A Mysterious Disappearance by Louis Tracy (read a book .txt) đ
- Author: Louis Tracy
- Performer: -
Book online «A Mysterious Disappearance by Louis Tracy (read a book .txt) đ». Author Louis Tracy
âWell, I never!â he laughed. âNow who would have thought such a thing possible? Why, if that rascal Dodge is right and this company is really a sound undertaking, my share of the deal will be ÂŁ10,000. It seems wildly incredible, yet my friends know what they are writing about as a rule.â
An hour later he was in the city.
A smart brougham stood in front of the now thoroughly renovated offices of Dodge, Son & Co. (Limited), and out of it, at the moment the barrister detached himself from the chaos of Leadenhall Street, stepped the head of the firm.
He was making up the steps when Claude cried:
âHello, Mr. Dodge, how is the junior partner?â
Dodge stopped, focussed Bruce with his sharp eyes, and smiled:
âOh, it is you, is it? The young âun is all right, thanks. Are you coming in?â
âThat was my intention.â
âCome along then. I was hoping I would see you one of these days.â
âHas business improved recently?â inquired Bruce, as they entered the inner office.
âYes, somewhat; but money is very tight still. However, we generally look for a spurt early in the New Year. Why do you ask?â
âNo valid reason. A mere hazard.â
âWas it because you saw me drive up in a carriage?â
âMr. Dodge, I never dreamt that self-consciousness was a failing of the members of the Stock Exchange.â
âThen that was the cause. I guessed it. I have been making inquiries about you, Mr. Bruce, and there is no use in trying to fool you, not a bit.â
âHave you another Springbok proposition on hand?â
âNo; bar chaffing. You were the man who ferreted out the truth about that West Australian combination when everybody else had failed. And, now I think of it, you made me talk a lot the last time you were here. However, I am ready. Fire away! I will tell you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help meââ
âSh-s-sh! Do not perjure yourself for the sake of alliteration. Besides, it is I who have come to talk this time.â
âAbout Springboks?â
âYes. The people I mentioned to you at my previous visit are prepared to underwrite the shares, provided that their agentâs report is as favorable in its entirety as a telegraphic summary leads them to believe.â
âEh? Thatâs good news! When will they be in a position to complete?â
âAs soon as they hear from South Africa by post. Say three weeks.â
âSo long! But suppose I get an offer from some other quarter in the meantime? I cannot keep the proposal open indefinitely.â
âI have not asked you to do so, Mr. Dodge. Let me seeâthree shillings per share on, say, two hundred thousand shares is ÂŁ30,000. It is a good deal of money. If any one likes to hand you a cheque for that amount without preliminary investigation, take it by all means.â
The notion tickled Dodge immensely.
âAll right, Mr. Bruce. When people of that sort turn up we donât sell âem Springboks in the City. But there is no harm in you telling me your clientsâ names.â
âNot in the least. They are the Anglo-African Finance Corporation.â
Mr. Dodge whistled. âBy Jove, theyâre the best backing I could have. This is a good turn, Mr. Bruce, and I shanât forget it. You see, weâre a young firm, and association with well-known houses is good for us in every sense. Iâm jolly glad now that Springboks are all right. It would never have done for me to introduce them to a risky piece of business. I am really much obliged to you. And now, how do we stand?â
âKindly explain.â
âHow much âcomâ do you want?â
âNothing.â
Mr. Dodge moved his chair backward several feet in sheer amazement. âNothing, my dear sir! Nonsense! It is a big affair. Shall we say one per cent in cash, or two in shares. I am not very well off just now, orââ
âPray donât trouble yourself. I have already secured my commissionâfive per cent in fully paid shares.â
âBut the people who put up the money donât pay for the privilege as a rule.â
âThat I know quite well. This case is different. I am not, nor ever have been, a financial go-between.â
âDidnât you come to see me about the deal in the first instance?â
It was Bruceâs turn to hesitate.
âNot exactly,â he said. âI really wanted to know something about Mr. Corbett, and the Springbok business arose out of it.â
âAh, that chap Corbett. I have been thinking about him. I wonder who he can be? Anyhow, I owe him my best wishes, as the mention of his name has had such excellent results.â
âWell, that is all,â said Bruce rising.
âYes, thanks. I must now see about raising the money to pay my own call. I am interested in fifty thousand shares, you know.â
âThen you require some ÂŁ7,500?â
âYes. But that will be easy when I can say that the Anglo-African Finance people are with me. Besides, this morningâqueer you should call immediately afterwardsâI have had some wholly unexpected news.â
âIndeed?â Mr. Dodge was in a talkative vein, and Bruce was in no hurry.
âThe very best!â went on Dodge gleefully. âYou see, there is another man in this affair with me. I thought he was as stony-broke as I am myselfâspeaking confidentially, you knowâwhen he suddenly writes to me saying that he had won a pot of money at Monte Carlo and could spare me ÂŁ2,000. Whatâs the matter? Beastly trying weather, isnât it? Try a nip of brandy.â
For once in his life the self-possessed barrister had blanched at a sudden revelation. But this was too much. He felt as though a meteorite had fallen on his head. Nevertheless, he grappled with the situation.
