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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN THE FOG ***
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+Produced by Eric Eldred
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+
+IN THE FOG
+
+BY
+
+Richard Harding Davis
+
+
+First published MCMI
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+
+The Grill is the club most difficult of access in the world. To be
+placed on its rolls distinguishes the new member as greatly as though
+he had received a vacant Garter or had been caricatured in "Vanity
+Fair."
+
+Men who belong to the Grill Club never mention that fact. If you were
+to ask one of them which clubs he frequents, he will name all save
+that particular one. He is afraid if he told you he belonged to the
+Grill, that it would sound like boasting.
+
+The Grill Club dates back to the days when Shakespeare's Theatre stood
+on the present site of the "Times" office. It has a golden Grill which
+Charles the Second presented to the Club, and the original manuscript
+of "Tom and Jerry in London," which was bequeathed to it by Pierce
+Egan himself. The members, when they write letters at the Club, still
+use sand to blot the ink.
+
+The Grill enjoys the distinction of having blackballed, without
+political prejudice, a Prime Minister of each party. At the same
+sitting at which one of these fell, it elected, on account of his
+brogue and his bulls, Quiller, Q. C., who was then a penniless
+barrister.
+
+When Paul Preval, the French artist who came to London by royal
+command to paint a portrait of the Prince of Wales, was made an
+honorary member--only foreigners may be honorary members--he said,
+as he signed his first wine card, "I would rather see my name on that,
+than on a picture in the Louvre."
+
+At which. Quiller remarked, "That is a devil of a compliment, because
+the only men who can read their names in the Louvre to-day have been
+dead fifty years."
+
+On the night after the great fog of 1897 there were five members in
+the Club, four of them busy with supper and one reading in front of
+the fireplace. There is only one room to the Club, and one long table.
+At the far end of the room the fire of the grill glows red, and, when
+the fat falls, blazes into flame, and at the other there is a broad
+bow window of diamond panes, which looks down upon the street. The
+four men at the table were strangers to each other, but as they picked
+at the grilled bones, and sipped their Scotch and soda, they conversed
+with such charming animation that a visitor to the Club, which does
+not tolerate visitors, would have counted them as friends of long
+acquaintance, certainly not as Englishmen who had met for the first
+time, and without the form of an introduction. But it is the etiquette
+and tradition of the Grill, that whoever enters it must speak with
+whomever he finds there. It is to enforce this rule that there is but
+one long table, and whether there are twenty men at it or two, the
+waiters, supporting the rule, will place them side by side.
+
+For this reason the four strangers at supper were seated together,
+with the candles grouped about them, and the long length of the table
+cutting a white path through the outer gloom.
+
+"I repeat," said the gentleman with the black pearl stud, "that the
+days for romantic adventure and deeds of foolish daring have passed,
+and that the fault lies with ourselves. Voyages to the pole I do not
+catalogue as adventures. That African explorer, young Chetney, who
+turned up yesterday after he was supposed to have died in Uganda, did
+nothing adventurous.  He made maps and explored the sources of rivers.
+He was in constant danger, but the presence of danger does not
+constitute adventure. Were that so, the chemist who studies high
+explosives, or who investigates deadly poisons, passes through
+adventures daily. No, 'adventures are for the adventurous.' But one no
+longer ventures. The spirit of it has died of inertia. We are grown
+too practical, too just, above all, too sensible. In this room, for
+instance, members of this Club have, at the sword's point, disputed
+the proper scanning of one of Pope's couplets.  Over so weighty a
+matter as spilled Burgundy on a gentleman's cuff, ten men fought
+across this table, each with his rapier in one hand and a candle in
+the other. All ten were wounded. The question of the spilled Burgundy
+concerned but two of them. The eight others engaged because they were
+men of 'spirit.' They were, indeed, the first gentlemen of the day.
+To-night, were you to spill Burgundy on my cuff, were you even to
+insult me grossly, these gentlemen would not consider it incumbent
+upon them to kill each other. They would separate us, and to-morrow
+morning appear as witnesses against us at Bow Street. We have here
+to-night, in the persons of Sir Andrew and myself, an illustration of
+how the ways have changed."
+
+The men around the table turned and glanced toward the gentleman in
+front of the fireplace. He was an elderly and somewhat portly person,
+with a kindly, wrinkled countenance, which wore continually a smile of
+almost childish confidence and good-nature. It was a face which the
+illustrated prints had made intimately familiar. He held a book from
+him at arm's-length, as if to adjust his eyesight, and his brows were
+knit with interest.
+
+"Now, were this the eighteenth century," continued the gentleman with
+the black pearl, "when Sir Andrew left the Club to-night I would have
+him bound and gagged and thrown into a sedan chair. The watch would
+not interfere, the passers-by would take to their heels, my hired
+bullies and ruffians would convey him to some lonely spot where we
+would guard him until morning. Nothing would come of it, except added
+reputation to myself as a gentleman of adventurous spirit, and
+possibly an essay in the 'Tatler,' with stars for names, entitled, let
+us say, 'The Budget and the Baronet.'"
+
+"But to what end, sir?" inquired the youngest of the members. "And why
+Sir Andrew, of all persons--why should you select him for this
+adventure?"
+
+The gentleman with the black pearl shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"It would prevent him speaking in the House to-night. The Navy
+Increase Bill," he added gloomily. "It is a Government measure, and
+Sir Andrew speaks for it. And so great is his influence and so large
+his following that if he does"--the gentleman laughed ruefully--"if he
+does, it will go through. Now, had I the spirit of our ancestors," he
+exclaimed, "I would bring chloroform from the nearest chemist's and
+drug him in that chair. I would tumble his unconscious form into a
+hansom cab, and hold him prisoner until daylight. If I did, I would
+save the British taxpayer the cost of five more battleships, many
+millions of pounds."
+
+The gentlemen again turned, and surveyed the baronet with freshened
+interest. The honorary member of the Grill, whose accent already had
+betrayed him as an American, laughed softly.
+
+"To look at him now," he said, "one would not guess he was deeply
+concerned with the affairs of state."
+
+The others nodded silently.
+
+"He has not lifted his eyes from that book since we first entered,"
+added the youngest member. "He surely cannot mean to speak to-night."
+
+"Oh, yes, he will speak," muttered the one with the black pearl
+moodily.  "During these last hours of the session the House sits late,
+but when the Navy bill comes up on its third reading he will be in his
+place--and he will pass it."
+
+The fourth member, a stout and florid gentleman of a somewhat sporting
+appearance, in a short smoking-jacket and black tie, sighed enviously.
+
+"Fancy one of us being as cool as that, if he knew he had to stand up
+within an hour and rattle off a speech in Parliament. I 'd be in a
+devil of a funk myself. And yet he is as keen over that book he's
+reading as though he had nothing before him until bedtime."
+
+"Yes, see how eager he is," whispered the youngest member. "He does
+not lift his eyes even now when he cuts the pages. It is probably an
+Admiralty Report, or some other weighty work of statistics which bears
+upon his speech."
+
+The gentleman with the black pearl laughed morosely.
+
+"The weighty work in which the eminent statesman is so deeply
+engrossed," he said, "is called 'The Great Rand Robbery.' It is a
+detective novel, for sale at all bookstalls."
+
+The American raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
+
+"'The Great Rand Robbery'?" he repeated incredulously. "What an odd
+taste!"
+
+"It is not a taste, it is his vice," returned the gentleman with the
+pearl stud. "It is his one dissipation. He is noted for it. You, as a
+stranger, could hardly be expected to know of this idiosyncrasy. Mr.
+Gladstone sought relaxation in the Greek poets, Sir Andrew finds his
+in Gaboriau. Since I have been a member of Parliament I have never
+seen him in the library without a shilling shocker in his hands. He
+brings them even into the sacred precincts of the House, and from the
+Government benches reads them concealed inside his hat. Once started
+on a tale of murder, robbery, and sudden death, nothing can tear him
+from it, not even the call of the division bell, nor of hunger, nor
+the prayers of the party Whip. He gave up his country house because
+when he journeyed to it in the train he would become so absorbed in
+his detective stories that he was invariably carried past his
+station." The member of Parliament twisted his pearl stud nervously,
+and bit at the edge of his mustache. "If it only were the first pages
+of 'The Rand Robbery' that he were reading," he murmured bitterly,
+"instead of the last! With such another book as that, I swear I could
+hold him here until morning. There would be no need of chloroform to
+keep him from the House."
+
+The eyes of all were fastened upon Sir Andrew, and each saw with
+fascination that with his forefinger he was now separating the last
+two pages of the book. The member of Parliament struck the table
+softly with his open palm.
+
+"I would give a hundred pounds," he whispered, "if I could place in
+his hands at this moment a new story of Sherlock Holmes--a thousand
+pounds," he added wildly--"five thousand pounds!"
+
+The American observed the speaker sharply, as though the words bore to
+him some special application, and then at an idea which apparently had
+but just come to him, smiled in great embarrassment.
+
+Sir Andrew ceased reading, but, as though still under the influence of
+the book, sat looking blankly into the open fire. For. a brief space
+no one moved until the baronet withdrew his eyes and, with a sudden
+start of recollection, felt anxiously for his watch. He scanned its
+face eagerly, and scrambled to his feet.
+
+The voice of the American instantly broke the silence in a high,
+nervous accent.
+
+"And yet Sherlock Holmes himself," he cried, "could not decipher the
+mystery which to-night baffles the police of London."
+
+At these unexpected words, which carried in them something of the tone
+of a challenge, the gentlemen about the table started as suddenly as
+though the American had fired a pistol in the air, and Sir Andrew
+halted abruptly and stood observing him with grave surprise.
+
+The gentleman with the black pearl was the first to recover.
+
+"Yes, yes," he said eagerly, throwing himself across the table. "A
+mystery that baffles the police of London.
+
+"I have heard nothing of it. Tell us at once, pray do--tell us at
+once."
+
+The American flushed uncomfortably, and picked uneasily at the
+tablecloth.
+
+"No one but the police has heard of it," he murmured, "and they only
+through me. It is a remarkable crime, to, which, unfortunately, I am
+the only person who can bear witness. Because I am the only witness, I
+am, in spite of my immunity as a diplomat, detained in London by the
+authorities of Scotland Yard. My name," he said, inclining his head
+politely, "is Sears, Lieutenant Ripley Sears of the United States
+Navy, at present Naval Attache to the Court of Russia. Had I not been
+detained to-day by the police I would have started this morning for
+Petersburg."
+
+The gentleman with the black pearl interrupted with so pronounced an
+exclamation of excitement and delight that the American stammered and
+ceased speaking.
+
+"Do you hear, Sir Andrew!" cried the member of Parliament jubilantly.
+"An American diplomat halted by our police because he is the only
+witness of a most remarkable crime--_the_ most remarkable crime, I
+believe you said, sir," he added, bending eagerly toward the naval
+officer, "which has occurred in London in many years."
+
+The American moved his head in assent and glanced at the two other
+members. They were looking doubtfully at him, and the face of each
+showed that he was greatly perplexed.
+
+Sir Andrew advanced to within the light of the candles and drew a
+chair toward him.
+
+"The crime must be exceptional indeed," he said, "to justify the
+police in interfering with a representative of a friendly power. If I
+were not forced to leave at once, I should take the liberty of asking
+you to tell us the details."
+
+The gentleman with the pearl pushed the chair toward Sir Andrew, and
+motioned him to be seated.
+
+"You cannot leave us now," he exclaimed. "Mr. Sears is just about to
+tell us of this remarkable crime."
+
+He nodded vigorously at the naval officer and the American, after
+first glancing doubtfully toward the servants at the far end of the
+room, leaned forward across the table. The others drew their chairs
+nearer and bent toward him. The baronet glanced irresolutely at his
+watch, and with an exclamation of annoyance snapped down the lid.
+"They can wait," he muttered. He seated himself quickly and nodded at
+Lieutenant Sears.
+
+"If you will be so kind as to begin, sir," he said impatiently.
+
+"Of course," said the American, "you understand that I understand that
+I am speaking to gentlemen. The confidences of this Club are
+inviolate.  Until the police give the facts to the public press, I
+must consider you my confederates. You have heard nothing, you know no
+one connected with this mystery. Even I must remain anonymous."
+
+The gentlemen seated around him nodded gravely.
+
+"Of course," the baronet assented with eagerness, "of course."
+
+"We will refer to it," said the gentleman with the black pearl, "as
+'The Story of the Naval Attache.'"
+
+"I arrived in London two days ago," said the American, "and I engaged
+a room at the Bath Hotel. I know very few people in London, and even
+the members of our embassy were strangers to me. But in Hong Kong I
+had become great pals with an officer in your navy, who has since
+retired, and who is now living in a small house in Rutland Gardens
+opposite the Knights-bridge barracks. I telegraphed him that I was in
+London, and yesterday morning I received a most hearty invitation to
+dine with him the same evening at his house. He is a bachelor, so we
+dined alone and talked over all our old days on the Asiatic Station,
+and of the changes which had come to us since we had last met there.
