The Air Pirate

Chapter 7

"You see," he went on confidentially, "a gentleman"s servant, especially if he belongs to the club just off Jermyn Street, and more specially still if he"s been a racing man, hears all that"s going on quicker than anyone. This morning I"ve been talking to the porters and valets of two of the best clubs, Sir John. Then I "ad a crack with Meggit, the bookmaker, what does all the St. James" smaller commissions, and after that I strolled to the Parthenon Theatre, and took out the stage door-keeper and filled him up and made "im talk a bit. "Im and me is great friends consequent of my taking so many messages and flowers for you, sir, when Miss Shepherd was acting there."

"Ah! I see you haven"t wasted your time." I smiled inwardly at Thumbwood"s idea of helping me.

"No, Sir John. I"ve learned a lot of funny little things, just trifles, so to say, but they may prove useful later on. There"s one thing you ought to know at once. Them theatricals have been talking, and it"s all over town that Miss Shepherd travelled down to Plymouth with you. It"s certain to be in the papers this afternoon, if it ain"t already. There"s been half a dozen reporters buzzing round the theatre this morning."

I ground my teeth with anger, but only for a moment. Of course, the thing was inevitable. There was only one thing to do.

I took up the telephone on the writing-table and got put on to the _Evening Wire_. "I am Sir John Custance," I said to the editor. "I hear that there is a good deal of talk going about London in respect of Miss Constance Shepherd and myself. To avoid the least misconception, I authorize you to state, in your next edition, that Miss Shepherd and I were engaged to be married. I"ll send my servant down to your office at once, with a note confirming this conversation."

It was the only way, much as I hated it, to stop malicious gossip, and I scribbled a chit to the editor.

"Get into a taxi and take that at once," I said to Thumbwood. As I gave him the letter, there was a ring at the front-door bell.

The little man went out and I heard voices, one harsh and deep, that seemed familiar.

"Who is it?" I asked as Charles returned. "I can"t see anyone...."

"Wouldn"t take any denial, sir. It"s the American gentleman who picked up Captain Pring after the attack on the _Albatros_. Says he must see you."

"Mr. Van Adams?"

"Yes, Sir John."

"Show him in."

A moment afterwards I was shaking hands with the thickset man whose jaw was like a pike"s and whose eyes resembled animated steel. Thumbwood went off with the letter. I heard the front door close after him.

Now I don"t suppose at that moment I would have seen any other man in London unconnected with my office at Whitehall. I didn"t want to see the millionaire, but directly he was inside the room my irritation vanished.

He had meant to see me. He had now accomplished his end, and I had a firm conviction that sentries with fixed bayonets wouldn"t have kept him out.

He sat down quietly in the chair I indicated, and took a cigar with great deliberation. I was not in the least impatient. I knew now that I was glad that he had come, and waited for him to begin. When he did speak the harsh voice was considerably modified, and no one whatever could have said that he was an American.

"Any success I may have made in life," he said without preliminary, "has come from the faculty of judging men. I started, as a youth, with this power in a more than ordinary degree. I"ve been developing it ever since."

He puffed thoughtfully at his cigar. He had said this with calm determination, not in the least as if he were speaking of himself, but merely as a man stating a fact which would be useful a little later on.

For my part I said nothing. I felt as though I was playing a sort of decorous game with rigid rules. To speak then would be to revoke!

"... And, though the ordinary man does not like to hear such a statement, I have a pretty good idea of you, Sir John. You"re not an ordinary man. That"s why I"m here. I"ll put it in two words. I want to help you. I _can_ help you. It is for you to say if you want me."

Now there could only be one answer to a question like that. The man in my arm-chair was one of the most powerful men on earth. Moreover, his reputation stood high. He was no financial pirate. The whole world trusted him.

"I answer that, Mr. Van Adams, with a single word: Thank you."

He nodded as if pleased. "Quite!" he said, and then, half turning in his chair, "of course I don"t ask you to tell me any official secrets...."

I laughed at that. The Government would have let this man know all there was to be known upon his simple request.

He saw that I understood. "There are none for one thing," I told him.

