enter. I stood irresolute in the dingy square hall. The man passed me and threw open a door.
'The young lady to see Mr. Harry Rayburn,' he said, and laughed.
Thus announced, I passed in. The room was sparsely furnished and smelt of cheap tobacco smoke. Behind a desk a man sat writing. He looked up and raised his eyebrows.
'Dear me,' he said, 'if it isn't Miss Beddingfield!'
'I must be seeing double,' I apologized. 'Is it Mr. Chichester, or is it Miss Pettigrew? There is an extraordinary resemblance to both of them.'
'Both characters are in abeyance for the moment. I have doffed my petticoats — and my cloth likewise. Won't you sit down?'
I accepted a seat composedly.
'It would seem,' I remarked, 'that I have come to the wrong address.'
'From your point of view, I am afraid you have. Really, Miss Beddingfield, to fall into the trap a second time!'
'It was not very bright of me,' I admitted meekly.
Something about my manner seemed to puzzle him.
'You hardly seem upset by the occurrence,' he remarked dryly.
'Would my going into heroics have any effect upon you?' I asked.
'It certainly would not.'
'My Great-aunt Jane always used to say that a true lady was neither shocked nor surprised at anything that might happen,' I murmured dreamily. 'I endeavour to live up to her precepts.'
I read Mr. Chichester-Pettigrew's opinion so plainly written on his face that I hastened into speech once more.
'You really are positively marvellous at make-up,' I said generously. 'All the time you were Miss Pettigrew I never recognized you — even when you broke your pencil in the shock of seeing me climb upon the train at Cape Town .'
He tapped upon the desk with the pencil he was holding in his hand at the minute.
'All this is very well in its way, but we must get to business. Perhaps, Miss Beddingfield, you can guess why we required your presence here?'
'You will excuse me,' I said, 'but I never do business with anyone but principals.'
I had read the phrase or something like it in a money-lender's circular, and I was rather pleased with it. It certainly had a devastating effect upon Mr. Chichester-Pettigrew. He opened his mouth and then shut it again. I beamed upon him.
'My Great-uncle George's maxim,' I added, as an afterthought. 'Great-aunt Jane's husband, you know. He made knobs for brass beds.'
I doubt if Chichester-Pettigrew had ever been ragged before. He didn't like it at all.
'I think you would be wise to alter your tone, young lady.'
I did not reply, but yawned — a delicate little yawn that hinted at intense boredom.
'What the devil –' he began forcibly. I interrupted him.
'I can assure you it's no good shouting at me. We are only wasting time here. I have no intention of talking with underlings. You will save a lot of time and annoyance by taking me straight to Sir Eustace Pedler.'
'To –'
He looked dumbfounded.
'Yes,' I said. 'Sir Eustace Pedler.'
'I –1 — excuse me –'
He bolted from the room like a rabbit. I took advantage of the respite to open my bag and powder my nose thoroughly. Also I settled my hat at a more becoming angle. Then I settled myself to wait with patience for my enemy's return.
He reappeared in a subtly changed mood. 'Will you come this way. Miss Beddingfield?'
I followed him up the stairs. He knocked at the door of a room, a brisk 'Come in' sounded from inside, and he opened the door and motioned to me to pass inside.
Sir Eustace Pedler sprang up to greet me, genial and smiling.
'Well, well, Miss Anne.' He shook me warmly by the hand. 'I'm delighted to see you. Come and sit down. Not tired after your journey? That's good.'
He sat down facing me, still beaming. It left me rather at a loss. His manner was so completely natural.
'Quite right to insist on being brought straight to me,' he went on. 'Minks is a fool. A clever actor — but a fool. That was Minks you saw downstairs.'
'Oh, really,' I said feebly.
'And now,' said Sir Eustace cheerfully, 'let's get down to facts. How long have you known that I was the 'Colonel'?'
'Ever since Mr. Pagett told me that he had seen you in Marlow when you were supposed to be in Cannes .'
Sir Eustace nodded ruefully.
'Yes, I told the fool he'd blinking well torn it. He didn't understand, of course. His whole mind was set on whether I'd recognized him. It never occurred to him to wonder what I was doing down there. A piece of sheer bad luck that was. I arranged it all so carefully too, sending him off to Florence , telling the hotel I was going over to Nice for one night or possibly two. Then by the time the murder was discovered, I was back again in Cannes , with nobody dreaming that I'd ever left the Riviera .'
He still spoke quite naturally and unaffectedly. I had to pinch myself to understand that this was all real — that the man in front of me was really that deep-dyed criminal, the 'Colonel.' I followed things out in my mind.
'Then it was you who tried to throw me overboard on the Kilmorden?' I said slowly. 'It was you that Pagett followed up on deck that night?'
He shrugged his shoulders.
'I apologize, my dear child, I really do. I always liked you — but you were so confoundedly interfering. I couldn't have all my plans brought to naught by a chit of a girl.'
'I think your plan at the Falls was really the cleverest,' I said, endeavouring to look at the thing in a detached fashion. 'I would have been ready to swear anywhere that you were in the hotel when I went out. Seeing is believing in future.'
'Yes, Minks had one of his greatest successes, as Miss Pettigrew, and he can imitate my voice quite creditably.'
'There is one thing I should like to know.'
'Yes?'
'How did you induce Pagett to engage her?'
'Oh, that was quite simple. She met Pagett in the doorway of the Trade Commissioner's office or the Chamber of Mines, or wherever it was he went — told him I had phoned down in a hurry, and that she had been selected by the Government department in question. Pagett swallowed it like a lamb.'
'You're very frank,' I said, studying him. 'There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't be.'
I didn't like the sound of that. I hastened to put my own interpretation on it.
'You believe in the success of this Revolution? You've burnt your boats.'
'For an otherwise intelligent young woman, that's a singularly unintelligent remark. No, my dear child, I do not believe in this Revolution. I give it a couple of days longer and it will fizzle out ignominiously.'
'Not one of your successes, in fact?' I said nastily.
'Like all women, you've no idea of business. The job I took on was to supply certain explosives and arms — heavily paid for — to foment feeling generally, and to incriminate certain people up to the hilt. I've carried out my contract with complete success, and I was careful to be paid in advance. I took special care over the whole thing, as I intended it to be my last contract before retiring from business. As for burning my boats, as you call it, I simply don't know what you mean. I'm not the rebel chief, or anything of that kind — I'm a distinguished English visitor, who had the misfortune to go nosing into a certain curio-shop — and saw a little more than he was meant to, and so the poor fellow was kidnapped. Tomorrow, or the day after, when circumstances permit I shall be found tied up somewhere, in a pitiable state of terror and starvation.'