+As I was leaving the next morning for my post at Petersburg, and had
+many letters to write, I told him, about ten o'clock, that I must get
+back to the hotel, and he sent out his servant to call a hansom.
+
+"For the next quarter of an hour, as we sat talking, we could hear the
+cab whistle sounding violently from the doorstep, but apparently with
+no result.
+
+"'It cannot be that the cabmen are on strike,' my friend said, as he
+rose and walked to the window.
+
+"He pulled back the curtains and at once called to me.
+
+"'You have never seen a London fog, have you?' he asked. 'Well, come
+here. This is one of the best, or, rather, one of the worst, of them.'
+I joined him at the window, but I could see nothing. Had I not known
+that the house looked out upon the street I would have believed that I
+was facing a dead wall. I raised the sash and stretched out my head,
+but still I could see nothing. Even the light of the street lamps
+opposite, and in the upper windows of the barracks, had been smothered
+in the yellow mist. The lights of the room in which I stood penetrated
+the fog only to the distance of a few inches from my eyes.
+
+"Below me the servant was still sounding his whistle, but I could
+afford to wait no longer, and told my friend that I would try and find
+the way to my hotel on foot. He objected, but the letters I had to
+write were for the Navy Department, and, besides, I had always heard
+that to be out in a London fog was the most wonderful experience, and
+I was curious to investigate one for myself.
+
+"My friend went with me to his front door, and laid down a course for
+me to follow. I was first to walk straight across the street to the
+brick wall of the Knightsbridge Barracks. I was then to feel my way
+along the wall until I came to a row of houses set back from the
+sidewalk. They would bring me to a cross street. On the other side of
+this street was a row of shops which I was to follow until they joined
+the iron railings of Hyde Park. I was to keep to the railings until I
+reached the gates at Hyde Park Corner, where I was to lay a diagonal
+course across Piccadilly, and tack in toward the railings of Green
+Park. At the end of these railings, going east, I would find the
+Walsingham, and my own hotel.
+
+"To a sailor the course did not seem difficult, so I bade my friend
+goodnight and walked forward until my feet touched the paving. I
+continued upon it until I reached the curbing of the sidewalk. A few
+steps further, and my hands struck the wall of the barracks. I turned
+in the direction from which I had just come, and saw a square of faint
+light cut in the yellow fog. I shouted 'All right,' and the voice of
+my friend answered, 'Good luck to you.' The light from his open door
+disappeared with a bang, and I was left alone in a dripping, yellow
+darkness. I have been in the Navy for ten years, but I have never
+known such a fog as that of last night, not even among the icebergs of
+Behring Sea. There one at least could see the light of the binnacle,
+but last night I could not even distinguish the hand by which I guided
+myself along the barrack wall. At sea a fog is a natural phenomenon.
+It is as familiar as the rainbow which follows a storm, it is as
+proper that a fog should spread upon the waters as that steam shall
+rise from a kettle. But a fog which springs from the paved streets,
+that rolls between solid house-fronts, that forces cabs to move at
+half speed, that drowns policemen and extinguishes the electric lights
+of the music hall, that to me is incomprehensible. It is as out of
+place as a tidal wave on Broadway.
+
+"As I felt my way along the wall, I encountered other men who were
+coming from the opposite direction, and each time when we hailed each
+other I stepped away from the wall to make room for them to pass. But
+the third time I did this, when I reached out my hand, the wall had
+disappeared, and the further I moved to find it the further I seemed
+to be sinking into space. I had the unpleasant conviction that at any
+moment I might step over a precipice. Since I had set out I had heard
+no traffic in the street, and now, although I listened some minutes, I
+could only distinguish the occasional footfalls of pedestrians.
+Several times I called aloud, and once a jocular gentleman answered
+me, but only to ask me where I thought he was, and then even he was
+swallowed up in the silence. Just above me I could make out a jet of
+gas which I guessed came from a street lamp, and I moved over to that,
+and, while I tried to recover my bearings, kept my hand on the iron
+post. Except for this flicker of gas, no larger than the tip of my
+finger, I could distinguish nothing about me. For the rest, the mist
+hung between me and the world like a damp and heavy blanket.
+
+"I could hear voices, but I could not tell from whence they came, and
+the scrape of a foot moving cautiously, or a muffled cry as some one
+stumbled, were the only sounds that reached me.
+
+"I decided that until some one took me in tow I had best remain where
+I was, and it must have been for ten minutes that I waited by the
+lamp, straining my ears and hailing distant footfalls. In a house near
+me some people were dancing to the music of a Hungarian band. I even
+fancied I could hear the windows shake to the rhythm of their feet,
+but I could not make out from which part of the compass the sounds
+came. And sometimes, as the music rose, it seemed close at my hand,
+and again, to be floating high in the air above my head. Although I
+was surrounded by thousands of householders--13--I was as completely
+lost as though I had been set down by night in the Sahara Desert.
+There seemed to be no reason in waiting longer for an escort, so I
+again set out, and at once bumped against a low iron fence. At first I
+believed this to be an area railing, but on following it I found that
+it stretched for a long distance, and that it was pierced at regular
+intervals with gates.  I was standing uncertainly with my hand on one
+of these when a square of light suddenly opened in the night, and in
+it I saw, as you see a picture thrown by a biograph in a darkened
+theatre, a young gentleman in evening dress, and back of him the
+lights of a hall. I guessed from its elevation and distance from the
+side-walk that this light must come from the door of a house set back
+from the street, and I determined to approach it and ask the young man
+to tell me where I was. But in fumbling with the lock of the gate I
+instinctively bent my head, and when I raised it again the door had
+partly closed, leaving only a narrow shaft of light. Whether the young
+man had re-entered the house, or had left it I could not tell, but I
+hastened to open the gate, and as I stepped forward I found myself
+upon an asphalt walk. At the same instant there was the sound of quick
+steps upon the path, and some one rushed past me. I called to him, but
+he made no reply, and I heard the gate click and the footsteps
+hurrying away upon the sidewalk.
+
+"Under other circumstances the young man's rudeness, and his
+recklessness in dashing so hurriedly through the mist, would have
+struck me as peculiar, but everything was so distorted by the fog that
+at the moment I did not consider it. The door was still as he had left
+it, partly open. I went up the path, and, after much fumbling, found
+the knob of the door-bell and gave it a sharp pull.  The bell answered
+me from a great depth and distance, but no movement followed from
+inside the house, and although I pulled the bell again and again I
+could hear nothing save the dripping of the mist about me. I was
+anxious to be on my way, but unless I knew where I was going there was
+little chance of my making any speed, and I was determined that until
+I learned my bearings I would not venture back into the fog. So I
+pushed the door open and stepped into the house.
+
+"I found myself in a long and narrow hall, upon which doors opened
+from either side. At the end of the hall was a staircase with a
+balustrade which ended in a sweeping curve. The balustrade was covered
+with heavy Persian rugs, and the walls of the hall were also hung with
+them. The door on my left was closed, but the one nearer me on the
+right was open, and as I stepped opposite to it I saw that it was a
+sort of reception or waiting-room, and that it was empty. The door
+below it was also open, and with the idea that I would surely find
+some one there, I walked on up the hall. I was in evening dress, and I
+felt I did not look like a burglar, so I had no great fear that,
+should I encounter one of the inmates of the house, he would shoot me
+on sight. The second door in the hall opened into a dining-room. This
+was also empty. One person had been dining at the table, but the cloth
+had not been cleared away, and a nickering candle showed half-filled
+wineglasses and the ashes of cigarettes. The greater part of the room
+was in complete darkness.
+
+"By this time I had grown conscious of the fact that I was wandering
+about in a strange house, and that, apparently, I was alone in it. The
+silence of the place began to try my nerves, and in a sudden,
+unexplainable panic I started for the open street. But as I turned, I
+saw a man sitting on a bench, which the curve of the balustrade had
+hidden from me. His eyes were shut, and he was sleeping soundly.
+
+"The moment before I had been bewildered because I could see no one,
+but at sight of this man I was much more bewildered.
+
+"He was a very large man, a giant in height, with long yellow hair
+which hung below his shoulders. He was dressed in a red silk shirt
+that was belted at the waist and hung outside black velvet trousers
+which, in turn, were stuffed into high black boots. I recognized the
+costume at once as that of a Russian servant, but what a Russian
+servant in his native livery could be doing in a private house in
+Knightsbridge was incomprehensible.
+
+"I advanced and touched the man on the shoulder, and after an effort
+he awoke, and, on seeing me, sprang to his feet and began bowing
+rapidly and making deprecatory gestures. I had picked up enough
+Russian in Petersburg to make out that the man was apologizing for
+having fallen asleep, and I also was able to explain to him that I
+desired to see his master.
+
+"He nodded vigorously, and said, 'Will the Excellency come this way?
+The Princess is here.'
+
+"I distinctly made out the word 'princess,' and I was a good deal
+embarrassed. I had thought it would be easy enough to explain my
+intrusion to a man, but how a woman would look at it was another
+matter, and as I followed him down the hall I was somewhat puzzled.
+
+"As we advanced, he noticed that the front door was standing open, and
+with an exclamation of surprise, hastened toward it and closed it.
+Then he rapped twice on the door of what was apparently the
+drawing-room.  There was no reply to his knock, and he tapped again,
+and then timidly, and cringing subserviently, opened the door and
+stepped inside. He withdrew himself at once and stared stupidly at me,
+shaking his head.
+
+"'She is not there,' he said. He stood for a moment gazing blankly
+through the open door, and then hastened toward the dining-room. The
+solitary candle which still burned there seemed to assure him that the
+room also was empty. He came back and bowed me toward the
+drawing-room. 'She is above,' he said; 'I will inform the Princess of
+the Excellency's presence.'
+
+"Before I could stop him he had turned and was running up the
+staircase, leaving me alone at the open door of the drawing-room. I
+decided that the adventure had gone quite far enough, and if I had
+been able to explain to the Russian that I had lost my way in the fog,
+and only wanted to get back into the street again, I would have left
+the house on the instant.
+
+"Of course, when I first rang the bell of the house I had no other
+expectation than that it would be answered by a parlor-maid who would
+direct me on my way. I certainly could not then foresee that I would
+disturb a Russian princess in her boudoir, or that I might be thrown
+out by her athletic bodyguard. Still, I thought I ought not now to
+leave the house without making some apology, and, if the worst should
+come, I could show my card. They could hardly believe that a member of
+an Embassy had any designs upon the hat-rack.
+
+"The room in which I stood was dimly lighted, but I could see that,
+like the hall, it was hung with heavy Persian rugs. The corners were
+filled with palms, and there was the unmistakable odor in the air of
+Russian cigarettes, and strange, dry scents that carried me back to
+the bazaars of Vladivostock. Near the front windows was a grand piano,
+and at the other end of the room a heavily carved screen of some black
+wood, picked out with ivory. The screen was overhung with a canopy of
+silken draperies, and formed a sort of alcove. In front of the alcove
+was spread the white skin of a polar bear, and set on that was one of
+those low Turkish coffee tables. It held a lighted spirit-lamp and two
+gold coffee cups. I had heard no movement from above stairs, and it
+must have been fully three minutes that I stood waiting, noting these
+details of the room and wondering at the delay, and at the strange
+silence.
+
+"And then, suddenly, as my eye grew more used to the half-light, I
+saw, projecting from behind the screen as though it were stretched
+along the back of a divan, the hand of a man and the lower part of his
+arm. I was as startled as though I had come across a footprint on a
+deserted island. Evidently the man had been sitting there since I had
+come into the room, even since I had entered the house, and he had
+heard the servant knocking upon the door. Why he had not declared
+himself I could not understand, but I supposed that possibly he was a
+guest, with no reason to interest himself in the Princess's other
+visitors, or perhaps, for some reason, he did not wish to be observed.
+I could see nothing of him except his hand, but I had an unpleasant
+feeling that he had been peering at me through the carving in the
+screen, and that he still was doing so. I moved my feet noisily on the
+floor and said tentatively, 'I beg your pardon.'
+
+"There was no reply, and the hand did not stir. Apparently the man was
+bent upon ignoring me, but as all I wished was to apologize for my
+intrusion and to leave the house, I walked up to the alcove and peered
+around it. Inside the screen was a divan piled with cushions, and on
+the end of it nearer me the man was sitting. He was a young Englishman
+with light yellow hair and a deeply bronzed face.
+
+"He was seated with his arms stretched out along the back of the divan,
+and with his head resting against a cushion. His attitude was one of
+complete ease. But his mouth had fallen open, and his eyes were set
+with an expression of utter horror. At the first glance I saw that he
+was quite dead.
+
+"For a flash of time I was too startled to act, but in the same flash
+I was convinced that the man had met his death from no accident, that
+he had not died through any ordinary failure of the laws of nature.
+The expression on his face was much too terrible to be misinterpreted.
+It spoke as eloquently as words. It told me that before the end had
+come he had watched his death approach and threaten him.
+
+"I was so sure he had been murdered that I instinctively looked on the
+floor for the weapon, and, at the same moment, out of concern for my
+own safety, quickly behind me; but the silence of the house continued
+unbroken.
