Harry rapped sharply on the table.
'Don't play the fool. If it weren't for your grey hairs, I'd throw you out of the window. You damned scoundrel! Grey hairs, or no grey hairs, I –'
He advanced a step or two, and Sir Eustace skipped nimbly behind the table.
'The young are always so violent,' he said reproachfully. 'Unable to use their brains, they rely solely on their muscles. Let us talk sense. For the moment you have the upper hand. But that state of affairs cannot continue. The house is full of my men. You are hopelessly outnumbered. Your momentary ascendancy has been gained by an accident –'
'Has it?'
Something in Harry's voice, a grim raillery, seemed to attract Sir Eustace's attention. He stared at him.
'Has it?' said Harry again. 'Sit down, Sir Eustace, and listen to what I have to say.' Still covering him with the revolver, he went on: 'The cards are against you this time. To begin with, listen to that!'
That was a dull banging at the door below. There were shouts, oaths, and then a sound of firing. Sir Eustace paled.
'What's that?'
'Race — and his people. You didn't know, did you, Sir Eustace, that Anne had an arrangement with me by which we should know whether communications from one to the other were genuine? Telegrams were to be signed 'Andy,' letters were to have the word 'and' crossed out somewhere in them. Anne knew that your telegram was a fake. She came here of her own free will, walked deliberately into the snare, in the hope that she might catch you in your own trap. Before leaving Kimberley she wired both to me and to Race. Mrs. Blair has been in communication with us ever since. I received the letter written at your dictation, which was just what I expected. I had already discussed the probabilities of a secret passage leading out of the curio-shop with Race, and he had discovered the place where the exit was situated.'
There was a screaming, tearing sound, and a heavy explosion which shook the room.
'They're shelling this part of the town. I must get you out of here, Anne.'
A bright light flared up. The house opposite was on fire. Sir Eustace had risen and was pacing up and down. Harry kept him covered with the revolver.
'So you see, Sir Eustace, the game is up. It was you yourself who very kindly provided us with the clue of your whereabouts. Race's men were watching the exit of the secret passage. In spite of the precautions you took, they were successful in following me here.'
Sir Eustace turned suddenly.
'Very clever. Very creditable. But I've still a word to say. If I've lost the trick, so have you. You'll never be able to bring the murder of Nadina home to me. I was in Marlow on that day, that's all you've got against me. No one can prove that I even knew the woman. But you knew her, you had a motive for killing her — and your record's against you. You're a thief, remember, a thief. There's one thing you don't know, perhaps. I've got the diamonds. And here goes –'
With an incredibly swift movement, he stooped, swung up his arm and threw. There was a tinkle of breaking glass, as the object went through the window and disappeared into the blazing mass opposite.
'There goes your only hope of establishing your innocence over the Kimberley affair. And now we'll talk. I'll drive a bargain with you. You've got me cornered. Race will find all he needs in this house. There's a chance for me if I can get away. I'm done for if I stay, but so are you, young man! There's a skylight in the next room. A couple of minutes' start and I shall be all right. I've got one or two little arrangements all ready made. You let me out that way, and give me a start — and I leave you a signed confession that I killed Nadina.'
'Yes, Harry,' I cried. 'Yes, yes, yes!'
He turned a stern face on me.
'No, Anne, a thousand times, no. You don't know what you're saying.'
'I do. It solves everything.'
'I'd never be able to look Race in the face again. I'll take my chance, but I'm damned if I'll let this slippery old fox get away. It's no good, Anne. I won't do it.'
Sir Eustace chuckled. He accepted defeat without the least emotion.
'Well, well,' he remarked. 'You seem to have met your master, Anne. But I can assure you both that moral rectitude does not always pay.'
There was a crash of rending wood, and footsteps surged up the stairs. Harry drew back the bolt. Colonel Race was the first to enter the room. His face lit at the sight of us.
'You're safe, Anne. I was afraid –' He turned to Sir Eustace. 'I've been after you for a long time, Pedler — and at last I've got you.'
'Everybody seems to have gone completely mad,' declared Sir Eustace airily. 'These young people have been threatening me with revolvers and accusing me of the most shocking things. I don't know what it's all about.'
'Don't you? It means that I've found the 'Colonel.' It means that on January 8th last you were not at Cannes , but at Marlow. It means that when your tool, Madame Nadina, turned against you, you planned to do away with her — and at last we shall be able to bring the crime home to you.'
'Indeed? And from whom did you get all this interesting information? From the man who is even now being looked for by the police? His evidence will be very valuable.'
'We have other evidence. There is someone else who knew that Nadina was going to meet you at the Mill House.'
Sir Eustace looked surprised. Colonel Race made a gesture with his hand. Arthur Minks alias the Rev. Edward Chichester alias Miss Pettigrew stepped forward. He was pale and nervous, but he spoke clearly enough:
'I saw Nadina in Paris the night before she went over to England . I was posing at the time as a Russian Count. She told me of her purpose. I warned her, knowing what kind of man she had to deal with, but she did not take my advice. There was a wireless message on the table. I read it. Afterwards I thought I would have a try for the diamonds myself. In Johannesburg Mr. Rayburn accosted me. He persuaded me to come over
to his side.'
Sir Eustace looked at him. He said nothing, but Minks seemed visibly to wilt.
'Rats always leave a sinking ship,' observed Sir Eustace. 'I don't care for rats. Sooner or later, I destroy vermin.'
'There's just one thing I'd like to tell you, Sir Eustace,' I remarked. 'That tin you threw out of the window didn't contain the diamonds. It had common pebbles in it. The diamonds are in a perfectly safe place. As a matter of fact they're in the big giraffe's stomach. Suzanne hollowed it out, put the diamonds in with cotton wool, so that they wouldn't rattle, and plugged it up again.'
Sir Eustace looked at me for some time. His reply was characteristic:
'I always did hate that blinking giraffe,' he said. 'It must have been instinct.'
Chapter 34
We were not able to return to Johannesburg that night. The shells were coming over pretty fast, and I gathered that we were now more or less cut off, owing to the rebels having obtained possession of a new part of the suburbs.
Our place of refuge was a farm some twenty miles or so from Johannesburg — right out on the veld. I was dropping with fatigue. All the excitement and anxiety of the last two days had left me a little better than a limp rag.
I kept repeating to myself, without being able to believe it, that our troubles were really over. Harry and I were together and we should never be separated again. Yet all through I was conscious of some barrier between us — a constraint on his part, the reason of which I could not fathom.
Sir Eustace had been driven off in an opposite direction accompanied by a strong guard. He waved his hand airily to us on departing.
I came out on to the stoep early on the following morning and looked across the veld in the direction of Johannesburg . I could see the great dumps glistening in the pale morning sunshine, and I could hear the low
