For a moment Killigrew sat stiffly upright in his chair; then gradually
his body grew limp, his chin sank, his shoulders drooped. "Webb?" he
said dully. "Are you sure, Haggerty?"
"No question about it. Y' see, this Jameson chap writes me a sassy
letter from Liverpool. Spite. Thomas Webb was th' name. What's th'
matter?"
"Haggerty, the very devil is the matter. Thomas Webb, recently a
steward on the _Celtic_, has been my wife's private secretary for
nearly two months."
"Say that again!" gasped Haggerty, bracing himself against the jamb of
the door.
"But I'll wager my right hand that there's some mistake."
"Of all th' gall I ever heard of! Private secretary, an' Miss
Killigrew's sapphires stowed away in his trunk, if he ain't sold 'em
outside th' pawnshops! Will y' gimme a free hand, Mr. Killigrew?"
"I suppose I'll have to."
"All right. On board you draw me a map o' th' rooms an' where Thomas
Webb holds out. I shan't come t' th' house an' meet anybody. While
you folks 'r at supper I'll sneak up t' his room an' see what's in his
trunk. If I don't find 'em, why, I'll come back t' town an' start a
news stand, Forty-second an' Broadway. I'll be on th' yacht at
half-past two. I'm on m' way."
The door behind him closed with a bang. It startled every clerk on the
huge floor. The door to the boss' office did not bang more than once a
year, and that was immediately after the annual meeting of the
directors of the Combined Brazilian Coffees. Who was this potentate
who dared desecrate the honored quiet of this loft?
Haggerty's news hit Killigrew hard. Thomas. There must be a mistake.
He had not studied men all these years without learning to read young
and old with creditable accuracy. Thomas was as easy to read as an
amateur's scorecard; runs were runs, hits were hits, outs were outs.
Why, Thomas wouldn't have stolen an apple from a farmer's
orchard--without permission. What, enter a carriage in a fog, steal a
necklace, and carry it around with him for months? Never in this
world. And private secretary to the very person he had robbed? Of all
the fool situations, this was the cap! Imbecility was written all over
the face of it. It was simply a coincidence in the matter of names.
Yet, steward on the _Celtic_; there was no getting away from that.
There could not have been two Thomas Webbs on board. I'm afraid
Killigrew swore; distant thunder, off behind the hills there. He
struck the desk with his balled fist. He knew it; it was that infernal
opal of Kitty's getting in its deadly work. And what would Kitty say?
What would she do?
He stood up and pulled down the roller-top violently. The crash of it
sent every clerk, bookkeeper and stenographer huddling over his or her
work. Two bangs all in one morning? What had happened to the coffee
market? As a matter of fact, coffee fell off a quarter point between
then and closing; which goes to prove that the stock-market depends
upon its business less in the matter of supply and demand than in
"signs."
On board the yacht Killigrew laid the affair before Crawford.
"What do you believe?"
"I've reached the point," said Crawford, "where I believe in nothing
except this young lady," and he laid his hand over his wife's. "For
ten years I had a valet named Mason. I would have staked my life on
his integrity, his honesty. He turned out to be an accomplished rogue.
Went with me into the wilds of Africa and Persia, through deserts,
swamps, over mountains; tireless, resourceful, dependable; and saved my
life twice. Its knocked a hole in my faith in mankind."
"Listen here," said Haggerty. "Without your knowing it, he always
carried a bunch o' first-class skeleton keys. I'm dead sure he was
working his game all th' time. He came back for them keys, but he
didn't get 'em. He's in New York somewheres. D' y' think y' could
recognize him if y' saw him?"
"Instantly."
"A man can change his looks in two years," said Forbes. "Remember File
Number 113?"
"This is real life, Mort; not a detective story."
"How would you recognise him?"
"That I'm unable to explain. It's what Haggerty here calls a hunch."
Haggerty nodded. "An' if y' depend on 'em y' generally land. I've
made some mistakes in my time, not believing in my hunches. This Webb
business goes t' show. I had a hunch that something was wrong, but
your Webb had such a kid face, th' hunch pulled for him. Well, if y'
ever see Mason again, what'll y' do?"
"I don't know. It's a tough proposition. Somehow or other, I want to
be quits with Mason. I want to wipe out those obligations. If I could
do that, the next time I saw him I'd hand him over."
"You're a sentimental duffer, Crawffy," said the artist, smiling.
"And I shouldn't love him at all if he wasn't," the wife defended.
"But this Webb affair doesn't add up right," said Killigrew morosely.
"There's th' hull game," declared Haggerty. "It's nothing but adding
an' subtracting, this gum-shoe work. Y've got t' keep at it till it
adds right. Y' don't realize, Mr. Crawford, how many times I almost
put my hand on your shoulder; but y' didn't add up right. I shan't go
at Webb like a load o' bricks. I'll nose around first. Take a peek
int' his belongings while you folks keep him busy downstairs. No
sapphires, no Thomas; I'll let it go at that. But how was this man
Jameson t' know anything about sapphires if they wasn't any?"
"I've known Kitty Killigrew ever since she was born," said Killigrew
dryly. "I've yet to see her make a mistake in sizing up a man. She
picks 'em out the way I do, right off the bat. The minute you dodder
about a man or a woman, there's sure to be something' to dodder about.
Good lord! you don't suppose he had a hand in these other burglaries?"
"Can't say 's I do," answered Haggerty, reaching for his lemonade.
"You wait. I'll have it all cleared up by midnight, 'r they'll be a
shake-up at Central t'-morrow. Something's going t' happen; feel it
like a sailor feels a storm when they ain't a cloud anywheres. Now,
let's see what y' know about auction pinochle, Mr. Killigrew. No use
moping."
The yacht dropped anchor off shore at five. The beach was deserted.
Doubtless the guests were catnapping or reading. At the Killigrew
villa one did as one pleased. Mr. and Mrs. Crawford were shown to
their rooms at once, and Haggerty prowled about the stables and garage.
Kitty knocked at Mrs. Crawford's door half an hour later.
Introductions were made at dinner. The Crawfords knew most of Kitty's
guests and so did Forbes, who was very much interested in Lord
Monckton. Here was a romance, if there was any truth at all in the
newspapers. What adventures here and there across the world before the
title fell to him! He looked like one of R. Caton Woodville's drawings
of Indian mutiny officers, with that flowing black beard; very
conspicuous among all these smooth chins. Forbes determined to sketch
him.
He was rather sorry not to see Thomas at the table. Was Haggerty after
him with the third degree? Poor devil! It did not seem possible; yet
all the evidence pointed to Thomas. Why should Jameson say that he had
seen sapphires if he had not? Still, the thing that did not add up was
the position with which Thomas had allied himself to the Killigrews.
Hang it, there was a figure missing. Haggerty was right. A man with
any sympathy had no business man-hunting.
After dinner Crawford sought Forbes. "Have you any fire-arms with you,
Mort?" he whispered.
"A pair of automatics. Why . . ."
"Sh! Please hustle and get them and ask no questions. Hurry!"