+
+"I have seen a great number of dead men; I was on the Asiatic Station
+during the Japanese-Chinese war. I was in Port Arthur after the
+massacre. So a dead man, for the single reason that he is dead, does
+not repel me, and, though I knew that there was no hope that this man
+was alive, still for decency's sake, I felt his pulse, and while I
+kept my ears alert for any sound from the floors above me, I pulled
+open his shirt and placed my hand upon his heart. My fingers instantly
+touched upon the opening of a wound, and as I withdrew them I found
+them wet with ^ blood. He was in evening dress, and in the wide bosom
+of his shirt I found a narrow slit, so narrow that in the dim light it
+was scarcely discernable. The wound was no wider than the smallest
+blade of a pocket-knife, but when I stripped the shirt away from the
+chest and left it bare, I found that the weapon, narrow as it was, had
+been long enough to reach his heart. There is no need to tell you how
+I felt as I stood by the body of this boy, for he was hardly older
+than a boy, or of the thoughts that came into my head. I was bitterly
+sorry for this stranger, bitterly indignant at his murderer, and, at
+the same time, selfishly concerned for my own safety and for the
+notoriety which I saw was sure to follow. My instinct was to leave the
+body where it lay, and to hide myself in the fog, but I also felt that
+since a succession of accidents had made me the only witness to a
+crime, my duty was to make myself a good witness and to assist to
+establish the facts of this murder.
+
+"That it might possibly be a suicide, and not a murder, did not
+disturb me for a moment. The fact that the weapon had disappeared, and
+the expression on the boy's face were enough to convince, at least me,
+that he had had no hand in his own death. I judged it, therefore, of
+the first importance to discover who was in the house, or, if they had
+escaped from it, who had been in the house before I entered it. I had
+seen one man leave it; but all I could tell of him was that he was a
+young man, that he was in evening dress, and that he had fled in such
+haste that he had not stopped to close the door behind him.
+
+"The Russian servant I had found apparently asleep, and, unless he
+acted a part with supreme skill, he was a stupid and ignorant boor,
+and as innocent of the murder as myself. There was still the Russian
+princess whom he had expected to find, or had pretended to expect to
+find, in the same room with the murdered man. I judged that she must
+now be either upstairs with the servant, or that she had, without his
+knowledge, already fled from the house. When I recalled his apparently
+genuine surprise at not finding her in the drawing-room, this latter
+supposition seemed the more probable. Nevertheless, I decided that it
+was my duty to make a search, and after a second hurried look for the
+weapon among the cushions of the divan, and upon the floor, I
+cautiously crossed the hall and entered the dining-room.
+
+"The single candle was still flickering in the draught, and showed
+only the white cloth. The rest of the room was draped in shadows. I
+picked up the candle, and, lifting it high above my head, moved around
+the corner of the table. Either my nerves were on such a stretch that
+no shock could strain them further, or my mind was inoculated to
+horrors, for I did not cry out at what I saw nor retreat from it.
+Immediately at my feet was the body of a beautiful woman, lying at
+full length upon the floor, her arms flung out on either side of her,
+and her white face and shoulders gleaming dully in the unsteady light
+of the candle. Around her throat was a great chain of diamonds, and
+the light played upon these and made them flash and blaze in tiny
+flames.  But the woman who wore them was dead, and I was so certain as
+to how she had died that without an instant's hesitation I dropped on
+my knees beside her and placed my hands above her heart. My fingers
+again touched the thin slit of a wound. I had no doubt in my mind but
+that this was the Russian princess, and when I lowered the candle to
+her face I was assured that this was so. Her features showed the
+finest lines of both the Slav and the Jewess; the eyes were black, the
+hair blue-black and wonderfully heavy, and her skin, even in death,
+was rich in color. She was a surpassingly beautiful woman.
+
+"I rose and tried to light another candle with the one I held, but I
+found that my hand was so unsteady that I could not keep the wicks
+together. It was my intention to again search for this strange dagger
+which had been used to kill both the English boy and the beautiful
+princess, but before I could light the second candle I heard footsteps
+descending the stairs, and the Russian servant appeared in the
+doorway.
+
+"My face was in darkness, or I am sure that at the sight of it he
+would have taken alarm, for at that moment I was not sure but that
+this man himself was the murderer. His own face was plainly visible to
+me in the light from the hall, and I could see that it wore an
+expression of dull bewilderment. I stepped quickly toward him and took
+a firm hold upon his wrist.
+
+"'She is not there,' he said. 'The Princess has gone. They have all
+gone.'
+
+"'Who have gone?' I demanded. 'Who else has been here?'
+
+"'The two Englishmen,' he said.
+
+"'What two Englishmen?' I demanded. 'What are their names?'
+
+"The man now saw by my manner that some question of great moment hung
+upon his answer, and he began to protest that he did not know the
+names of the visitors and that until that evening he had never seen
+them.
+
+"I guessed that it was my tone which frightened him, so I took my hand
+off his wrist and spoke less eagerly.
+
+"'How long have they been here?' I asked, 'and when did they go?'
+
+"He pointed behind him toward the drawing-room.
+
+"'One sat there with the Princess,' he said; 'the other came after I
+had placed the coffee in the drawing-room. The two Englishmen talked
+together and the Princess returned here to the table. She sat there in
+that chair, and I brought her cognac and cigarettes. Then I sat
+outside upon the bench. It was a feast day, and I had been drinking.
+Pardon, Excellency, but I fell asleep. When I woke, your Excellency
+was standing by me, but the Princess and the two Englishmen had gone.
+That is all I know.'
+
+"I believed that the man was telling me the truth. His fright had
+passed, and he was now apparently puzzled, but not alarmed.
+
+"'You must remember the names of the Englishmen,' I urged. 'Try to
+think. When you announced them to the Princess what name did you give?'
+
+"At this question he exclaimed with pleasure, and, beckoning to me,
+ran hurriedly down the hall and into the drawing-room. In the corner
+furthest from the screen was the piano, and on it was a silver tray.
+He picked this up and, smiling with pride at his own intelligence,
+pointed at two cards that lay upon it. I took them up and read the
+names engraved upon them."
+
+The American paused abruptly, and glanced at the faces about him. "I
+read the names," he repeated. He spoke with great reluctance.
+
+"Continue!" cried the Baronet, sharply.
+
+"I read the names," said the American with evident distaste, "and the
+family name of each was the same. They were the names of two brothers.
+One is well known to you. It is that of the African explorer of whom
+this gentleman was just speaking. I mean the Earl of Chetney. The
+other was the name of his brother, Lord Arthur Chetney."
+
+The men at the table fell back as though a trapdoor had fallen open at
+their feet.
+
+"Lord Chetney!" they exclaimed in chorus. They glanced at each other
+and back to the American with every expression of concern and
+disbelief.
+
+"It is impossible!" cried the Baronet. "Why, my dear sir, young
+Chetney only arrived from Africa yesterday. It was so stated in the
+evening papers."
+
+The jaw of the American set in a resolute square, and he pressed his
+lips together.
+
+"You are perfectly right, sir," he said, "Lord Chetney did arrive in
+London yesterday morning, and yesterday night I found his dead body."
+
+The youngest member present was the first to recover. He seemed much
+less concerned over the identity of the murdered man than at the
+interruption of the narrative.
+
+"Oh, please let him go on!" he cried. "What happened then? You say you
+found two visiting cards. How do you know which card was that of the
+murdered man?"
+
+The American, before he answered, waited until the chorus of
+exclamations had ceased. Then he continued as though he had not been
+interrupted.
+
+"The instant I read the names upon the cards," he said, "I ran to the
+screen and, kneeling beside the dead man, began a search through his
+pockets. My hand at once fell upon a card-case, and I found on all the
+cards it contained the title of the Earl of Chetney. His watch and
+cigarette-case also bore his name. These evidences, and the fact of
+his bronzed skin, and that his cheekbones were worn with fever,
+convinced me that the dead man was the African explorer, and the boy
+who had fled past me in the night was Arthur, his younger brother.
+
+"I was so intent upon my search that I had forgotten the servant, and
+I was still on my knees when I heard a cry behind me. I turned, and
+saw the man gazing down at the body in abject horror.
+
+"Before I could rise, he gave another cry of terror, and, flinging
+himself into the hall, raced toward the door to the street. I leaped
+after him, shouting to him to halt, but before I could reach the hall
+he had torn open the door, and I saw him spring out into the yellow
+fog. I cleared the steps in a jump and ran down the garden walk but
+just as the gate clicked in front of me. I had it open on the instant,
+and, following the sound of the man's footsteps, I raced after him
+across the open street. He, also, could hear me, and he instantly
+stopped running, and there was absolute silence. He was so near that I
+almost fancied I could hear him panting, and I held my own breath to
+listen. But I could distinguish nothing but the dripping of the mist
+about us, and from far off the music of the Hungarian band, which I
+had heard when I first lost myself.
+
+"All I could see was the square of light from the door I had left open
+behind me, and a lamp in the hall beyond it flickering in the draught.
+But even as I watched it, the flame of the lamp was blown violently to
+and fro, and the door, caught in the same current of air, closed
+slowly.  I knew if it shut I could not again enter the house, and I
+rushed madly toward it. I believe I even shouted out, as though it
+were something human which I could compel to obey me, and then I
+caught my foot against the curb and smashed into the sidewalk. When I
+rose to my feet I was dizzy and half stunned, and though I thought
+then that I was moving toward the door, I know now that I probably
+turned directly from it; for, as I groped about in the night, calling
+frantically for the police, my fingers touched nothing but the
+dripping fog, and the iron railings for which I sought seemed to have
+melted away. For many minutes I beat the mist with my arms like one at
+blind man's buff, turning sharply in circles, cursing aloud at my
+stupidity and crying continually for help. At last a voice answered me
+from the fog, and I found myself held in the circle of a policeman's
+lantern.
+
+"That is the end of my adventure. What I have to tell you now is what
+I learned from the police.
+
+"At the station-house to which the man guided me I related what you
+have just heard. I told them that the house they must at once find was
+one set back from the street within a radius of two hundred yards from
+the Knightsbridge Barracks, that within fifty yards of it some one was
+giving a dance to the music of a Hungarian band, and that the railings
+before it were as high as a man's waist and filed to a point. With
+that to work upon, twenty men were at once ordered out into the fog to
+search for the house, and Inspector Lyle himself was despatched to the
+home of Lord Edam, Chetney's father, with a warrant for Lord Arthur's
+arrest. I was thanked and dismissed on my own recognizance.
+
+"This morning, Inspector Lyle called on me, and from him I learned the
+police theory of the scene I have just described.
+
+"Apparently I had wandered very far in the fog, for up to noon to-day
+the house had not been found, nor had they been able to arrest Lord
+Arthur. He did not return to his father's house last night, and there
+is no trace of him; but from what the police knew of the past lives of
+the people I found in that lost house, they have evolved a theory, and
+their theory is that the murders were committed by Lord Arthur.
+
+"The infatuation of his elder brother, Lord Chetney, for a Russian
+princess, so Inspector Lyle tells me, is well known to every one.
+About two years ago the Princess Zichy, as she calls herself, and he
+were constantly together, and Chetney informed his friends that they
+were about to be married. The woman was notorious in two continents,
+and when Lord Edam heard of his son's infatuation he appealed to the
+police for her record.
+
+"It is through his having applied to them that they know so much
+concerning her and her relations with the Chetneys. From the police
+Lord Edam learned that Madame Zichy had once been a spy in the employ
+of the Russian Third Section, but that lately she had been repudiated
+by her own government and was living by her wits, by blackmail, and by
+her beauty. Lord Edam laid this record before his son, but Chetney
+either knew it already or the woman persuaded him not to believe in
+it, and the father and son parted in great anger. Two days later the
+marquis altered his will, leaving all of his money to the younger
+brother, Arthur.
+
+"The title and some of the landed property he could not keep from
+Chetney, but he swore if his son saw the woman again that the will
+should stand as it was, and he would be left without a penny.
+
+"This was about eighteen months ago, when apparently Chetney tired of
+the Princess, and suddenly went off to shoot and explore in Central
+Africa. No word came from him, except that twice he was reported as
+having died of fever in the jungle, and finally two traders reached
+the coast who said they had seen his body. This was accepted by all as
+conclusive, and young Arthur was recognized as the heir to the Edam
+millions. On the strength of this supposition he at once began to
+borrow enormous sums from the money lenders. This is of great
+importance, as the police believe it was these debts which drove him
+to the murder of his brother. Yesterday, as you know, Lord Chetney
+suddenly returned from the grave, and it was the fact that for two
+years he had been considered as dead which lent such importance to his
+return and which gave rise to those columns of detail concerning him
+which appeared in all the afternoon papers. But, obviously, during his
+absence he had not tired of the Princess Zichy, for we know that a few
+hours after he reached London he sought her out. His brother, who had
+also learned of his reappearance through the papers, probably
+suspected which would be the house he would first visit, and followed
+him there, arriving, so the Russian servant tells us, while the two
+were at coffee in the drawing-room. The Princess, then, we also learn
+from the servant, withdrew to the dining-room, leaving the brothers
+together. What happened one can only guess.
