Then I tore off a bit of gorse—My! but it did prick—and plugged the hole with it so that you’d never guess there was a crevice of any kind there.
Then I marked the place carefully in my own mind, so that I’d find it again.
There was a queer boulder in the path just there—for all the world like a dog sitting up begging.
Then I went back to the road. The car was waiting, and I drove back.
I just caught the train.
I was a bit ashamed of myself for fancying things maybe, but, by and by, I saw the man opposite me wink at a woman who was sitting next to me, and I felt scared again, and was glad the papers were safe.
I went out in the corridor to get a little air.
I thought I’d slip into another carriage. But the woman called me back, said I’d dropped something, and when I stooped to look, something seemed to hit me—here.” She placed her hand to the back of her head. “I don’t remember anything more until I woke up in the hospital.”
There was a pause.
“Thank you, Miss Finn.”
It was Sir James who spoke. “I hope we have not tired you?”
“Oh, that’s all right.
My head aches a little, but otherwise I feel fine.”
Julius stepped forward and took her hand again.
“So long, Cousin Jane.
I’m going to get busy after those papers, but I’ll be back in two shakes of a dog’s tail, and I’ll tote you up to London and give you the time of your young life before we go back to the States!
I mean it—so hurry up and get well.”
CHAPTER XX. TOO LATE
IN the street they held an informal council of war.
Sir James had drawn a watch from his pocket.
“The boat train to Holyhead stops at Chester at 12.14.
If you start at once I think you can catch the connection.”
Tommy looked up, puzzled.
“Is there any need to hurry, sir?
To-day is only the 24th.”
“I guess it’s always well to get up early in the morning,” said Julius, before the lawyer had time to reply. “We’ll make tracks for the depot right away.”
A little frown had settled on Sir James’s brow.
“I wish I could come with you.
I am due to speak at a meeting at two o’clock.
It is unfortunate.”
The reluctance in his tone was very evident. It was clear, on the other hand, that Julius was easily disposed to put up with the loss of the other’s company.
“I guess there’s nothing complicated about this deal,” he remarked. “Just a game of hide-and-seek, that’s all.”
“I hope so,” said Sir James.
“Sure thing.
What else could it be?”
“You are still young, Mr. Hersheimmer.
At my age you will probably have learnt one lesson. ‘Never underestimate your adversary.’”
The gravity of his tone impressed Tommy, but had little effect upon Julius.
“You think Mr. Brown might come along and take a hand?
If he does, I’m ready for him.” He slapped his pocket. “I carry a gun.
Little Willie here travels round with me everywhere.” He produced a murderous-looking automatic, and tapped it affectionately before returning it to its home. “But he won’t be needed this trip.
There’s nobody to put Mr. Brown wise.”
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
“There was nobody to put Mr. Brown wise to the fact that Mrs. Vandemeyer meant to betray him. Nevertheless, Mrs. Vandemeyer died without speaking.”
Julius was silenced for once, and Sir James added on a lighter note:
“I only want to put you on your guard.
Good-bye, and good luck.
Take no unnecessary risks once the papers are in your hands.
If there is any reason to believe that you have been shadowed, destroy them at once.
Good luck to you. The game is in your hands now.” He shook hands with them both.