We might have guessed....”
“Never mind the darned stitches.
How did he get ahead of us?
We hustled all we knew.
It’s downright impossible for anyone to get here quicker than we did.
And, anyway, how did he know?
Do you reckon there was a dictaphone in Jane’s room?
I guess there must have been.”
But Tommy’s common sense pointed out objections.
“No one could have known beforehand that she was going to be in that house—much less that particular room.”
“That’s so,” admitted Julius. “Then one of the nurses was a crook and listened at the door.
How’s that?”
“I don’t see that it matters anyway,” said Tommy wearily. “He may have found out some months ago, and removed the papers, then——No, by Jove, that won’t wash!
They’d have been published at once.”
“Sure thing they would!
No, some one’s got ahead of us to-day by an hour or so.
But how they did it gets my goat.”
“I wish that chap Peel Edgerton had been with us,” said Tommy thoughtfully.
“Why?” Julius stared. “The mischief was done when we came.”
“Yes——” Tommy hesitated.
He could not explain his own feeling—the illogical idea that the K.C.‘s presence would somehow have averted the catastrophe.
He reverted to his former point of view. “It’s no good arguing about how it was done.
The game’s up.
We’ve failed. There’s only one thing for me to do.”
“What’s that?”
“Get back to London as soon as possible. Mr. Carter must be warned.
It’s only a matter of hours now before the blow falls. But, at any rate, he ought to know the worst.”
The duty was an unpleasant one, but Tommy had no intention of shirking it.
He must report his failure to Mr. Carter.
After that his work was done.
He took the midnight mail to London. Julius elected to stay the night at Holyhead.
Half an hour after arrival, haggard and pale, Tommy stood before his chief.
“I’ve come to report, sir. I’ve failed—failed badly.”
Mr. Carter eyed him sharply.
“You mean that the treaty——”
“Is in the hands of Mr. Brown, sir.”
“Ah!” said Mr. Carter quietly.
The expression on his face did not change, but Tommy caught the flicker of despair in his eyes.
It convinced him as nothing else had done that the outlook was hopeless.
“Well,” said Mr. Carter after a minute or two, “we mustn’t sag at the knees, I suppose.
I’m glad to know definitely.
We must do what we can.”
Through Tommy’s mind flashed the assurance: “It’s hopeless, and he knows it’s hopeless!”
The other looked up at him.
“Don’t take it to heart, lad,” he said kindly. “You did your best.
You were up against one of the biggest brains of the century. And you came very near success.
Remember that.”
“Thank you, sir.
It’s awfully decent of you.”
“I blame myself. I have been blaming myself ever since I heard this other news.”