+
+"Lord Arthur knew now that when it was discovered he was no longer the
+heir, the money-lenders would come down upon him. The police believe
+that he at once sought out his brother to beg for money to cover the
+post-obits, but that, considering the sum he needed was several
+hundreds of thousands of pounds, Chetney refused to give it him. No
+one knew that Arthur had gone to seek out his brother. They were
+alone. It is possible, then, that in a passion of disappointment, and
+crazed with the disgrace which he saw before him, young Arthur made
+himself the heir beyond further question. The death of his brother
+would have availed nothing if the woman remained alive. It is then
+possible that he crossed the hall, and with the same weapon which made
+him Lord Edam's heir destroyed the solitary witness to the murder. The
+only other person who could have seen it was sleeping in a drunken
+stupor, to which fact undoubtedly he owed his life. And yet,"
+concluded the Naval Attache, leaning forward and marking each word
+with his finger, "Lord Arthur blundered fatally. In his haste he left
+the door of the house open, so giving access to the first passer-by,
+and he forgot that when he entered it he had handed his card to the
+servant. That piece of paper may yet send him to the gallows. In the
+mean time he has disappeared completely, and somewhere, in one of the
+millions of streets of this great capital, in a locked and empty
+house, lies the body of his brother, and of the woman his brother
+loved, undiscovered, unburied, and with their murder unavenged."
+
+In the discussion which followed the conclusion of the story of the
+Naval Attache the gentleman with the pearl took no part. Instead, he
+arose, and, beckoning a servant to a far corner of the room, whispered
+earnestly to him until a sudden movement on the part of Sir Andrew
+caused him to return hurriedly to the table.
+
+"There are several points in Mr. Sears's story I want explained," he
+cried. "Be seated, Sir Andrew," he begged. "Let us have the opinion of
+an expert. I do not care what the police think, I want to know what
+you think."
+
+But Sir Henry rose reluctantly from his chair.
+
+"I should like nothing better than to discuss this," he said. "But it
+is most important that I proceed to the House. I should have been
+there some time ago." He turned toward the servant and directed him to
+call a hansom.
+
+The gentleman with the pearl stud looked appealingly at the Naval
+Attache. "There are surely many details that you have not told us," he
+urged. "Some you have forgotten."
+
+The Baronet interrupted quickly.
+
+"I trust not," he said, "for I could not possibly stop to hear them."
+
+"The story is finished," declared the Naval Attache; "until Lord
+Arthur is arrested or the bodies are found there is nothing more to
+tell of either Chetney or the Princess Zichy."
+
+"Of Lord Chetney perhaps not," interrupted the sporting-looking
+gentleman with the black tie, "but there'll always be something to
+tell of the Princess Zichy. I know enough stories about her to fill a
+book.  She was a most remarkable woman." The speaker dropped the end
+of his cigar into his coffee cup and, taking his case from his pocket,
+selected a fresh one. As he did so he laughed and held up the case
+that the others might see it. It was an ordinary cigar-case of
+well-worn pig-skin, with a silver clasp.
+
+"The only time I ever met her," he said, "she tried to rob me of
+this."
+
+The Baronet regarded him closely.
+
+"She tried to rob you?" he repeated.
+
+"Tried to rob me of this," continued the gentleman in the black tie,
+"and of the Czarina's diamonds." His tone was one of mingled
+admiration and injury.
+
+"The Czarina's diamonds!" exclaimed the Baronet. He glanced quickly
+and suspiciously at the speaker, and then at the others about the
+table. But their faces gave evidence of no other emotion than that of
+ordinary interest.
+
+"Yes, the Czarina's diamonds," repeated the man with the black tie.
+"It was a necklace of diamonds. I was told to take them to the Russian
+Ambassador in Paris who was to deliver them at Moscow. I am a Queen's
+Messenger," he added.
+
+"Oh, I see," exclaimed Sir Andrew in a tone of relief. "And you say
+that this same Princess Zichy, one of the victims of this double
+murder, endeavored to rob you of--of--that cigar-case."
+
+"And the Czarina's diamonds," answered the Queen's Messenger
+imperturbably. "It's not much of a story, but it gives you an idea of
+the woman's character. The robbery took place between Paris and
+Marseilles."
+
+The Baronet interrupted him with an abrupt movement. "No, no," he
+cried, shaking his head in protest. "Do not tempt me. I really cannot
+listen. I must be at the House in ten minutes."
+
+"I am sorry," said the Queen's Messenger. He turned to those seated
+about him. "I wonder if the other gentlemen--" he inquired
+tentatively.  There was a chorus of polite murmurs, and the Queen's
+Messenger, bowing his head in acknowledgment, took a preparatory sip
+from his glass. At the same moment the servant to whom the man with
+the black pearl had spoken, slipped a piece of paper into his hand. He
+glanced at it, frowned, and threw it under the table.
+
+The servant bowed to the Baronet.
+
+"Your hansom is waiting, Sir Andrew," he said.
+
+"The necklace was worth twenty thousand pounds," began the Queen's
+Messenger. "It was a present from the Queen of England to celebrate--"
+The Baronet gave an exclamation of angry annoyance.
+
+"Upon my word, this is most provoking," he interrupted. "I really
+ought not to stay. But I certainly mean to hear this." He turned
+irritably to the servant. "Tell the hansom to wait," he commanded,
+and, with an air of a boy who is playing truant, slipped guiltily into
+his chair.
+
+The gentleman with the black pearl smiled blandly, and rapped upon the
+table.
+
+"Order, gentlemen," he said. "Order for the story of the Queen's
+Messenger and the Czarina's diamonds."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+
+"The necklace was a present from the Queen of England to the Czarina
+of Russia," began the Queen's Messenger. "It was to celebrate the
+occasion of the Czar's coronation. Our Foreign Office knew that the
+Russian Ambassador in Paris was to proceed to Moscow for that
+ceremony, and I was directed to go to Paris and turn over the necklace
+to him. But when I reached Paris I found he had not expected me for a
+week later and was taking a few days' vacation at Nice. His people
+asked me to leave the necklace with them at the Embassy, but I had
+been charged to get a receipt for it from the Ambassador himself, so I
+started at once for Nice The fact that Monte Carlo is not two thousand
+miles from Nice may have had something to do with making me carry out
+my instructions so carefully. "Now, how the Princess Zichy came to
+find out about the necklace I don't know, but I can guess. As you have
+just heard, she was at one time a spy in the service of the Russian
+government. And after they dismissed her she kept up her acquaintance
+with many of the Russian agents in London. It is probable that through
+one of them she learned that the necklace was to be sent to Moscow,
+and which one of the Queen's Messengers had been detailed to take it
+there. Still, I doubt if even that knowledge would have helped her if
+she had not also known something which I supposed no one else in the
+world knew but myself and one other man. And, curiously enough, the
+other man was a Queen's Messenger too, and a friend of mine. You must
+know that up to the time of this robbery I had always concealed my
+despatches in a manner peculiarly my own. I got the idea from that
+play called 'A Scrap of Paper.' In it a man wants to hide a certain
+compromising document. He knows that all his rooms will be secretly
+searched for it, so he puts it in a torn envelope and sticks it up
+where any one can see it on his mantel shelf. The result is that the
+woman who is ransacking the house to find it looks in all the unlikely
+places, but passes over the scrap of paper that is just under her
+nose. Sometimes the papers and packages they give us to carry about
+Europe are of very great value, and sometimes they are special makes
+of cigarettes, and orders to court dressmakers. Sometimes we know what
+we are carrying and sometimes we do not. If it is a large sum of money
+or a treaty, they generally tell us.  But, as a rule, we have no
+knowledge of what the package contains; so, to be on the safe side, we
+naturally take just as great care of it as though we knew it held the
+terms of an ultimatum or the crown jewels. As a rule, my confreres
+carry the official packages in a despatch-box, which is just as
+obvious as a lady's jewel bag in the hands of her maid. Every one
+knows they are carrying something of value. They put a premium on
+dishonesty. Well, after I saw the 'Scrap of Paper' play, I determined
+to put the government valuables in the most unlikely place that any
+one would look for them. So I used to hide the documents they gave me
+inside my riding-boots, and small articles, such as money or jewels, I
+carried in an old cigar-case. After I took to using my case for that
+purpose I bought a new one, exactly like it, for my cigars. But to
+avoid mistakes, I had my initials placed on both sides of the new one,
+and the moment I touched the case, even in the dark, I could tell
+which it was by the raised initials.
+
+"No one knew of this except the Queen's Messenger of whom I spoke. We
+once left Paris together on the Orient Express. I was going to
+Constantinople and he was to stop off at Vienna. On the journey I told
+him of my peculiar way of hiding things and showed him my cigar-case.
+If I recollect rightly, on that trip it held the grand cross of St.
+Michael and St. Greorge, which the Queen was sending to our
+Ambassador. The Messenger was very much entertained at my scheme, and
+some months later when he met the Princess he told her about it as an
+amusing story. Of course, he had no idea she was a Russian spy. He
+didn't know anything at all about her, except that she was a very
+attractive woman.
+
+"It was indiscreet, but he could not possibly have guessed that she
+could ever make any use of what he told her.
+
+"Later, after the robbery, I remembered that I had informed this young
+chap of my secret hiding-place, and when I saw him again I questioned
+him about it. He was greatly distressed, and said he had never seen
+the importance of the secret. He remembered he had told several people
+of it, and among others the Princess Zichy. In that way I found out
+that it was she who had robbed me, and I know that from the moment I
+left London she was following me and that she knew then that the
+diamonds were concealed in my cigar-case.
+
+"My train for Nice left Paris at ten in the morning. When I travel at
+night I generally tell the _chef de gare_ that I am a Queen's
+Messenger, and he gives me a compartment to myself, but in the daytime
+I take whatever offers. On this morning I had found an empty
+compartment, and I had tipped the guard to keep every one else out,
+not from any fear of losing the diamonds, but because I wanted to
+smoke. He had locked the door, and as the last bell had rung I
+supposed I was to travel alone, so I began to arrange my traps and
+make myself comfortable. The diamonds in the cigar-case were in the
+inside pocket of my waistcoat, and as they made a bulky package, I
+took them out, intending to put them in my hand bag. It is a small
+satchel like a bookmaker's, or those hand bags that couriers carry. I
+wear it slung from a strap across my shoulder, and, no matter whether
+I am sitting or walking, it never leaves me.
+
+"I took the cigar-case which held the necklace from my inside pocket
+and the case which held the cigars out of the satchel, and while I was
+searching through it for a box of matches I laid the two cases beside
+me on the seat.
+
+"At that moment the train started, but at the same instant there was a
+rattle at the lock of the compartment, and a couple of porters lifted
+and shoved a woman through the door, and hurled her rugs and umbrellas
+in after her.
+
+"Instinctively I reached for the diamonds. I shoved them quickly into
+the satchel and, pushing them far down to the bottom of the bag,
+snapped the spring lock. Then I put the cigars in the pocket of my
+coat, but with the thought that now that I had a woman as a travelling
+companion I would probably not be allowed to enjoy them.
+
+"One of her pieces of luggage had fallen at my feet, and a roll of
+rugs had landed at my side. I thought if I hid the fact that the lady
+was not welcome, and at once endeavored to be civil, she might permit
+me to smoke. So I picked her hand bag off the floor and asked her
+where I might place it.
+
+"As I spoke I looked at her for the first time, and saw that she was a
+most remarkably handsome woman.
+
+"She smiled charmingly and begged me not to disturb myself. Then she
+arranged her own things about her, and, opening her dressing-bag, took
+out a gold cigarette case.
+
+"'Do you object to smoke?' she asked.
+
+"I laughed and assured her I had been in great terror lest she might
+object to it herself.
+
+"'If you like cigarettes,' she said, 'will you try some of these? They
+are rolled especially for my husband in Russia, and they are supposed
+to be very good.'
+
+"I thanked her, and took one from her case, and I found it so much
+better than my own that I continued to smoke her cigarettes throughout
+the rest of the journey. I must say that we got on very well. I judged
+from the coronet on her cigarette-case, and from her manner, which was
+quite as well bred as that of any woman I ever met, that she was some
+one of importance, and though she seemed almost too good looking to be
+respectable, I determined that she was some _grande dame_ who was so
+assured of her position that she could afford to be unconventional. At
+first she read her novel, and then she made some comment on the
+scenery, and finally we began to discuss the current politics of the
+Continent. She talked of all the cities in Europe, and seemed to know
+every one worth knowing. But she volunteered nothing about herself
+except that she frequently made use of the expression, 'When my
+husband was stationed at Vienna,' or 'When my husband was promoted to
+Rome.' Once she said to me, 'I have often seen you at Monte Carlo. I
+saw you when you won the pigeon championship.' I told her that I was
+not a pigeon shot, and she gave a little start of surprise. 'Oh, I beg
+your pardon,' she said; 'I thought you were Morton Hamilton, the
+English champion.' As a matter of fact, I do look like Hamilton, but I
+know now that her object was to make me think that she had no idea as
+to who I really was. She needn't have acted at all, for I certainly
+had no suspicions of her, and was only too pleased to have so charming
+a companion.
