“My train got in half an
hour ago,” explained Julius, as he led the way
out of the station. “I reckoned you’d
come by this before I left London, and wired accordingly
to Sir James. He’s booked rooms for us,
and will be round to dine at eight.”
“What made you think he’d
ceased to take any interest in the case?” asked
“What he said,” replied
Julius dryly. “The old bird’s as close
as an oyster! Like all the darned lot of them,
he wasn’t going to commit himself till he was
sure he could deliver the goods.”
“I wonder,” said Tommy thoughtfully.
Julius turned on him.
“You wonder what?”
“Whether that was his real reason.”
“Sure. You bet your life it was.”
Tommy shook his head unconvinced.
Sir James arrived punctually at eight
o’clock, and Julius introduced Tommy. Sir
James shook hands with him warmly.
“I am delighted to make your
acquaintance, Mr. Beresford. I have heard so
much about you from Miss Tuppence” he
smiled involuntarily “that it really
seems as though I already know you quite well.”
“Thank you, sir,” said
Tommy with his cheerful grin. He scanned the
great lawyer eagerly. Like Tuppence, he felt the
magnetism of the other’s personality. He
was reminded of Mr. Carter. The two men, totally
unlike so far as physical resemblance went, produced
a similar effect. Beneath the weary manner of
the one and the professional reserve of the other,
lay the same quality of mind, keen-edged like a rapier.
In the meantime he was conscious of
Sir James’s close scrutiny. When the lawyer
dropped his eyes the young man had the feeling that
the other had read him through and through like an
open book. He could not but wonder what the final
judgment was, but there was little chance of learning
that. Sir James took in everything, but gave out
only what he chose. A proof of that occurred
almost at once.
Immediately the first greetings were
over Julius broke out into a flood of eager questions.
How had Sir James managed to track the girl? Why
had he not let them know that he was still working
on the case? And so on.
Sir James stroked his chin and smiled. At last
“Just so, just so. Well,
she’s found. And that’s the great
thing, isn’t it? Eh! Come now, that’s
the great thing?”
“Sure it is. But just how
did you strike her trail? Miss Tuppence and I
thought you’d quit for good and all.”
“Ah!” The lawyer shot
a lightning glance at him, then resumed operations
on his chin. “You thought that, did you?
Did you really? H’m, dear me.”
“But I guess I can take it we
were wrong,” pursued Julius.
“Well, I don’t know that
I should go so far as to say that. But it’s
certainly fortunate for all parties that we’ve
managed to find the young lady.”
“But where is she?” demanded
Julius, his thoughts flying off on another tack.
“I thought you’d be sure to bring her along?”
“That would hardly be possible,” said
Sir James gravely.
“Because the young lady was
knocked down in a street accident, and has sustained
slight injuries to the head. She was taken to
the infirmary, and on recovering consciousness gave
her name as Jane Finn. When ah! I
heard that, I arranged for her to be removed to the
house of a doctor a friend of mine, and
wired at once for you. She relapsed into unconsciousness
and has not spoken since.”
“She’s not seriously hurt?”
“Oh, a bruise and a cut or two;
really, from a medical point of view, absurdly slight
injuries to have produced such a condition. Her
state is probably to be attributed to the mental shock
consequent on recovering her memory.”
“It’s come back?” cried Julius excitedly.
Sir James tapped the table rather impatiently.
“Undoubtedly, Mr. Hersheimmer,
since she was able to give her real name. I thought
you had appreciated that point.”
“And you just happened to be
on the spot,” said Tommy. “Seems quite
like a fairy tale.”
But Sir James was far too wary to be drawn.
“Coincidences are curious things,” he
Nevertheless Tommy was now certain
of what he had before only suspected. Sir James’s
presence in Manchester was not accidental. Far
from abandoning the case, as Julius supposed, he had
by some means of his own successfully run the missing
girl to earth. The only thing that puzzled Tommy
was the reason for all this secrecy. He concluded
that it was a foible of the legal mind.
Julius was speaking.
“After dinner,” he announced, “I
shall go right away and see Jane.”
“That will be impossible, I
fear,” said Sir James. “It is very
unlikely they would allow her to see visitors at this
time of night. I should suggest to-morrow morning
about ten o’clock.”
Julius flushed. There was something
in Sir James which always stirred him to antagonism.
It was a conflict of two masterful personalities.
“All the same, I reckon I’ll
go round there to-night and see if I can’t ginger
them up to break through their silly rules.”
“It will be quite useless, Mr. Hersheimmer.”
The words came out like the crack
of a pistol, and Tommy looked up with a start.
Julius was nervous and excited. The hand with
which he raised his glass to his lips shook slightly,
but his eyes held Sir James’s defiantly.
For a moment the hostility between the two seemed likely
to burst into flame, but in the end Julius lowered
his eyes, defeated.
“For the moment, I reckon you’re the boss.”
“Thank you,” said the
other. “We will say ten o’clock then?”
