"just the verdict that i expected," mr. pettigrew said, as he and the ladies issued from the courthouse.
"i suppose that it is for the best, mr. pettigrew, but it seems hard, when we could have said so much, to be obliged to hold our tongues altogether."
"no doubt you will have an opportunity later on, miss covington. our tongues are tied until we can obtain some sort of proof to go upon. we cannot go into court with merely suspicions; we must get facts. all we have done at present is to obtain some sort of foundation on which to work; but facts we shall, i hope, get ere long from what we may discover of this fellow's movements. he is likely to be less careful now that it has been decided that walter is dead. he is doubtless well aware of the fact that trustees have a year given them before proceeding to carry out the provisions of a will, and, therefore, for that time he will keep quiet. at the end of the year his solicitor will write us a courteous letter, asking when we shall be in a position to distribute the estate in accordance with the provisions of the will. we shall reply that we are not in a position to do so. then, after a time, will come letters of a more and more peremptory character, and at last a notice that they are about to apply to the courts for an order for us to act upon the provisions of the will. about two years after the general's death the matter will probably come on. i may say that i have already sent checks to all the small legatees."
"thank you, i was aware of that, because tom roberts came to me yesterday with his check for two hundred[pg 194] pounds," and said, "look here, miss covington; you said you meant to keep me on just the same as in the general's time, so this won't be of any use to me, and i should like to spend it in any way that you think best to find out what has become of master walter.' of course i told him that the money could not be spent in that way, and that the work that he was doing was of far greater use than ten times that sum would be."
"i will send you your check to-morrow, miss covington. the sum we have paid to the people who have been searching, and all other expenses that may be incurred, will, of course, come out of the estate. you have not as yet settled, i suppose, as to your future plans?"
"no, except that i shall certainly keep on the house in hyde park gardens for the present. it is, of course, ridiculously large for me, but i don't want the trouble of making a move until i make one permanently, and shall therefore stay here until this matter is finally cleared up. miss purcell has most kindly consented to remain as my chaperon, and her plans and those of her niece will depend upon mine."
they had sent away their carriage when they entered the court, and they walked quietly home, mr. pettigrew returning at once to his office. the next morning tom roberts accosted hilda as she entered the breakfast room, with a face that showed he had news.
"we have traced him down to one of his places at last, miss. i said to andrew, 'we must keep a special sharp look out to-night, for like enough, now that the inquest is over, he will be going to talk over the matter with his pals.' well, miss, last night, at half-past nine, out he comes. he wasn't in evening dress, for although, as usual, he had a topcoat on, he had light trousers and walking boots. he did not turn the usual way, but went up into piccadilly. we followed him. i kept close behind him, and andrew at a distance, so that he should not notice us together. at the circus he hailed a cab, and as he got in i heard him say to the driver, 'king's[pg 195] cross station.' as soon as he had gone off andrew and i jumped into another cab, and told the man to drive to the same place, and that we would give him a shilling extra if he drove sharp.
"he did drive sharp, and i felt sure that we had got there before our man. i stopped outside the entrance, andrew went inside. in five minutes he arrived, paid the driver his fare, and went in. i had agreed to wait two or three minutes outside, while andrew was to be at the ticket office to see where he booked for. i was just going in when, to my surprise, out the man came again and walked briskly away. i ran in and fetched andrew, and off we went after him. he hadn't more than a minute's start, and we were nearly up to him by the time he had got down to the main road. we kept behind him until we saw him go up pentonville hill, then andrew went on ahead of him and i followed. we agreed that if he looked back, suspicious, i should drop behind. andrew, when he once got ahead, was to keep about the same distance in front of him, so as to be able to drop behind and take it up instead of me, while i was to cross over the road if i thought that he had discovered i was following him.
"however, it did not seem to strike him that anyone was watching him, and he walked on briskly until he came to a small house standing by itself, and as he turned in we were in time to see that the door was opened to him by a man. andrew and i consulted. i went in at the gate, took my shoes off, and went round the house. there was only a light in one room, which looked as if there were no servants. the curtains were pulled together inside, and i could see nothing of what was going on. he stopped there for an hour and a half, then came out again, hailed a cab halfway down the hill, and drove off. andrew and i had compared watches, and he had gone back to jermyn street, so that we should be able to know by the time the chap arrived whether he had gone anywhere else on his way back. when i joined him i found that the man must have driven straight to the[pg 196] circus and then got out, for he walked in just twenty minutes after i had seen him start."
"that is good news indeed, roberts. we will go and see mr. pettigrew directly after breakfast. please order the carriage to be round at a quarter to ten."
netta was as pleased as her friend when she heard that a step had been made at last.