+
+"The one thing that should have made me suspicious was the fact that
+at every station she made some trivial excuse to get me out of the
+compartment. She pretended that her maid was travelling back of us in
+one of the second-class carriages, and kept saying she could not
+imagine why the woman did not come to look after her, and if the maid
+did not turn up at the next stop, would I be so very kind as to get
+out and bring her whatever it was she pretended she wanted.
+
+"I had taken my dressing-case from the rack to get out a novel, and
+had left it on the seat opposite to mine, and at the end of the
+compartment farthest from her. And once when I came back from buying
+her a cup of chocolate, or from some other fool errand, I found her
+standing at my end of the compartment with both hands on the
+dressing-bag. She looked at me without so much as winking an eye, and
+shoved the case carefully into a corner. 'Your bag slipped off on the
+floor,' she said.  'If you've got any bottles in it, you had better
+look and see that they're not broken.'
+
+"And I give you my word, I was such an ass that I did open the case
+and looked all through it. She must have thought I _was_ a Juggins. I
+get hot all over whenever I remember it. But in spite of my dulness,
+and her cleverness, she couldn't gain anything by sending me away,
+because what she wanted was in the hand bag and every time she sent me
+away the hand bag went with me.
+
+"After the incident of the dressing-case her manner changed. Either in
+my absence she had had time to look through it, or, when I was
+examining it for broken bottles, she had seen everything it held.
+
+"From that moment she must have been certain that the cigar-case, in
+which she knew I carried the diamonds, was in the bag that was
+fastened to my body, and from that time on she probably was plotting
+how to get it from me. Her anxiety became most apparent. She dropped
+the great lady manner, and her charming condescension went with it.
+She ceased talking, and, when I spoke, answered me irritably, or at
+random. No doubt her mind was entirely occupied with her plan. The end
+of our journey was drawing rapidly nearer, and her time for action was
+being cut down with the speed of the express train. Even I,
+unsuspicious as I was, noticed that something was very wrong with her.
+I really believe that before we reached Marseilles if I had not,
+through my own stupidity, given her the chance she wanted, she might
+have stuck a knife in me and rolled me out on the rails. But as it
+was, I only thought that the long journey had tired her. I suggested
+that it was a very trying trip, and asked her if she would allow me to
+offer her some of my cognac.
+
+"She thanked me and said, 'No,' and then suddenly her eyes lighted,
+and she exclaimed, 'Yes, thank you, if you will be so kind.'
+
+"My flask was in the hand bag, and I placed it on my lap and with my
+thumb slipped back the catch. As I keep my tickets and railroad guide
+in the bag, I am so constantly opening it that I never bother to lock
+it, and the fact that it is strapped to me has always been sufficient
+protection. But I can appreciate now what a satisfaction, and what a
+torment too, it must have been to that woman when she saw that the bag
+opened without a key.
+
+"While we were crossing the mountains I had felt rather chilly and had
+been wearing a light racing coat. But after the lamps were lighted the
+compartment became very hot and stuffy, and I found the coat
+uncomfortable.  So I stood up, and, after first slipping the strap of
+the bag over my head, I placed the bag in the seat next me and pulled
+off the racing coat. I don't blame myself for being careless; the bag
+was still within reach of my hand, and nothing would have happened if
+at that exact moment the train had not stopped at Arles. It was the
+combination of my removing the bag and our entering the station at the
+same instant which gave the Princess Zichy the chance she wanted to
+rob me.
+
+"I needn't say that she was clever enough to take it. The train ran
+into the station at full speed and came to a sudden stop. I had just
+thrown my coat into the rack, and had reached out my hand for the bag.
+In another instant I would have had the strap around my shoulder. But
+at that moment the Princess threw open the door of the compartment and
+beckoned wildly at the people on the platform. 'Natalie!' she called,
+'Natalie!  here I am. Come here! This way!' She turned upon me in the
+greatest excitement. 'My maid!' she cried. 'She is looking for me. She
+passed the window without seeing me. Go, please, and bring her back.'
+She continued pointing out of the door and beckoning me with her other
+hand. There certainly was something about that woman's tone which made
+one jump.  When she was giving orders you had no chance to think of
+anything else.  So I rushed out on my errand of mercy, and then rushed
+back again to ask what the maid looked like.
+
+"'In black,' she answered, rising and blocking the door of the
+compartment. 'All in black, with a bonnet!'
+
+"The train waited three minutes at Aries, and in that time I suppose I
+must have rushed up to over twenty women and asked, 'Are you Natalie?'
+The only reason I wasn't punched with an umbrella or handed over to
+the police was that they probably thought I was crazy.
+
+"When I jumped back into the compartment the Princess was seated where
+I had left her, but her eyes were burning with happiness. She placed
+her hand on my arm almost affectionately, and said in a hysterical
+way, 'You are very kind to me. I am so sorry to have troubled you.'
+
+"I protested that every woman on the platform was dressed in black.
+
+"'Indeed I am so sorry,' she said, laughing; and she continued to
+laugh until she began to breathe so quickly that I thought she was
+going to faint.
+
+"I can see now that the last part of that journey must have been a
+terrible half hour for her. She had the cigar-case safe enough, but
+she knew that she herself was not safe. She understood if I were to
+open my bag, even at the last minute, and miss the case, I would know
+positively that she had taken it. I had placed the diamonds in the bag
+at the very moment she entered the compartment, and no one but our two
+selves had occupied it since. She knew that when we reached Marseilles
+she would either be twenty thousand pounds richer than when she left
+Paris, or that she would go to jail. That was the situation as she
+must have read it, and I don't envy her her state of mind during that
+last half hour. It must have been hell.
+
+"I saw that something was wrong, and in my innocence I even wondered
+if possibly my cognac had not been a little too strong. For she
+suddenly developed into a most brilliant conversationalist, and
+applauded and laughed at everything I said, and fired off questions at
+me like a machine gun, so that I had no time to think of anything but
+of what she was saying. Whenever I stirred she stopped her chattering
+and leaned toward me, and watched me like a cat over a mouse-hole. I
+wondered how I could have considered her an agreeable travelling
+companion. I thought I would have preferred to be locked in with a
+lunatic. I don't like to think how she would have acted if I had made
+a move to examine the bag, but as I had it safely strapped around me
+again, I did not open it, and I reached Marseilles alive. As we drew
+into the station she shook hands with me and grinned at me like a
+Cheshire cat.
+
+"'I cannot tell you,' she said, 'how much I have to thank you for.'
+What do you think of that for impudence!
+
+"I offered to put her in a carriage, but she said she must find
+Natalie, and that she hoped we would meet again at the hotel. So I
+drove off by myself, wondering who she was, and whether Natalie was
+not her keeper.
+
+"I had to wait several hours for the train to Nice, and as I wanted to
+stroll around the city I thought I had better put the diamonds in the
+safe of the hotel. As soon as I reached my room I locked the door,
+placed the hand bag on the table and opened it. I felt among the
+things at the top of it, but failed to touch the cigar-case. I shoved
+my hand in deeper, and stirred the things about, but still I did not
+reach it. A cold wave swept down my spine, and a sort of emptiness
+came to the pit of my stomach. Then I turned red-hot, and the sweat
+sprung out all over me. I wet my lips with my tongue, and said to
+myself, 'Don't be an ass.  Pull yourself together, pull yourself
+together. Take the things out, one at a time. It's there, of course
+it's there. Don't be an ass.'
+
+"So I put a brake on my nerves and began very carefully to pick out
+the things one by one, but after another second I could not stand it,
+and I rushed across the room and threw out everything on the bed. But
+the diamonds were not among them. I pulled the things about and tore
+them open and shuffled and rearranged and sorted them, but it was no
+use. The cigar-case was gone. I threw everything in the dressing-case
+out on the floor, although I knew it was useless to look for it there.
+I knew that I had put it in the bag. I sat down and tried to think. I
+remembered I had put it in the satchel at Paris just as that woman had
+entered the compartment, and I had been alone with her ever since, so
+it was she who had robbed me. But how? It had never left my shoulder.
+And then I remembered that it had--that I had taken it off when I had
+changed my coat and for the few moments that I was searching for
+Natalie. I remembered that the woman had sent me on that goose chase,
+and that at every other station she had tried to get rid of me on some
+fool errand.
+
+"I gave a roar like a mad bull, and I jumped down the stairs six steps
+at a time.
+
+"I demanded at the office if a distinguished lady of title, possibly a
+Russian, had just entered the hotel.
+
+"As I expected, she had not. I sprang into a cab and inquired at two
+other hotels, and then I saw the folly of trying to catch her without
+outside help, and I ordered the fellow to gallop to the office of the
+Chief of Police. I told my story, and the ass in charge asked me to
+calm myself, and wanted to take notes. I told him this was no time for
+taking notes, but for doing something. He got wrathy at that, and I
+demanded to be taken at once to his Chief. The Chief, he said, was
+very busy, and could not see me. So I showed him my silver greyhound.
+In eleven years I had never used it but once before. I stated in
+pretty vigorous language that I was a Queen's Messenger, and that if
+the Chief of Police did not see me instantly he would lose his
+official head. At that the fellow jumped off his high horse and ran
+with me to his Chief,--a smart young chap, a colonel in the army, and
+a very intelligent man.
+
+"I explained that I had been robbed in a French railway carriage of a
+diamond necklace belonging to the Queen of England, which her Majesty
+was sending as a present to the Czarina of Russia. I pointed out to
+him that if he succeeded in capturing the thief he would be made for
+life, and would receive the gratitude of three great powers.
+
+"He wasn't the sort that thinks second thoughts are best. He saw
+Russian and French decorations sprouting all over his chest, and he
+hit a bell, and pressed buttons, and yelled out orders like the
+captain of a penny steamer in a fog. He sent her description to all
+the city gates, and ordered all cabmen and railway porters to search
+all trains leaving Marseilles. He ordered all passengers on outgoing
+vessels to be examined, and telegraphed the proprietors of every hotel
+and pension to send him a complete list of their guests within the
+hour. While I was standing there he must have given at least a hundred
+orders, and sent out enough commissaires, sergeants de ville,
+gendarmes, bicycle police, and plain-clothes Johnnies to have captured
+the entire German army. When they had gone he assured me that the
+woman was as good as arrested already. Indeed, officially, she was
+arrested; for she had no more chance of escape from Marseilles than
+from the Chateau D'If.
+
+"He told me to return to my hotel and possess my soul in peace. Within
+an hour he assured me he would acquaint me with her arrest.
+
+"I thanked him, and complimented him on his energy, and left him. But
+I didn't share in his confidence. I felt that she was a very clever
+woman, and a match for any and all of us. It was all very well for him
+to be jubilant. He had not lost the diamonds, and had everything to
+gain if he found them; while I, even if he did recover the necklace,
+would only be where I was before I lost them, and if he did not
+recover it I was a ruined man. It was an awful facer for me. I had
+always prided myself on my record. In eleven years I had never mislaid
+an envelope, nor missed taking the first train. And now I had failed
+in the most important mission that had ever been intrusted to me. And
+it wasn't a thing that could be hushed up, either. It was too
+conspicuous, too spectacular. It was sure to invite the widest
+notoriety. I saw myself ridiculed all over the Continent, and perhaps
+dismissed, even suspected of having taken the thing myself.
+
+"I was walking in front of a lighted cafe, and I felt so sick and
+miserable that I stopped for a pick-me-up. Then I considered that if I
+took one drink I would probably, in my present state of mind, not want
+to stop under twenty, and I decided I had better leave it alone. But
+my nerves were jumping like a frightened rabbit, and I felt I must
+have something to quiet them, or I would go crazy. I reached for my
+cigarette-case, but a cigarette seemed hardly adequate, so I put it
+back again and took out this cigar-case, in which I keep only the
+strongest and blackest cigars. I opened it and stuck in my fingers,
+but instead of a cigar they touched on a thin leather envelope. My
+heart stood perfectly still. I did not dare to look, but I dug my
+finger nails into the leather and I felt layers of thin paper, then a
+layer of cotton, and then they scratched on the facets of the
+Czarina's diamonds!
+
+"I stumbled as though I had been hit in the face, and fell back into
+one of the chairs on the sidewalk. I tore off the wrappings and spread
+out the diamonds on the cafe table; I could not believe they were
+real. I twisted the necklace between my fingers and crushed it between
+my palms and tossed it up in the air. I believe I almost kissed it.
+The women in the cafe stood tip on the chairs to see better, and
+laughed and screamed, and the people crowded so close around me that
+the waiters had to form a bodyguard. The proprietor thought there was
+a fight, and called for the police. I was so happy I didn't care. I
+laughed, too, and gave the proprietor a five-pound note, and told him
+to stand every one a drink.  Then I tumbled into a fiacre and galloped
+off to my friend the Chief of Police. I felt very sorry for him. He
+had been so happy at the chance I gave him, and he was sure to be
+disappointed when he learned I had sent him off on a false alarm.