"You know exactly as much as my department knows, as I told the Home Secretary this morning. There are no developments, except, of course, the protective measures we and the States are taking. The one thing I _can_ tell you, and which is in strict confidence, is that I have arranged for my official duties to be carried on by my a.s.sistant for a month. From this afternoon I am absolutely free to do what I like and go where I like. No one will know of this but my confidential servant. I intend to devote this evening to mapping out a plan of campaign."

"That"s good, Sir John. That is just what I wanted to hear. Let me explain my motives. They are not complicated. One is that, as one of the chief money-brokers of the world, I naturally want to prevent any financial panic. Next, I am a bit of a sportsman in my way. I like hunting things down. This pursuit appeals to me a good deal. And, last--when I was five-and-thirty, a desperate gang of crooks in San Francisco kidnapped my little daughter Pearl--she that is d.u.c.h.ess of Shropshire now--and held her up to ransom. It was before you took notice, for I"m close on seventy, but the episode created some considerable stir at the time. I can pretty well guess what you are going through now."

As he looked at me his eyes were no longer like living steel, nor his jaw like a pike"s.

So he also knew! I mumbled something or other.

"Quite," he answered quickly, and then went on: "In thinking over various ways in which I could be of use I have come to a certain conclusion. Money, I suppose, won"t help you--though, of course, any sum is available?"

"I have the Government behind me, and I myself am not poor, thank you."

"It is as I thought. In England I myself can do nothing _personally_ that others cannot do as well. In America I have every sort of influence...."

I looked him in the face. "I am not going to trouble about America in the very least."

"Quite! I see what you mean. And I am absolutely of your opinion. Now I"ll come to what I _can_ do for you."

He rose slowly from his chair and came up to me. When he spoke he had dropped his voice a full tone.

"I must let you into one or two little secrets about myself," he said.

"In the first place, a man so rich as I am does not become so without making powerful and unscrupulous enemies. Also, American methods are direct. It will probably surprise you to hear that my life has been attempted twelve or fifteen times, but that is the case. Some of the methods were diabolically ingenious, too! However, I stand here to-day, quite unharmed and quite safe. Why? I"ll tell you.

"Quite early in my successful career I saw what would happen. I watched other men a.s.sa.s.sinated, and was determined that it shouldn"t happen to me. How was it to be avoided? I thought that point out very carefully, and came to a conclusion. I must find, and then attach to my person, someone of extraordinary intelligence, cunning, skill and personal prowess. My ambitions ran high. I wanted someone who would devote his whole life to my service, a familiar spirit, no less! It took me three years of steady work to find that familiar spirit--to discover the exact combination of qualities I required. But a multi-millionaire is the Magician of to-day, and I have a Genie as clever and infallible as any out of the old "Arabian Nights." I pay him the salary of a cinema star, and I say, meaning every word of it, that there isn"t another like him in the world. Do you think this tall talk, Sir John?"

It was certainly amazing, but I could not but believe him.

"You startle and you interest me deeply," I replied. "You are to be congratulated."

"I am--on a unique human possession. Well, you can"t have failed to see what I"m driving at. I will lend you this man, place his services entirely at your disposal, for a month!"

For a moment or two I was silent. I believed every word that Van Adams said, and I was not hesitating--only just letting the offer, and what it meant, sink into my mind. It became plain. It was like the offer of a rope-ladder to a man in prison, a light and a pickaxe to an entombed miner.

"It is the most generous offer I"ve ever heard of, Mr. Van Adams. I can"t express my thanks. You really mean this?"

"I do. And as an ounce of proof is worth a ton of talk--allow me to introduce you to Mr. Danjuro!"

He turned round as he spoke and I with him. Then I gave a cry of astonishment, which I could not have kept back to save my life.

Standing some yard or so away was a little j.a.panese gentleman, not much more than five feet high. He wore gold pince-nez, a neat blue lounge suit and brown boots. There was nothing noticeable about him in any way, except an unusually fine cranial development--a ma.s.sive forehead and a great s.p.a.ce between the corners of the dark eyes and the ears.

"Good heavens, how did he get here?" I said.

Van Adams laughed. "I daresay he"ll tell you; I don"t know," he answered. "I just told him to be here. I wanted to give you an object lesson, in fact. Now, Mr. Danjuro knows all that I know. You can trust him absolutely. He knows what is in front of him, and he knows where to find me when I"m wanted. Now I"ll leave you together and say good-afternoon."

He was gone almost before I could thank him.