"i am sick of this inaction," she said, "and want to be doing something towards getting to the bottom of the affair. i do hope that we shall find some way in which i can be useful."
"i have no doubt at all that you will be very useful when we get fairly on the track. i expect that this will lead to something."
after tom roberts had repeated his story to mr. pettigrew, hilda said:
"i brought roberts with me, mr. pettigrew, that he might tell the story in his own way. it seems to me that the best thing now would be to employ a private detective to find out who the man is who lives in rose cottage. this would be out of the line of tom roberts and colonel bulstrode's servant altogether. they would not know how to set about making inquiries, whereas a detective would be at home at such work."
"i quite agree with you," the lawyer said. "to make inquiries without exciting suspicion requires training and practice. an injudicious question might lead to this man being warned that inquiries were being made about him and might ruin the matter altogether. of course your two men will still keep up their watch. it may be that we shall find it is of more use to follow the track of this man than the other. but you must not be too sanguine; the man at rose cottage may be an old acquaintance of simcoe. well, my dear," he went on, in answer to a decided shake of the head on hilda's part, "you must call the man by the only name that he is known by, although it may not belong to him. i grant that the manner in which he drove into king's cross station and then walked out on foot would seem to show that he was[pg 197] anxious to throw anyone who might be watching him off the scent, and that the visit was, so to speak, a clandestine one. but it may relate to an entirely different matter; for this man may be, for aught we know, an adept in crime, and may be in league with many other doubtful characters."
"it may be so, mr. pettigrew, but we will hope not."
"very well, my dear," the lawyer said. "i will send for a trustworthy man at once, and set him to work collecting information regarding the occupant of the cottage. and now i have a point upon which i wish to ask your opinion. i have this morning received a letter from this man's solicitor, asking if we intend to undertake the funeral of the body which the coroner's jury have found to be that of walter rivington; and announcing that, if we do not, his client will himself have it carried out."
"what do you think, mr. pettigrew?" hilda said hesitatingly. "we may be wrong, you know, and it may be walter's body."
"i have been thinking it over," the lawyer replied, "and i must say it is my opinion that, as we have all stated our conviction that it is not, we should only stultify ourselves if we now undertook the funeral and put a stone, with his name on, over the grave. if we should at any time become convinced that we have been wrong, we can apply for a faculty to remove the coffin to the family vault down in warwickshire."
"if we could do that i should not mind," hilda said; "but even the possibility of walter being buried by the man who we firmly believe was the cause of his death is terrible."
"yes, i can quite understand your feelings, but i think that it is necessary that the family should make a protest against its being supposed that they recognize the child, by declining to undertake the funeral. no protest could well be stronger."
"if you think that, mr. pettigrew, we certainly had[pg 198] best stand aside and let that poor child be buried by this man."
two days later they were driving in the row. it was hilda's first appearance there since the general's death, and, after talking it over with netta, she now appeared there in order to show that she was perfectly convinced that the child which had been found in the canal was not her little cousin. the details of the proceedings of the coroner's court had, of course, been read by all her friends, and her appearance in the park would be the best proof that she could give that the family were absolutely convinced that the body was not that of walter.
miss purcell and netta were with her. the latter had on, as usual, a thick veil. this she always wore when driving through any locality where she might meet john simcoe.
"that is the man," hilda said to her in a sharp tone; "the farther of those two leaning on the rail the other side of the road."
as hilda fixed her eyes on the man she saw him give a sudden movement. then he said to the man next to him:
"do you see that girl in deep mourning? it is that little vixen, hilda covington. confound her, she is at the bottom of all this trouble, and i believe she would give ten thousand out of her own pocket to checkmate me."
the carriage was opposite to them now. hilda looked straight in front of her, while netta, who was sitting with her back to the horses, took up the watch.
"she would have to be sharp indeed to do that," the other man said. "so far everything has gone without a hitch, and i don't see a single weak point in your case. the most troublesome part has been got over."
and now some carriages going the other way cut off the view, and netta could read no further. she drew a long breath as hilda's eyes turned towards her.
"what did you read?" the latter asked.[pg 199]
netta repeated what she had caught, and then hilda took up the conversation.
"it is quite evident that this man, whoever he is, is an accomplice. he is a gentlemanly-looking man, and i fancy that he sat in the stalls near to us one evening this spring. however, it is quite clear that he is a confederate of simcoe. just repeat his words over again. they were in answer to his remark that i would give ten thousand pounds to be able to checkmate him."
netta repeated the answer of simcoe's companion.
"you see, netta, there is something to find out that would checkmate him; that is quite evident. he thinks that i cannot find it out. it must be, i should think, that walter is kept in hiding somewhere. it could not mean that he had killed my uncle, for he would hardly tell that to anyone, and so put himself in their power."