+
+"But now that I had found the necklace, I did not want him to find the
+woman. Indeed, I was most anxious that she should get clear away, for
+if she were caught the truth would come out, and I was likely to get a
+sharp reprimand, and sure to be laughed at.
+
+"I could see now how it had happened. In my haste to hide the diamonds
+when the woman was hustled into the carriage, I had shoved the cigars
+into the satchel, and the diamonds into the pocket of my coat. Now
+that I had the diamonds safe again, it seemed a very natural mistake.
+But I doubted if the Foreign Office would think so. I was afraid it
+might not appreciate the beautiful simplicity of my secret
+hiding-place. So, when I reached the police station, and found that
+the woman was still at large, I was more than relieved.
+
+"As I expected, the Chief was extremely chagrined when he learned of
+my mistake, and that there was nothing for him to do. But I was
+feeling so happy myself that I hated to have any one else miserable,
+so I suggested that this attempt to steal the Czarina's necklace might
+be only the first of a series of such attempts by an unscrupulous
+gang, and that I might still be in danger.
+
+"I winked at the Chief and the Chief smiled at me, and we went to Nice
+together in a saloon car with a guard of twelve carabineers and twelve
+plain-clothes men, and the Chief and I drank champagne all the way. We
+marched together up to the hotel where the Russian Ambassador was
+stopping, closely surrounded by our escort of carabineers, and
+delivered the necklace with the most profound ceremony. The old
+Ambassador was immensely impressed, and when we hinted that already I
+had been made the object of an attack by robbers, he assured us that
+his Imperial Majesty would not prove ungrateful.
+
+"I wrote a swinging personal letter about the invaluable services of
+the Chief to the French Minister of Foreign Affairs, and they gave him
+enough Russian and French medals to satisfy even a French soldier. So,
+though he never caught the woman, he received his just reward."
+
+The Queen's Messenger paused and surveyed the faces of those about him
+in some embarrassment.
+
+"But the worst of it is," he added, "that the story must have got
+about; for, while the Princess obtained nothing from me but a
+cigar-case and five excellent cigars, a few weeks after the coronation
+the Czar sent me a gold cigar-case with his monogram in diamonds. And
+I don't know yet whether that was a coincidence, or whether the Czar
+wanted me to know that he knew that I had been carrying the Czarina's
+diamonds in my pigskin cigar-case. What do you fellows think?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+
+Sir Andrew rose with disapproval written in every lineament.
+
+"I thought your story would bear upon the murder," he said. "Had I
+imagined it would have nothing whatsoever to do with it I would not
+have remained." He pushed back his chair and bowed stiffly. "I wish
+you good night," he said.
+
+There was a chorus of remonstrance, and under cover of this and the
+Baronet's answering protests a servant for the second time slipped a
+piece of paper into the hand of the gentleman with the pearl stud. He
+read the lines written upon it and tore it into tiny fragments.
+
+The youngest member, who had remained an interested but silent
+listener to the tale of the Queen's Messenger, raised his hand
+commandingly.
+
+"Sir Andrew," he cried, "in justice to Lord Arthur Chetney I must ask
+you to be seated. He has been accused in our hearing of a most serious
+crime, and I insist that you remain until you have heard me clear his
+character."
+
+"You!" cried the Baronet.
+
+"Yes," answered the young man briskly. "I would have spoken sooner,"
+he explained, "but that I thought this gentleman"--he inclined his
+head toward the Queen's Messenger--"was about to contribute some facts
+of which I was ignorant. He, however, has told us nothing, and so I
+will take up the tale at the point where Lieutenant Sears laid it down
+and give you those details of which Lieutenant Sears is ignorant. It
+seems strange to you that I should be able to add the sequel to this
+story. But the coincidence is easily explained. I am the junior member
+of the law firm of Chudleigh & Chudleigh. We have been solicitors for
+the Chetneys for the last two hundred years. Nothing, no matter how
+unimportant, which concerns Lord Edam and his two sons is unknown to
+us, and naturally we are acquainted with every detail of the terrible
+catastrophe of last night."
+
+The Baronet, bewildered but eager, sank back into his chair.
+
+"Will you be long, sir!" he demanded.
+
+"I shall endeavor to be brief," said the young solicitor; "and," he
+added, in a tone which gave his words almost the weight of a threat,
+"I promise to be interesting."
+
+"There is no need to promise that," said Sir Andrew, "I find it much
+too interesting as it is." He glanced ruefully at the clock and turned
+his eyes quickly from it.
+
+"Tell the driver of that hansom," he called to the servant, "that I
+take him by the hour."
+
+"For the last three days," began young Mr. Chudleigh, "as you have
+probably read in the daily papers, the Marquis of Edam has been at the
+point of death, and his physicians have never left his house. Every
+hour he seemed to grow weaker; but although his bodily strength is
+apparently leaving him forever, his mind has remained clear and
+active. Late yesterday evening word was received at our office that he
+wished my father to come at once to Chetney House and to bring with
+him certain papers. What these papers were is not essential; I mention
+them only to explain how it was that last night I happened to be at
+Lord Edam's bed-side. I accompanied my father to Chetney House, but at
+the time we reached there Lord Edam was sleeping, and his physicians
+refused to have him awakened. My father urged that he should be
+allowed to receive Lord Edam's instructions concerning the documents,
+but the physicians would not disturb him, and we all gathered in the
+library to wait until he should awake of his own accord. It was about
+one o'clock in the morning, while we were still there, that Inspector
+Lyle and the officers from Scotland Yard came to arrest Lord Arthur on
+the charge of murdering his brother. You can imagine our dismay and
+distress. Like every one else, I had learned from the afternoon papers
+that Lord Chetney was not dead, but that he had returned to England,
+and on arriving at Chetney House I had been told that Lord Arthur had
+gone to the Bath Hotel to look for his brother and to inform him that
+if he wished to see their father alive he must come to him at once.
+Although it was now past one o'clock, Arthur had not returned. None of
+us knew where Madame Zichy lived, so we could not go to recover Lord
+Chetney's body. We spent a most miserable night, hastening to the
+window whenever a cab came into the square, in the hope that it was
+Arthur returning, and endeavoring to explain away the facts that
+pointed to him as the murderer. I am a friend of Arthur's, I was with
+him at Harrow and at Oxford, and I refused to believe for an instant
+that he was capable of such a crime; but as a lawyer I could not help
+but see that the circumstantial evidence was strongly against him.
+
+"Toward early morning Lord Edam awoke, and in so much better a state
+of health that he refused to make the changes in the papers which he
+had intended, declaring that he was no nearer death than ourselves.
+Under other circumstances, this happy change in him would have
+relieved us greatly, but none of us could think of anything save the
+death of his elder son and of the charge which hung over Arthur.
+
+"As long as Inspector Lyle remained in the house my father decided
+that I, as one of the legal advisers of the family, should also remain
+there.  But there was little for either of us to do. Arthur did not
+return, and nothing occurred until late this morning, when Lyle
+received word that the Russian servant had been arrested. He at once
+drove to Scotland Yard to question him. He came back to us in an hour,
+and informed me that the servant had refused to tell anything of what
+had happened the night before, or of himself, or of the Princess
+Zichy. He would not even give them the address of her house.
+
+"'He is in abject terror,' Lyle said. 'I assured him that he was not
+suspected of the crime, but he would tell me nothing.'
+
+"There were no other developments until two o'clock this afternoon,
+when word was brought to us that Arthur had been found, and that he
+was lying in the accident ward of St. George's Hospital. Lyle and I
+drove there together, and found him propped up in bed with his head
+bound in a bandage. He had been brought to the hospital the night
+before by the driver of a hansom that had run over him in the fog. The
+cab-horse had kicked him on the head, and he had been carried in
+unconscious. There was nothing on him to tell who he was, and it was
+not until he came to his senses this afternoon that the hospital
+authorities had been able to send word to his people. Lyle at once
+informed him that he was under arrest, and with what he was charged,
+and though the inspector warned him to say nothing which might be used
+against him, I, as his solicitor, instructed him to speak freely and
+to tell us all he knew of the occurrences of last night. It was
+evident to any one that the fact of his brother's death was of much
+greater concern to him, than that he was accused of his murder.
+
+"'That,' Arthur said contemptuously, 'that is damned nonsense. It is
+monstrous and cruel. We parted better friends than we have been in
+years. I will tell you all that happened--not to clear myself, but to
+help you to find out the truth.' His story is as follows: Yesterday
+afternoon, owing to his constant attendance on his father, he did not
+look at the evening papers, and it was not until after dinner, when
+the butler brought him one and told him of its contents, that he
+learned that his brother was alive and at the Bath Hotel. He drove
+there at once, but was told that about eight o'clock his brother had
+gone out, but without giving any clew to his destination. As Chetney
+had not at once come to see his father, Arthur decided that he was
+still angry with him, and his mind, turning naturally to the cause of
+their quarrel, determined him to look for Chetney at the home of the
+Princess Zichy.
+
+"Her house had been pointed out to him, and though he had never
+visited it, he had passed it many times and knew its exact location.
+He accordingly drove in that direction, as far as the fog would permit
+the hansom to go, and walked the rest of the way, reaching the house
+about nine o'clock. He rang, and was admitted by the Russian servant.
+The man took his card into the drawing-room, and at once his brother
+ran out and welcomed him. He was followed by the Princess Zichy, who
+also received Arthur most cordially.
+
+"'You brothers will have much to talk about,' she said. 'I am going to
+the dining-room. When you have finished, let me know.'
+
+"As soon as she had left them, Arthur told his brother that their
+father was not expected to outlive the night, and that he must come to
+him at once.
+
+"'This is not the moment to remember your quarrel,' Arthur said to
+him; 'you have come back from the dead only in time to make your peace
+with him before he dies.'
+
+"Arthur says that at this Chetney was greatly moved.
+
+"'You entirely misunderstand me, Arthur,' he returned. 'I did not know
+the governor was ill, or I would have gone to him the instant I
+arrived. My only reason for not doing so was because I thought he was
+still angry with me. I shall return with you immediately, as soon as I
+have said good-by to the Princess. It is a final good-by. After
+tonight, I shall never see her again.'
+
+"'Do you mean that?' Arthur cried.
+
+"'Yes,' Chetney answered. 'When I returned to London I had no
+intention of seeking her again, and I am here only through a mistake.'
+He then told Arthur that he had separated from the Princess even
+before he went to Central Africa, and that, moreover, while at Cairo
+on his way south, he had learned certain facts concerning her life
+there during the previous season, which made it impossible for him to
+ever wish to see her again. Their separation was final and complete.
+
+"'She deceived me cruelly,' he said; 'I cannot tell you how cruelly.
+During the two years when I was trying to obtain my father's consent to
+our marriage she was in lore with a Russian diplomat. During all that
+time he was secretly visiting her here in London, and her trip to Cairo
+was only an excuse to meet him there.'
+
+"'Yet you are here with her tonight,' Arthur protested, 'only a few
+hours after your return.'
+
+"'That is easily explained,' Chetney answered. 'As I finished dinner
+tonight at the hotel, I received a note from her from this address. In
+it she said she had but just learned of my arrival, and begged me to
+come to her at once. She wrote that she was in great and present
+trouble, dying of an incurable illness, and without friends or money.
+She begged me, for the sake of old times, to come to her assistance.
+During the last two years in the jungle all my former feeling for
+Ziehy has utterly passed away, but no one could have dismissed the
+appeal she made in that letter. So I came here, and found her, as you
+have seen her, quite as beautiful as she ever was, in very good
+health, and, from the look of the house, in no need of money.
+
+"'I asked her what she meant by writing me that she was dying in a
+garret, and she laughed, and said she had done so because she was
+afraid, unless I thought she needed help, I would not try to see her.
+That was where we were when you arrived. And now,' Chetney added, 'I
+will say good-by to her, and you had better return home. No, you can
+trust me, I shall follow you at once. She has no influence over me
+now, but I believe, in spite of the way she has used me, that she is,
+after her queer fashion, still fond of me, and when she learns that
+this good-by is final there may be a scene, and it is not fair to her
+that you should be here. So, go home at once, and tell the governor
+that I am following you in ten minutes.' "'That,' said Arthur, 'is the
+way we parted. I never left him on more friendly terms. I was happy to
+see him alive again, I was happy to think he had returned in time to
+make up his quarrel with my father, and I was happy that at last he
+was shut of that woman. I was never better pleased with him in my
+life.' He turned to Inspector Lyle, who was sitting at the foot of the
+bed taking notes of all he told us.
+
+"'Why in the name of common sense,' he cried, 'should I have chosen
+that moment of all others to send my brother back to the grave!' For a
+moment the Inspector did not answer him. I do not know if any of you
+gentlemen are acquainted with Inspector Lyle, but if you are not, I
+can assure you that he is a very remarkable man. Our firm often
+applies to him for aid, and he has never failed us; my father has the
+greatest possible respect for him. Where he has the advantage over the
+ordinary police official is in the fact that he possesses imagination.
