. It was
as great a surprise to me as to you.”
“It is incomprehensible,” Streuss murmured.
“One can only conclude,” Bellamy remarked thoughtfully, “that someone
must have seen him with those notes. There were people moving about in
the little restaurant where we met. The rustle of bank-notes has cost
more than one man his life.
“For the present,” Streuss said, “we must believe that it was so.
Listen to me, both of you. You will be wiser if you do not delay. You
are young people, and the world is before you. With money one can do
everything. Without it, life is but a slavery. The world is full of
beautiful dwelling-places for those who have the means to choose.
Remember, too, that not a soul will ever know of this transaction, if
you should decide to accept my offer.”
“We shall remember all those things,” Bellamy assured him.
Streuss took up his hat and gloves.
“With your permission, then, Mademoiselle,” he concluded, turning to
Louise, “I go. I must try and understand for myself the meaning of this
thing which has happened to Von Behrling.”
“Do not forget,” Bellamy said, “that if you discover anything, we are
equally interested.”...
They heard him go out. Bellamy purposely held the door open until he
saw the lift descend. Then he closed it firmly and came back into the
room. Louise and he looked at each other, their faces full of anxious
questioning.
“What does it mean?” Louise cried. “What can it mean?”
“Heaven alone knows!” Bellamy answered. “There is not a gleam of
daylight. My people are absolutely innocent of any attempt upon Von
Behrling. If Streuss tells the truth, and I believe he does, his people
are in the same position. Who, then, in the name of all that is
miraculous, can have murdered and robbed Von Behrling?”
“In London, too,” Louise murmured. “It is not Vienna, this, or
Belgrade.”
“You are right,” Bellamy agreed. “London is one of the most law-abiding
cities in Europe. Besides, the quarter where the murder occurred is
entirely unfrequented by the criminal classes. It is simply a region of
great banks and the offices of merchant princes.
“Is it possible that there is some one else who knew about that
document?” Louise asked,—“some one else who has been watching Von
Behrling?”
Bellamy shook his head.
“How can that be? Besides, if any one else were really on his track,
they must have believed that he had parted with it to me. I shall go
back now to Downing Street to ask for a letter to the Chief of Scotland
Yard. If anything comes out, I must have plenty of warning.”
“And I,” she said, with an approving nod, “shall go back to bed again.
These days are too strenuous for me. Won’t you stay and take your
coffee with me?”
Bellamy held her hand for a moment in his.
“Dear,” he said, “I would stay, but you understand, don’t you, what a
maze this is into which we have wandered. Von Behrling has been
murdered by some person who seems to have dropped from the skies.
Whoever they may be, they have in their possession my twenty thousand
pounds and the packet which should have been mine. I must trace them if
I can, Louise. It is a poor chance, but I must do my best. I myself am
of the opinion that Von Behrling was murdered for the money, and for
the money only. If so, that packet may be in the hands of people who
have no idea what use to make of it. They may even destroy it. If
Streuss returns and you are forced to see him, be careful. Remember, we
have the document—we are hesitating. So long as he believes that it is
in our possession, he will not look elsewhere.”
“I will be careful,” Louise promised, with her arms around his neck.
“And, dear, take care. When I think of poor Rudolph Von Behrling, I
tremble, also, for you. It seems to me that your danger is no less than
his.”
“I do not go about with twenty thousand pounds in my pocket-book,” with
a smile.
She shook her head.
“No, but Streuss believes that you have the document which he is
pledged to recover. Be careful that they do not lead you into a trap.
They are not above anything, these men. I heard once of a Bulgarian in
Vienna who was tortured—tortured almost to death—before he spoke. Then
they thrust him into a lunatic asylum. Remember, dear, they have no
consciences and no pity.”
“We are in London,” he reminded her.
“So was Von Behrling,” she answered quickly,—“not only in London but in
a safe part of London. Yet he is dead.”
“It was not their doing,” he declared. “In their own country, they have
the whole machinery of their wonderful police system at their backs,
and no fear of the law in their hearts. Here they must needs go
cautiously. I don’t think you need be afraid,” he added, smiling, as he
opened the door. “I think I can promise you that if you will do me the
honor we will sup together to-night.”
“You must fetch me from the Opera House,” Louise insisted. “It is a
bargain. I have suffered enough neglect at your hands. One thing,
David,—where do you go first from here?”
“To find the man,” Bellamy answered gravely, “who was watching Von
Behrling when he left me. If any man in England knows anything of the
murder, it must be he. He should be at my rooms by now.”