"it may mean that you cannot find out that he is not john simcoe," netta suggested.
"possibly; but he cannot know we suspect that."
"it might be about the last will, hilda."
the latter shook her head.
"we have never thought that there could be anything wrong about it. the will was drawn up by colonel bulstrode's lawyers, and they knew my uncle by sight; besides, all the legacies were exactly the same as in the other will, the signature and the written instructions were in his handwriting, and he signed it in the solicitor's office in the presence of two of their clerks. no, i don't think he can possibly mean that. it must be either walter's abduction or that he is not john simcoe, and i should say that the former is much the more likely. you see, he had no need of an accomplice in the matter of getting evidence as to identity, whereas he did need an accomplice in the carrying off of walter. i should say that he is far too clever a man to let anyone into any of his secrets, unless he needed his assistance. i wonder who the man with him can be. he is dressed in good style, and i have certainly met him somewhere. i believe, as i said, it was at the opera. i should have thought[pg 200] that a man of that class is the last simcoe would choose as a confederate."
miss purcell looked from one to the other as they talked. she had by this time been taken completely into their confidence, but had refused absolutely to believe that a man could be guilty of such wickedness as that which they suspected. on their return home they found a letter awaiting them from mr. pettigrew:
"my dear miss covington [it ran]: my detective has not yet finished his inquiries, but has at least discovered that the proprietor of rose cottage, for they say that the place belongs to him, is somewhat of a mystery to his neighbors. he lives there entirely alone. he goes out regularly in a morning, it is supposed to some occupation in the city. no tradesmen ever call at the door; it is supposed that he brings home something for his breakfast and cooks it for himself, and that he dines in the city and makes himself a cup of tea in the evening, or else that he goes out after dark. sometimes, of summer evenings, he has been seen to go out just at twilight, dressed in full evening costume—that is to say, it is supposed so, for he wore a light overcoat—but certainly a white necktie, black trousers, and patent leather boots. of course, in all this there is nothing in itself absolutely suspicious. a man engaged in the city would naturally enough take his meals there, and may prefer to do everything for himself to having the bother of servants. also, if his means permit it, he may like to go to theaters or places of amusement, or may go out to visit business friends. i have, of course, directed the detective to follow him to town and find out what is his business, and where employed. i will let you know result to-morrow."
the next day brought the letter.
"the man's name is william barens. he has a small office on the third floor of a house of business in great st. helens, and on the doorway below his name is the[pg 201] word 'accountant,' the housekeeper knows nothing about him, except that he has occupied the room for the last twelve years, and that he is a gentleman who gives no trouble. he always puts his papers away at night in his safe, so that his table can be properly dusted. she knows that he has clients, as several times, when he has been away for his dinner hour, she has been asked when he would return. he is a well-spoken gentleman, though not as particular about his dress as some; but liberal with his money, and gives her as handsome a tip at christmas as some people who have three or four rooms, and, no doubt, think themselves much finer people. this certainly does not amount to much. by the way, the old woman said that she knew he was employed by several tradesmen in the neighborhood to keep their books for them."
two days later there was another communication:
"my dear miss covington: my man has taken a step which i should certainly have forbidden, had he told me beforehand of his intention. he watched the man go out, and then, having previously provided himself with instruments for picking locks, he opened the door and went in. on the table were several heavy ledgers and account books, all bearing the names of tradesmen in the neighborhood, with several files of accounts, bills, and invoices. these fully bore out what the woman had told him. besides the chairs, table, and safe, the only other articles of furniture in the room were an office washing stand and a large closet. in the latter were a dress suit and boots, and a suit of fashionable walking clothes, so that it is evident that he often changed there instead of going home. i am sorry to say that all this throws no further light upon the man's pursuits, and had it not been for simcoe's visit to him, it would be safe to say that he is a hard-working accountant, in a somewhat humble, but perhaps well-paying line; that he is a trifle eccentric in his habits, and prefers living a cheap, solitary life at home, while spending his money freely in the character of a man about town in the evening. i cannot say that the prospect in this direction seems hopeful. i have told my man that for the present we shall not require his services further."
[pg 202]
"it does not seem very satisfactory, certainly," hilda said with a sigh; "i am afraid that we shall have to keep on watching simcoe. i wish i could peep into his room as this detective did into that of the pentonville man."
"i don't suppose that you would find anything there, hilda; he is not the sort of man to keep a memorandum book, jotting down all his own doings."
"no," hilda said with a laugh; "still, one always thinks that one can find something."
had hilda covington had her wish and looked into john simcoe's room that morning, she would certainly have derived some satisfaction from the sight. he had finished his breakfast before opening a letter that lay beside him.