+He imagines himself to be the criminal, imagines how he would act
+under the same circumstances, and he imagines to such purpose that he
+generally finds the man he wants. I have often told Lyle that if he
+had not been a detective he would have made a great success as a poet,
+or a playwright.
+
+"When Arthur turned on him Lyle hesitated for a moment, and then told
+him exactly what was the case against him.
+
+"'Ever since your brother was reported as having died in Africa,' he
+said, 'your Lordship has been collecting money on post obits. Lord
+Chetney's arrival last night turned them into waste paper. You were
+suddenly in debt for thousands of pounds--for much more than you could
+ever possibly pay. No one knew that you and your brother had met at
+Madame Zichy's. But you knew that your father was not expected to
+outlive the night, and that if your brother were dead also, you would
+be saved from complete ruin, and that you would become the Marquis of
+Edam.'
+
+"'Oh, that is how you have worked it out, is it?' Arthur cried. 'And
+for me to become Lord Edam was it necessary that the woman should die,
+too!'
+
+"'They will say,' Lyle answered, 'that she was a witness to the murder
+--that she would have told.'
+
+"'Then why did I not kill the servant as well!' Arthur said.
+
+"'He was asleep, and saw nothing.'
+
+"'And you believe _that?_' Arthur demanded.
+
+"'It is not a question of what I believe,' Lyle said gravely. 'It is a
+question for your peers.'
+
+"'The man is insolent!' Arthur cried. 'The thing is monstrous!
+Horrible!'
+
+"Before we could stop him he sprang out of his cot and began pulling
+on his clothes. When the nurses tried to hold him down, he fought with
+them.
+
+"'Do you think you can keep me here,' he shouted, 'when they are
+plotting to hang me? I am going with you to that house!' he cried at
+Lyle. 'When you find those bodies I shall be beside you. It is my
+right.  He is my brother. He has been murdered, and I can tell you who
+murdered him. That woman murdered him. She first ruined his life, and
+now she has killed him. For the last five years she has been plotting
+to make herself his wife, and last night, when he told her he had
+discovered the truth about the Russian, and that she would never see
+him again, she flew into a passion and stabbed him, and then, in
+terror of the gallows, killed herself. She murdered him, I tell you,
+and I promise you that we will find the knife she used near
+her--perhaps still in her hand. What will you say to that?'
+
+"Lyle turned his head away and stared down at the floor. 'I might
+say,' he answered, 'that you placed it there.'
+
+"Arthur gave a cry of anger and sprang at him, and then pitched
+forward into his arms. The blood was running from the cut under the
+bandage, and he had fainted. Lyle carried him back to the bed again,
+and we left him with the police and the doctors, and drove at once to
+the address he had given us. We found the house not three minutes'
+walk from St. George's Hospital. It stands in Trevor Terrace, that
+little row of houses set back from Knightsbridge, with one end in Hill
+Street.
+
+"As we left the hospital Lyle had said to me, 'You must not blame me
+for treating him as I did. All is fair in this work, and if by
+angering that boy I could have made him commit himself I was right in
+trying to do so; though, I assure you, no one would be better pleased
+than myself if I could prove his theory to be correct. But we cannot
+tell. Everything depends upon what we see for ourselves within the
+next few minutes.'
+
+"When we reached the house, Lyle broke open the fastenings of one of
+the windows on the ground floor, and, hidden by the trees in the
+garden, we scrambled in. We found ourselves in the reception-room,
+which was the first room on the right of the hall. The gas was still
+burning behind the colored glass and red silk shades, and when the
+daylight streamed in after us it gave the hall a hideously dissipated
+look, like the foyer of a theatre at a matinee, or the entrance to an
+all-day gambling hell. The house was oppressively silent, and because
+we knew why it was so silent we spoke in whispers. When Lyle turned
+the handle of the drawing-room door, I felt as though some one had put
+his hand upon my throat. But I followed close at his shoulder, and
+saw, in the subdued light of many-tinted lamps, the body of Chetney at
+the foot of the divan, just as Lieutenant Sears had described it. In
+the drawing-room we found the body of the Princess Zichy, her arms
+thrown out, and the blood from her heart frozen in a tiny line across
+her bare shoulder. But neither of us, although we searched the floor
+on our hands and knees, could find the weapon which had killed her.
+
+"'For Arthur's sake,' I said, 'I would have given a thousand pounds if
+we had found the knife in her hand, as he said we would.'
+
+"'That we have not found it there,' Lyle answered, 'is to my mind the
+strongest proof that he is telling the truth, that he left the house
+before the murder took place. He is not a fool, and had he stabbed his
+brother and this woman, he would have seen that by placing the knife
+near her he could help to make it appear as if she had killed Chetney
+and then committed suicide. Besides, Lord Arthur insisted that the
+evidence in his behalf would be our finding the knife here. He would
+not have urged that if he knew we would _not_ find it, if he knew he
+himself had carried it away. This is no suicide. A suicide does not
+rise and hide the weapon with which he kills himself, and then lie
+down again. No, this has been a double murder, and we must look
+outside of the house for the murderer.'
+
+"While he was speaking Lyle and I had been searching every corner,
+studying the details of each room. I was so afraid that, without
+telling me, he would make some deductions prejudicial to Arthur, that
+I never left his side. I was determined to see everything that he saw,
+and, if possible, to prevent his interpreting it in the wrong way. He
+finally finished his examination, and we sat down together in the
+drawing-room, and he took out his notebook and read aloud all that Mr.
+Sears had told him of the murder and what we had just learned from
+Arthur. We compared the two accounts word for word, and weighed
+statement with statement, but I could not determine from anything Lyle
+said which of the two versions he had decided to believe.
+
+"'We are trying to build a house of blocks,' he exclaimed, 'with half
+of the blocks missing. We have been considering two theories,' he went
+on: 'one that Lord Arthur is responsible for both murders, and the
+other that the dead woman in there is responsible for one of them, and
+has committed suicide; but, until the Russian servant is ready to
+talk, I shall refuse to believe in the guilt of either.'
+
+"'What can you prove by him!' I asked. 'He was drunk and asleep. He
+saw nothing.'
+
+"Lyle hesitated, and then, as though he had made up his mind to be
+quite frank with me, spoke freely.
+
+"'I do not know that he was either drunk or asleep,' he answered.
+'Lieutenant Sears describes him as a stupid boor. I am not satisfied
+that he is not a clever actor. What was his position in this house!
+What was his real duty here? Suppose it was not to guard this woman,
+but to watch her. Let us imagine that it was not the woman he served,
+but a master, and see where that leads us. For this house has a
+master, a mysterious, absentee landlord, who lives in St. Petersburg,
+the unknown Russian who came between Chetney and Zichy, and because of
+whom Chetney left her. He is the man who bought this house for Madame
+Zichy, who sent these rugs and curtains from St. Petersburg to furnish
+it for her after his own tastes, and, I believe, it was he also who
+placed the Russian servant here, ostensibly to serve the Princess, but
+in reality to spy upon her.  At Scotland Yard we do not know who this
+gentleman is; the Russian police confess to equal ignorance concerning
+him. When Lord Chetney went to Africa, Madame Zichy lived in St.
+Petersburg; but there her receptions and dinners were so crowded with
+members of the nobility and of the army and diplomats, that among so
+many visitors the police could not learn which was the one for whom
+she most greatly cared.'
+
+"Lyle pointed at the modern French paintings and the heavy silk rugs
+which hung upon the walls.
+
+"'The unknown is a man of taste and of some fortune,' he said, 'not
+the sort of man to send a stupid peasant to guard the woman he loves.
+So I am not content to believe, with Mr. Sears, that the servant is a
+boor. I believe him instead to be a very clever ruffian. I believe him
+to be the protector of his master's honor, or, let us say, of his
+master's property, whether that property be silver plate or the woman
+his master loves. Last night, after Lord Arthur had gone away, the
+servant was left alone in this house with Lord Chetney and Madame
+Zichy. From where he sat in the hall he could hear Lord Chetney
+bidding her farewell; for, if my idea of him is correct, he
+understands English quite as well as you or I. Let us imagine that he
+heard her entreating Chetney not to leave her, reminding him of his
+former wish to marry her, and let us suppose that he hears Chetney
+denounce her, and tell her that at Cairo he has learned of this
+Russian admirer--the servant's master. He hears the woman declare that
+she has had no admirer but himself, that this unknown Russian was, and
+is, nothing to her, that there is no man she loves but him, and that
+she cannot live, knowing that he is alive, without his love. Suppose
+Chetney believed her, suppose his former infatuation for her returned,
+and that in a moment of weakness he forgave her and took her in his
+arms. That is the moment the Russian master has feared. It is to guard
+against it that he has placed his watchdog over the Princess, and how
+do we know but that, when the moment came, the watchdog served his
+master, as he saw his duty, and killed them both? What do you think?'
+Lyle demanded. 'Would not that explain both murders?'
+
+"I was only too willing to hear any theory which pointed to any one
+else as the criminal than Arthur, but Lyle's explanation was too
+utterly fantastic. I told him that he certainly showed imagination,
+but that he could not hang a man for what he imagined he had done.
+
+"'No,' Lyle answered, 'but I can frighten him by telling him what I
+think he has done, and now when I again question the Russian servant I
+will make it quite clear to him that I believe he is the murderer. I
+think that will open his mouth. A man will at least talk to defend
+himself. Come,' he said, 'we must return at once to Scotland Yard and
+see him. There is nothing more to do here.'
+
+"He arose, and I followed him into the hall, and in another minute we
+would have been on our way to Scotland Yard. But just as he opened the
+street door a postman halted at the gate of the garden, and began
+fumbling with the latch.
+
+"Lyle stopped, with an exclamation of chagrin.
+
+"'How stupid of me!' he exclaimed. He turned quickly and pointed to a
+narrow slit cut in the brass plate of the front door. 'The house has a
+private letter-box,' he said, 'and I had not thought to look in it! If
+we had gone out as we came in, by the window, I would never have seen
+it. The moment I entered the house I should have thought of securing
+the letters which came this morning. I have been grossly careless.' He
+stepped back into the hall and pulled at the lid of the letterbox,
+which hung on the inside of the door, but it was tightly locked. At
+the same moment the postman came up the steps holding a letter.
+Without a word Lyle took it from his hand and began to examine it. It
+was addressed to the Princess Zichy, and on the back of the envelope
+was the name of a West End dressmaker.
+
+"'That is of no use to me,' Lyle said. He took out his card and showed
+it to the postman. 'I am Inspector Lyle from Scotland Yard,' he said.
+'The people in this house are under arrest. Everything it contains is
+now in my keeping. Did you deliver any other letters here this
+morning!'
+
+"The man looked frightened, but answered promptly that he was now upon
+his third round. He had made one postal delivery at seven that morning
+and another at eleven.
+
+"'How many letters did you leave here!' Lyle asked.
+
+"'About six altogether,' the man answered.
+
+"'Did you put them through the door into the letter-box!'
+
+"The postman said, 'Yes, I always slip them into the box, and ring and
+go away. The servants collect them from the inside.'
+
+"'Have you noticed if any of the letters you leave here bear a Russian
+postage stamp!' Lyle asked.
+
+"The man answered, 'Oh, yes, sir, a great many.'
+
+"'From the same person, would you say!'
+
+"'The writing seems to be the same,' the man answered. 'They come
+regularly about once a week--one of those I delivered this morning had
+a Russian postmark.'
+
+"'That will do,' said Lyle eagerly. 'Thank you, thank you very much.'
+
+"He ran back into the hall, and, pulling out his penknife, began to
+pick at the lock of the letter-box.
+
+"'I have been supremely careless,' he said in great excitement. 'Twice
+before when people I wanted had flown from a house I have been able to
+follow them by putting a guard over their mail-box. These letters,
+which arrive regularly every week from Russia in the same handwriting,
+they can come but from one person. At least, we shall now know the
+name of the master of this house. Undoubtedly it is one of his letters
+that the man placed here this morning. We may make a most important
+discovery.'
+
+"As he was talking he was picking at the lock with his knife, but he
+was so impatient to reach the letters that he pressed too heavily on
+the blade and it broke in his hand. I took a step backward and drove
+my heel into the lock, and burst it open. The lid flew back, and we
+pressed forward, and each ran his hand down into the letterbox. For a
+moment we were both too startled to move. The box was empty.
+
+"I do not know how long we stood staring stupidly at each other, but
+it was Lyle who was the first to recover. He seized me by the arm and
+pointed excitedly into the empty box.
+
+"'Do you appreciate what that means?' he cried. 'It means that some
+one has been here ahead of us. Some one has entered this house not
+three hours before we came, since eleven o'clock this morning.'
+
+"'It was the Russian servant!' I exclaimed.