âIll! No!â he cried. âHow stupid of me. I have forgotten my morning smoke. May I light a cigar?â
âWith pleasure. You know these. Try one.â
âYou were sayingââ
âThatâs all. This young fellow, Mensmore his name is, got mixed up with me over a Californian mine. I thought he had lots of coin, so when Springboks came along he and I went shares in underwriting them. The public didnât feed, so we were loaded. I tried all I knew to get him to pay up, but he absolutely couldnât. And now at the very moment affairs look promising he writes offering ÂŁ2,000. More than that, he says, if necessary, he can get the remainder of his half, ÂŁ1750, from somebody. Where is his letter?â
Mr. Dodge looked on his table. âOh, here it is. Addressed from âYacht White Heather,â if you please. Quite swell, eh? Sir William Browne! Thatâs the covey. I think I will let Sir William have âem. Itâs a good, solid sort of name to have on the share register.â
âI would if I were you,â said Bruce, hardly conscious of his surroundings.
âIf you think so, I will. By Jove, this has been a good morning for me. Come and have lunch.â
âNo, thanks. I have a lot to attend to. By the way, where did Mensmore live?â
âI donât know. His address was always at the Orleans Club.â
Somehow, Bruce reached the street and a hansom. As the vehicle rolled off westward he crouched in a corner and tried to wrestle with the problem that befogged his brain.
Was Albert Mensmore Sydney H. Corbett? Was he Mrs. Hillmerâs brother? The âBertieâ she had spoken of meant Albert as well as a hypothetical Herbert. Mensmore was an old schoolfellow of Sir Charles Dykeâs. In all probability he knew Lady Dyke as well. He lived in Raleigh Mansions under an assumed name, and quitted his abode two days after the murder.
Every circumstance pointed to the terrible assumption that at Mensmoreâs hands the unfortunate lady met her death. And Bruce had sworn to avenge her memory!
He laughed with savage mirth as he reflected that he himself had helped this man to escape the punishment of Providence, self-inflicted. It was, indeed, pitifully amusing to think how the clever detective had used his powers to befool himself. The very openness of the clue had helped to conceal it the more effectually. Were it not for Dodge and his Springboks he might have gone on indefinitely covering up the criminalâs tracks by his own friendly actions. The situation was maddening, intolerable. Bruce wanted to seize the reins and flog the horse into a mad gallop through the traffic as a relief to his feelings.
Blissfully unconscious of the living volcano he carried within, the cabby on the perch did not indulge in any such illegal antics. He quietly drove along the Embankment and delivered his seething fare at his Victoria-street chambers.
Quite oblivious of commonplace affairs, the barrister threw a shilling to the driver and darted out.
The man gazed at his Majestyâs image with the air of one who had never before seen such a coin. It might have been a Greek obolus, so utter was his blank astonishment.
But Bruce was across the pavement, and cabby had to find words, else it would be too late.
âHere guvânor,â he yelled, âwhat the ballyhooley do you call this?â
âWhatâs the matter?â was the impatient query.
âMatter!â The cabman looked towards the sky to see if the heavens were falling. âMatter!â in a higher key, as a crowd began to gather. âI tykes him from Leadenâall Street to Victoria. âE gives me a bob, anâ âe arsks me wotâs the matter. Iâd been on the ranks four bloominâ hoursââ
âOh, there you are!â and Bruce threw him half-a-crown before he disappeared up the steps.
Mr. White was watching for Bruceâs arrival. He wondered why the barrister was so perturbed, and resolved to strike while the iron was hot. So he, too, vanished into the interior.
CHAPTER XIII A QUESTION OF PRINCIPLEâIf any one calls, I am out,â cried Claude to his factotum, as he crossed the entrance-hall of his well-appointed flat, and flung open the door of his library.
âThe guvânorâs in a tantrum,â observed Smith to his wife, and he settled himself to renew the perusal of Grand National training reports. He had just noticed the interesting fact that last yearâs winner had âjumped in for the last mileâ in a gallop given to a rank outsider, when the electric bell upset his calculations.
âMy master is out,â he said, as he opened the door to find Mr. White standing on the mat.
He was about to close the door again, but the detective planted his foot against the jamb.
âYour master is not out,â he answered. âI saw him come in a minute since. Tell him Mr. White wants to see him.â
Smithâs dignity was superb. âMy master may be hin,â he cried, âbut âe told me to say âe was hout to callers.â The aspirates supplied emphasis.
âTell him what I say at once,â and Mr. White gave him his best âaccessory-after-the-crimeâ glance.
âI donât see why I should,â snarled Smith, but the squabble ended when Bruceâs voice was heardâ
âShow him in, Smith, but admit nobody else.â
With an air of armed neutrality Smith ushered the representative of Scotland Yard into the library.
âYouâre not looking very well, sir,â said White, his round eyes fixed on Bruce with all their power.
âWas it to ask about my health that you came?â
âNo, sir, not exactly. But I havenât seen you for quite a while, and as we are both interested in the same matter I thought I would look you up and compare notes.â
Bruce was annoyed by the interruption.
Comments (0)