With consummate ease of manner he turned to Tommy.
“I must confess, Mr. Beresford, that it was
something of a surprise to me to see you here this
evening. The last I heard of you was that your
friends were in grave anxiety on your behalf.
Nothing had been heard of you for some days, and Miss
Tuppence was inclined to think you had got into difficulties.”
“I had, sir!” Tommy grinned
reminiscently. “I was never in a tighter
place in my life.”
Helped out by questions from Sir James,
he gave an abbreviated account of his adventures.
The lawyer looked at him with renewed interest as he
brought the tale to a close.
“You got yourself out of a tight
place very well,” he said gravely. “I
congratulate you. You displayed a great deal of
ingenuity and carried your part through well.”
Tommy blushed, his face assuming a
prawnlike hue at the praise.
“I couldn’t have got away but for the
“No.” Sir James smiled
a little. “It was lucky for you she happened
to er take a fancy to you.”
Tommy appeared about to protest, but Sir James went
on. “There’s no doubt about her being
one of the gang, I suppose?”
“I’m afraid not, sir.
I thought perhaps they were keeping her there by force,
but the way she acted didn’t fit in with that.
You see, she went back to them when she could have
Sir James nodded thoughtfully.
“What did she say? Something about wanting
to be taken to Marguerite?”
“Yes, sir. I suppose she meant Mrs. Vandemeyer.”
“She always signed herself Rita
Vandemeyer. All her friends spoke of her as Rita.
Still, I suppose the girl must have been in the habit
of calling her by her full name. And, at the
moment she was crying out to her, Mrs. Vandemeyer
was either dead or dying! Curious! There
are one or two points that strike me as being obscure their
sudden change of attitude towards yourself, for instance.
By the way, the house was raided, of course?”
“Yes, sir, but they’d all cleared out.”
“Naturally,” said Sir James dryly.
“And not a clue left behind.”
“I wonder ” The lawyer
tapped the table thoughtfully.
Something in his voice made Tommy
look up. Would this man’s eyes have seen
something where theirs had been blind? He spoke
“I wish you’d been there, sir, to go over
“I wish I had,” said Sir
James quietly. He sat for a moment in silence.
Then he looked up. “And since then?
What have you been doing?”
For a moment, Tommy stared at him.
Then it dawned on him that of course the lawyer did
“I forgot that you didn’t
know about Tuppence,” he said slowly. The
sickening anxiety, forgotten for a while in the excitement
of knowing Jane Finn was found at last, swept over
The lawyer laid down his knife and fork sharply.
“Has anything happened to Miss Tuppence?”
His voice was keen-edged.
“She’s disappeared,” said Julius.
“A week ago.”
Sir James’s questions fairly
shot out. Between them Tommy and Julius gave
the history of the last week and their futile search.
Sir James went at once to the root of the matter.
“A wire signed with your name?
They knew enough of you both for that. They weren’t
sure of how much you had learnt in that house.
Their kidnapping of Miss Tuppence is the counter-move
to your escape. If necessary they could seal
your lips with a threat of what might happen to her.”
“That’s just what I thought, sir.”
Sir James looked at him keenly.
“You had worked that out, had you? Not
bad not at all bad. The curious thing
is that they certainly did not know anything about
you when they first held you prisoner. You are
sure that you did not in any way disclose your identity?”
Tommy shook his head.
“That’s so,” said
Julius with a nod. “Therefore I reckon some
one put them wise and not earlier than
“Yes, but who?”
“That almighty omniscient Mr. Brown, of course!”
There was a faint note of derision
in the American’s voice which made Sir James
look up sharply.
“You don’t believe in Mr. Brown, Mr. Hersheimmer?”
“No, sir, I do not,” returned
the young American with emphasis. “Not
as such, that is to say. I reckon it out that
he’s a figurehead just a bogy name
to frighten the children with. The real head of
this business is that Russian chap Kramenin.
I guess he’s quite capable of running revolutions
in three countries at once if he chose! The man
Whittington is probably the head of the English branch.”
“I disagree with you,”
said Sir James shortly. “Mr. Brown exists.”
He turned to Tommy. “Did you happen to
notice where that wire was handed in?”
“No, sir, I’m afraid I didn’t.”
“H’m. Got it with you?”
“It’s upstairs, sir, in my kit.”
“I’d like to have a look
at it sometime. No hurry. You’ve wasted
a week” Tommy hung his head “a
day or so more is immaterial. We’ll deal
with Miss Jane Finn first. Afterwards, we’ll
set to work to rescue Miss Tuppence from bondage.
I don’t think she’s in any immediate danger.
That is, so long as they don’t know that we’ve
got Jane Finn, and that her memory has returned.
We must keep that dark at all costs. You understand?”
The other two assented, and, after
making arrangements for meeting on the morrow, the
great lawyer took his leave.
At ten o’clock, the two young
men were at the appointed spot. Sir James had
joined them on the doorstep. He alone appeared
unexcited. He introduced them to the doctor.