"what a plague the old woman is with her letters! i told her that i hated correspondence, but she persists in writing every month or so, though she never gets any reply except, 'my dear aunt: thanks for your letter. i am glad to hear that you are well.—your affectionate nephew.' well, i suppose i must read it through."
he glanced over the first page, but on turning to the second his eye became arrested, and he read carefully, frowning deeply as he did so. then he turned back and read it again. the passage was as follows:
"i had quite an interesting little episode a day or two after i last wrote. a young lady—she said her name was barcum, and that she was an artist—came in and asked if i would take her in as a lodger. she was a total stranger to the place, and had come down for her health, and said that some tradesman had recommended her to come here, saying that, as a single lady, i might be glad[pg 203] to accommodate her. of course i told her that i did not take lodgers. she got up to go, when she nearly fainted, and i could not do less than offer her a cup of tea. then we got very chatty, and as i saw that she was really too weak to go about town looking for lodgings, i invited her to stay a day or two with me, she being quite a lady and a very pleasant-spoken one. she accepted, and a pleasanter companion i never had. naturally i mentioned your name, and told her what adventures you had gone through, and how kind you were. she was greatly interested, and often asked questions about you, and i do think that she almost fell in love with you from my description. she left suddenly on receipt of a letter that called her up to town, saying that she would return; but i have not heard from her since, and i am greatly afraid that the poor child must be seriously ill. she was a pretty and intelligent-looking girl, with dark eyes and hair, and i should say that when in good health she must be very bright. of course, she may have changed her mind about coming down. i am sure she would have written if she had been well."
"confound the old gossip!" john simcoe said angrily, as he threw the letter down. "i wonder what this means, and who this girl can be? it is clear enough that, whoever she is, she was sent down there to make inquiries about me. it is that girl covington's doing, i have no doubt, though it was not the minx herself, for the description does not tally at all. she has light brown hair and grayish sort of eyes. there is one comfort, she would learn nothing to my disadvantage from the old woman, nor, i believe, from anyone at stowmarket. in fact, she would only get more and more confirmation of my story. i have no fear upon that score, but the thing shows how that girl is working on my track. as for the lawyer, he is an old fool; and if it hadn't been for her i would bet a hundred to one that he would never have entertained any suspicion that all was not right. it is her doing all through, and this is a piece of it. of course she could[pg 204] have no suspicion that i was not john simcoe, but i suppose she wanted to learn if there was any dark spot in my history—whether i had ever been suspected of robbing a bank, or had been expelled from school for thieving, or something of that sort. i begin to be downright afraid of her. she had a way of looking through me, when i was telling my best stories to the general, that always put me out. she disliked me from the first, though i am sure i tried in every way to be pleasant to her. i felt from the day i first saw her that she was an enemy, and that if any trouble ever did come it would be through her. i have no doubt she is moving heaven and earth to find walter; but that she will never do, for harrison is as true as steel, and he is the only man who could put them on the right track. moreover, i have as much pull over him as he has over me. he has never had a doubt about my being john simcoe; he doesn't know about the other affair, but only that walter stood between me and the estate, and he was quite ready to lend me a hand to manage to get him out of the way. so in that business he is in it as deep as i am, while i know of a score of schemes he has been engaged in, any one of which would send him abroad for life. i expect those inquiries were made at stowmarket to endeavor to find out whether any child had been sent down there. if so, miss covington is not so sharp as i took her to be. stowmarket would be the very last place where a man, having relations and friends there, would send a child whom he wished to keep concealed. still it is annoying, confoundedly annoying; and it shows that these people, that is to say hilda covington, are pushing their inquiries in every direction, likely or unlikely.
"the only comfort is, the more closely they search the sooner they will come to the conclusion that the boy is not to be found. i believe that, though they declared they did not recognize the body, they had no real doubt about it, and they only said so because if they had admitted it, the trustees would have had no excuse for not carrying out the provisions of the will. that text the[pg 205] girl had the impudence to quote to me looked as if she believed the body was walter's, and that i had killed him, though it may be that she only said it to drive me to bringing the whole business into court, by bringing an action against her for libel; but i am not such a fool as to do that. just at present there is a lot of public feeling excited by the circumstances of the child's loss and the finding of the body, and even if i got a verdict i fancy that the jury would be all on the girl's side, and give me such trifling damages that the verdict would do me more harm than good. no, our game clearly is to let the matter rest until it has died out of the public mind. then we shall apply formally for the trustees to be called upon to act. no doubt they will give us a great deal of trouble, but comfrey says that he thinks that the order must be granted at last, though possibly it may be withheld, as far as the estate is concerned, for some years. at any rate i ought to get the ten thousand at once, as the question whether the boy is alive or dead cannot affect that in the slightest."