+
+"'The Russian servant has been under arrest at Scotland Yard,' Lyle
+cried. 'He could not have taken the letters. Lord Arthur has been in
+his cot at the hospital. That is his alibi. There is some one else,
+some one we do not suspect, and that some one is the murderer. He came
+back here either to obtain those letters because he knew they would
+convict him, or to remove something he had left here at the time of
+the murder, something incriminating,--the weapon, perhaps, or some
+personal article; a cigarette-case, a handkerchief with his name upon
+it, or a pair of gloves. Whatever it was it must have been damning
+evidence against him to have made him take so desperate a chance.'
+
+"'How do we know,' I whispered, 'that he is not hidden here now?'
+
+"'No, I'll swear he is not,' Lyle answered. 'I may have bungled in
+some things, but I have searched this house thoroughly. Nevertheless,'
+he added, 'we must go over it again, from the cellar to the roof. We
+have the real clew now, and we must forget the others and work only
+it.' As he spoke he began again to search the drawing-room, turning
+over even the books on the tables and the music on the piano.
+"'Whoever the man is,' he said over his shoulder, 'we know that he has
+a key to the front door and a key to the letter-box. That shows us he
+is either an inmate of the house or that he comes here when he wishes.
+The Russian says that he was the only servant in the house. Certainly
+we have found no evidence to show that any other servant slept here.
+There could be but one other person who would possess a key to the
+house and the letter-box--and he lives in St. Petersburg. At the time
+of the murder he was two thousand miles away.' Lyle interrupted
+himself suddenly with a sharp cry and turned upon me with his eyes
+flashing. 'But was he?' he cried. 'Was he? How do we know that last
+night he was not in London, in this very house when Zichy and Chetney
+met?'
+
+"He stood staring at me without seeing me, muttering, and arguing with
+himself.
+
+"'Don't speak to me,' he cried, as I ventured to interrupt him. 'I can
+see it now. It is all plain. It was not the servant, but his master,
+the Russian himself, and it was he who came back for the letters! He
+came back for them because he knew they would convict him. We must
+find them.  We must have those letters. If we find the one with the
+Russian postmark, we shall have found the murderer.' He spoke like a
+madman, and as he spoke he ran around the room with one hand held out
+in front of him as you have seen a mind-reader at a theatre seeking
+for something hidden in the stalls. He pulled the old letters from the
+writing-desk, and ran them over as swiftly as a gambler deals out
+cards; he dropped on his knees before the fireplace and dragged out
+the dead coals with his bare fingers, and then with a low, worried
+cry, like a hound on a scent, he ran back to the waste-paper basket
+and, lifting the papers from it, shook them out upon the floor.
+Instantly he gave a shout of triumph, and, separating a number of torn
+pieces from the others, held them up before me.
+
+"'Look!' he cried. 'Do you see? Here are five letters, torn across in
+two places. The Russian did not stop to read them, for, as you see, he
+has left them still sealed. I have been wrong. He did not return for
+the letters. He could not have known their value. He must have
+returned for some other reason, and, as he was leaving, saw the
+letter-box, and taking out the letters, held them together--so--and
+tore them twice across, and then, as the fire had gone out, tossed
+them into this basket. Look!' he cried, 'here in the upper corner of
+this piece is a Russian stamp. This is his own letter--unopened!'
+
+"We examined the Russian stamp and found it had been cancelled in St.
+Petersburg four days ago. The back of the envelope bore the postmark
+of the branch station in upper Sloane Street, and was dated this
+morning.  The envelope was of official blue paper and we had no
+difficulty in finding the two other parts of it. We drew the torn
+pieces of the letter from them and joined them together side by side.
+There were but two lines of writing, and this was the message: 'I
+leave Petersburg on the night train, and I shall see you at Trevor
+Terrace after dinner Monday evening.'
+
+"'That was last night!' Lyle cried. 'He arrived twelve hours ahead of
+his letter--but it came in time--it came in time to hang him!'"
+
+The Baronet struck the table with his hand.
+
+"The name!" he demanded. "How was it signed? What was the man's name!"
+
+The young Solicitor rose to his feet and, leaning forward, stretched
+out his arm. "There was no name," he cried. "The letter was signed
+with only two initials. But engraved at the top of the sheet was the
+man's address. That address was 'THE AMERICAN EMBASSY, ST. PETERSBURG,
+BUREAU or THE NAVAL ATTACHE,' and the initials," he shouted, his voice
+rising into an exultant and bitter cry, "were those of the gentleman
+who sits opposite who told us that he was the first to find the
+murdered bodies, the Naval Attache to Russia, Lieutenant Sears!"
+
+A strained and awful hush followed the Solicitor's words, which seemed
+to vibrate like a twanging bowstring that had just hurled its bolt.
+Sir Andrew, pale and staring, drew away with an exclamation of
+repulsion.  His eyes were fastened upon the Naval Attache with
+fascinated horror.  But the American emitted a sigh of great content,
+and sank comfortably into the arms of his chair. He clapped his hands
+softly together.
+
+"Capital!" he murmured. "I give you my word I never guessed what you
+were driving at. You fooled _me,_ I'll be hanged if you didn't--you
+certainly fooled me."
+
+The man with the pearl stud leaned forward with a nervous gesture.
+"Hush! be careful!" he whispered. But at that instant, for the third
+time, a servant, hastening through the room, handed him a piece of
+paper which he scanned eagerly. The message on the paper read, "The
+light over the Commons is out. The House has risen."
+
+The man with the black pearl gave a mighty shout, and tossed the paper
+from him upon the table.
+
+"Hurrah!" he cried. "The House is up! We've won!" He caught up his
+glass, and slapped the Naval Attache violently upon the shoulder. He
+nodded joyously at him, at the Solicitor, and at the Queen's
+Messenger.  "Gentlemen, to you!" he cried; "my thanks and my
+congratulations!" He drank deep from the glass, and breathed forth a
+long sigh of satisfaction and relief.
+
+"But I say," protested the Queen's Messenger, shaking his finger
+violently at the Solicitor, "that story won't do. You didn't play
+fair--and--and you talked so fast I couldn't make out what it was all
+about. I'll bet you that evidence wouldn't hold in a court of law--you
+couldn't hang a cat on such evidence. Your story is condemned
+tommy-rot. Now my story might have happened, my story bore the
+mark--"
+
+In the joy of creation the story-tellers had forgotten their audience,
+until a sudden exclamation from Sir Andrew caused them to turn
+guiltily toward him. His face was knit with lines of anger, doubt, and
+amazement.
+
+"What does this mean!" he cried. "Is this a jest, or are you mad? If
+you know this man is a murderer, why is he at large? Is this a game
+you have been playing? Explain yourselves at once. What does it mean?"
+
+The American, with first a glance at the others, rose and bowed
+courteously.
+
+"I am not a murderer, Sir Andrew, believe me," he said; "you need not
+be alarmed. As a matter of fact, at this moment I am much more afraid
+of you than you could possibly be of me. I beg you please to be
+indulgent.  I assure you, we meant no disrespect. We have been
+matching stories, that is all, pretending that we are people we are
+not, endeavoring to entertain you with better detective tales than,
+for instance, the last one you read, 'The Great Rand Robbery.'"
+
+The Baronet brushed his hand nervously across his forehead.
+
+"Do you mean to tell me," he exclaimed, "that none of this has
+happened?  That Lord Chetney is not dead, that his Solicitor did not
+find a letter of yours written from your post in Petersburg, and that
+just now, when he charged you with murder, he was in jest?"
+
+"I am really very sorry," said the American, "but you see, sir, he
+could not have found a letter written by me in St. Petersburg because
+I have never been in Petersburg. Until this week, I have never been
+outside of my own country. I am not a naval officer. I am a writer of
+short stories. And tonight, when this gentleman told me that you were
+fond of detective stories, I thought it would be amusing to tell you
+one of my own--one I had just mapped out this afternoon."
+
+"But Lord Chetney _is_ a real person," interrupted the Baronet, "and
+he did go to Africa two years ago, and he was supposed to have died
+there, and his brother, Lord Arthur, has been the heir. And yesterday
+Chetney did return. I read it in the papers." "So did I," assented the
+American soothingly; "and it struck me as being a very good plot for a
+story. I mean his unexpected return from the dead, and the probable
+disappointment of the younger brother. So I decided that the younger
+brother had better murder the older one. The Princess Zichy I invented
+out of a clear sky.  The fog I did not have to invent. Since last
+night I know all that there is to know about a London fog. I was lost
+in one for three hours."
+
+The Baronet turned grimly upon the Queen's Messenger.
+
+"But this gentleman," he protested, "he is not a writer of short
+stories; he is a member of the Foreign Office. I have often seen him
+in Whitehall, and, according to him, the Princess Zichy is not an
+invention. He says she is very well known, that she tried to rob him."
+
+The servant of the Foreign Office looked unhappily at the Cabinet
+Minister, and puffed nervously on his cigar.
+
+"It's true, Sir Andrew, that I am a Queen's Messenger," he said
+appealingly, "and a Russian woman once did try to rob a Queen's
+Messenger in a railway carriage--only it did not happen to me, but to
+a pal of mine. The only Russian princess I ever knew called herself
+Zabrisky. You may have seen her. She used to do a dive from the roof
+of the Aquarium."
+
+Sir Andrew, with a snort of indignation, fronted the young Solicitor.
+
+"And I suppose yours was a cock-and-bull story, too," he said. "Of
+course, it must have been, since Lord Chetney is not dead. But don't
+tell me," he protested, "that you are not Chudleigh's son either."
+
+"I'm sorry," said the youngest member, smiling in some embarrassment,
+"but my name is not Chudleigh. I assure you, though, that I know the
+family very well, and that I am on very good terms with them."
+
+"You should be!" exclaimed the Baronet; "and, judging from the
+liberties you take with the Chetneys, you had better be on very good
+terms with them, too."
+
+The young man leaned back and glanced toward the servants at the far
+end of the room.
+
+"It has been so long since I have been in the Club," he said, "that I
+doubt if even the waiters remember me. Perhaps Joseph may," he added.
+"Joseph!" he called, and at the word a servant stepped briskly
+forward.
+
+The young man pointed to the stuffed head of a great lion which was
+suspended above the fireplace.
+
+"Joseph," he said, "I want you to tell these gentlemen who shot that
+lion. Who presented it to the Grill?"
+
+Joseph, unused to acting as master of ceremonies to members of the
+Club, shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
+
+"Why, you--you did," he stammered.
+
+"Of course I did!" exclaimed the young man. "I mean, what is the name
+of the man who shot it! Tell the gentlemen who I am. They wouldn't
+believe me."
+
+"Who you are, my lord?" said Joseph. "You are Lord Edam's son, the
+Earl of Chetney."
+
+"You must admit," said Lord Chetney, when the noise had died away,
+"that I couldn't remain dead while my little brother was accused of
+murder. I had to do something. Family pride demanded it. Now, Arthur,
+as the younger brother, can't afford to be squeamish, but personally I
+should hate to have a brother of mine hanged for murder."
+
+"You certainly showed no scruples against hanging me," said the
+American, "but in the face of your evidence I admit my guilt, and I
+sentence myself to pay the full penalty of the law as we are made to
+pay it in my own country. The order of this court is," he announced,
+"that Joseph shall bring me a wine-card, and that I sign it for five
+bottles of the Club's best champagne." "Oh, no!" protested the man
+with the pearl stud, "it is not for _you_ to sign it. In my opinion it
+is Sir Andrew who should pay the costs. It is time you knew," he said,
+turning to that gentleman, "that unconsciously you have been the
+victim of what I may call a patriotic conspiracy. These stories have
+had a more serious purpose than merely to amuse. They have been told
+with the worthy object of detaining you from the House of Commons. I
+must explain to you, that all through this evening I have had a
+servant waiting in Trafalgar Square with instructions to bring me word
+as soon as the light over the House of Commons had ceased to burn. The
+light is now out, and the object for which we plotted is attained."
+
+The Baronet glanced keenly at the man with the black pearl, and then
+quickly at his watch. The smile disappeared from his lips, and his
+face was set in stern and forbidding lines.
+
+"And may I know," he asked icily, "what was the object of your plot!"
+
+"A most worthy one," the other retorted. "Our object was to keep you
+from advocating the expenditure of many millions of the people's money
+upon more battleships. In a word, we have been working together to
+prevent you from passing the Navy Increase Bill."
+
+Sir Andrew's face bloomed with brilliant color. His body shook with
+suppressed emotion.
+
+"My dear sir!" he cried, "you should spend more time at the House and
+less at your Club. The Navy Bill was brought up on its third reading
+at eight o'clock this evening. I spoke for three hours in its favor.
+My only reason for wishing to return again to the House to-night was
+to sup on the terrace with my old friend, Admiral Simons; for my work
+at the House was completed five hours ago, when the Navy Increase Bill
+was passed by an overwhelming majority."
+
+The Baronet rose and bowed. "I have to thank you, sir," he said, "for
+a most interesting evening."
+
+The American shoved the wine-card which Joseph had given him toward
+the gentleman with the black pearl.
+
+"You sign it," he said.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
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