“Mr. Hersheimmer Mr.
Beresford Dr. Roylance. How’s
“Going on well. Evidently
no idea of the flight of time. Asked this morning
how many had been saved from the Lusitania. Was
it in the papers yet? That, of course, was only
what was to be expected. She seems to have something
on her mind, though.”
“I think we can relieve her anxiety. May
we go up?”
Tommy’s heart beat sensibly
faster as they followed the doctor upstairs.
Jane Finn at last! The long-sought, the mysterious,
the elusive Jane Finn! How wildly improbable
success had seemed! And here in this house, her
memory almost miraculously restored, lay the girl who
held the future of England in her hands. A half
groan broke from Tommy’s lips. If only
Tuppence could have been at his side to share in the
triumphant conclusion of their joint venture!
Then he put the thought of Tuppence resolutely aside.
His confidence in Sir James was growing. There
was a man who would unerringly ferret out Tuppence’s
whereabouts. In the meantime Jane Finn!
And suddenly a dread clutched at his heart. It
seemed too easy.... Suppose they should find her
dead... stricken down by the hand of Mr. Brown?
In another minute he was laughing
at these melodramatic fancies. The doctor held
open the door of a room and they passed in. On
the white bed, bandages round her head, lay the girl.
Somehow the whole scene seemed unreal. It was
so exactly what one expected that it gave the effect
of being beautifully staged.
The girl looked from one to the other
of them with large wondering eyes. Sir James
“Miss Finn,” he said,
“this is your cousin, Mr. Julius P. Hersheimmer.”
A faint flush flitted over the girl’s
face, as Julius stepped forward and took her hand.
“How do, Cousin Jane?” he said lightly.
But Tommy caught the tremor in his voice.
“Are you really Uncle Hiram’s son?”
she asked wonderingly.
Her voice, with the slight warmth
of the Western accent, had an almost thrilling quality.
It seemed vaguely familiar to Tommy, but he thrust
the impression aside as impossible.
“We used to read about Uncle
Hiram in the papers,” continued the girl, in
her low soft tones. “But I never thought
I’d meet you one day. Mother figured it
out that Uncle Hiram would never get over being mad
“The old man was like that,”
admitted Julius. “But I guess the new generation’s
sort of different. Got no use for the family feud
business. First thing I thought about, soon as
the war was over, was to come along and hunt you up.”
A shadow passed over the girl’s face.
“They’ve been telling
me things dreadful things that
my memory went, and that there are years I shall never
know about years lost out of my life.”
“You didn’t realize that yourself?”
The girl’s eyes opened wide.
“Why, no. It seems to me
as though it were no time since we were being hustled
into those boats. I can see it all now.”
She closed her eyes with a shudder.
Julius looked across at Sir James, who nodded.
“Don’t worry any.
It isn’t worth it. Now, see here, Jane,
there’s something we want to know about.
There was a man aboard that boat with some mighty
important papers on him, and the big guns in this country
have got a notion that he passed on the goods to you.
Is that so?”
The girl hesitated, her glance shifting
to the other two. Julius understood.
“Mr. Beresford is commissioned
by the British Government to get those papers back.
Sir James Peel Edgerton is an English Member of Parliament,
and might be a big gun in the Cabinet if he liked.
It’s owing to him that we’ve ferreted
you out at last. So you can go right ahead and
tell us the whole story. Did Danvers give you
“Yes. He said they’d
have a better chance with me, because they would save
the women and children first.”
“Just as we thought,” said Sir James.
“He said they were very important that
they might make all the difference to the Allies.
But, if it’s all so long ago, and the war’s
over, what does it matter now?”
“I guess history repeats itself,
Jane. First there was a great hue and cry over
those papers, then it all died down, and now the whole
caboodle’s started all over again for
rather different reasons. Then you can hand them
over to us right away?”
“But I can’t.”
“I haven’t got them.”
“You haven’t got
them?” Julius punctuated the words with little
“No I hid them.”
“You hid them?”
“Yes. I got uneasy.
People seemed to be watching me. It scared me badly.”
She put her hand to her head. “It’s
almost the last thing I remember before waking up
in the hospital....”
“Go on,” said Sir James,
in his quiet penetrating tones. “What do
She turned to him obediently.
“It was at Holyhead. I came that way I
don’t remember why....”
“That doesn’t matter. Go on.”
“In the confusion on the quay
I slipped away. Nobody saw me. I took a
car. Told the man to drive me out of the town.
I watched when we got on the open road. No other
car was following us. I saw a path at the side
of the road. I told the man to wait.”
She paused, then went on. “The
path led to the cliff, and down to the sea between
big yellow gorse bushes they were like golden
flames. I looked round. There wasn’t
a soul in sight. But just level with my head
there was a hole in the rock. It was quite small I
could only just get my hand in, but it went a long
way back. I took the oilskin packet from round
my neck and shoved it right in as far as I could.
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