Therefore I was compelled very reluctantly to grope my way back into the Tottenham Court Road, where at last I found a hansom, and with a man leading the horse, I fell asleep as we went westward, so fagged and exhausted was I by that long and unpleasant vigil.
The wife of a motorist like myself is used to her husbands late hours, therefore I had little difficulty in excusing myself to Mabel, yet when I retired to bed no sleep came to my eyes.
That womans shrill, despairing cry rang ever in my ears. Those words of hers were so mysterious, so ominous.
Youve killed me, just as you killed my dear father!
Should I go to the police in the morning and make a clean breast of the whole affair?
At dawn I found the fog had lifted, therefore, after looking in at the garage, I called upon Kirk, resolved to pretend ignorance of his visit to the house off the Tottenham Court Road. But again I was disappointed, for he had been absent all night. His sister was ignorant of his whereabouts, but, as she explained, his movements were ever erratic.
This caused me to make another visit to the house, which, in the light of day, I found to be in Foley Street, an even more squalid neighbourhood than I had believed.
At the corner of Cleveland Street was the laundry, the windows of which were painted grey so that the passer-by could not peer within. The street seemed to be the play-ground of numberless dirty children, while the houses, all of which were let in tenements, were smoke-grimed and dismal.
At some of the windows the cheap lace curtains hung limp and yellow, and at others the windows had been white-washed to prevent people looking in. The neighbourhood was one that had sadly decayed, for even the public-house a little way up the street was closed and to let.
I stood outside the easily recognised surgery in order to take my bearings, and quickly discovered the three or four houses from one of which had come that cry in the night.
Yet which house it was, I knew not. Therefore what could I do? To remain there might attract Kirks attention if he were within. Hence I was afraid to loiter, so I passed on into Langham Street, and thus out into Portland Place.
I had become obsessed by the mystery of it all. I returned to Chiswick, and tried to give my mind to the details of my business, but all without avail. I saw that Pelham, my manager, was surprised at my apparent absent-mindedness. I knew it was incumbent upon me to go to the police-station, which was only a few hundred yards from me on the opposite side of the road, and tell the inspector on duty the whole story. Yet somehow the affair, with all its mysterious features, had fascinated me, and Kershaw Kirk most of all. The information was mine, and it was for me to solve this remarkable enigma.
Kirks absence from home, and his failure to communicate with me, showed that either he mistrusted me, or that he was purposely misleading me for the attainment of his own ends.
He had sought my friendship and assistance, and yet next day he had abandoned me in doubt and ignorance.
I managed to get through the day at the garage, and eagerly bought the evening paper, anxious to see whether the tragedy had become public property; but as yet it was unknown. I dined at home, and I suppose my manner was so preoccupied that Mabel, my wife, asked:
Whats the matter, Harry? You seem unusually worried?
Oh! I dont know, dear, I replied, trying to laugh. Ive had a lot of things to do at the office to-day, I added in excuse; Ive got to go back this evening.
Mabel pouted, and I knew the reason. I had promised to run her and her sister over to Teddington to see some friends with whom we had promised to spend the evening.
But I was in no mood for visiting friends. I went along to Kirks house, and, finding him still absent, took the train from Hammersmith to Baker Street, and walked through Clarence Gate to Sussex Place.
It had just struck nine when I halted at the Professors door, but I drew back suddenly when I saw a tall, well-dressed, clean-shaven young man in hard felt hat and overcoat, standing in the doorway.
He had rung, and was evidently awaiting an answer to his summons.
The place was, I noticed, in darkness. Antonio had evidently omitted to switch on the light in the hall.
What could that young man want at the house of death?
Unfortunately, I had not been quick enough, for as I halted he turned upon me, realising that to call there was my intention.
This is strange! he remarked to me, Ive been ringing here nearly half an hour, and can get no reply. Yet when I passed the front of the house there was a light in the small drawing-room. Ive never before known the place to be left; there are always servants here, even if the Professor and his daughter are absent.
It occurred to me that Antonio had detected him from within, and that he might be an unwelcome visitor. I recollected Kirks strict injunctions to the faithful Italian.
Antonio may be out, I suggested.
But the maids would surely be at home, he argued. I wonder if thieves are inside? I somehow suspect it, he whispered.
Why?
Because I distinctly heard a movement in the hall about ten minutes ago, he answered. Will you go round to the front and see if there are lights in any of the rooms, while I remain here? Youll soon see the house the first with the long columns at the drawing-room windows.
I consented, and was quickly round at the front.
But the whole place was in total darkness. Not a light showed anywhere.
I returned, and suggested that in passing he might have been mistaken. There were lights in the windows of the adjoining house.
No, declared the young man, who, by his speech, I recognised was well educated, I made no mistake. Theres some mystery here. I wired from Paris to Miss Greer this morning, making an appointment this evening. Its curious that shes out.
You are a friend of the family, I suppose? I asked, eager to know who the young fellow was.
Yes, he replied; and you?
I am also, was my answer. What other reply could I make? I believe the Professor is up in Scotland, I added.
But where is Antonio and all the other servants? he argued.
Well, I said, their master being absent, they may all be out, spending the evening; servants have a habit of doing so in the absence of their masters.
Then how do you account for the movements I have heard inside? he asked. No; if the servants are out, then the thieves are within. Will you stay here to bar their exit, while I go out and find a constable?
Mention of the police caused me to wince. This young man was in ignorance of what had really occurred.
I should remain patient a little while if I were you, I said. Antonio may return at any moment; he surely cannot have gone far.
On the contrary, I think he has.
Why?
Well, curiously enough, this afternoon, when I alighted from the Paris express and was passing through the buffet at Calais, I caught sight of a man who strangely resembled him. He turned his head and hurried away. At the moment I failed to recognise the likeness, and not until half an hour later, when the boat was already on its way across to Dover, did I recollect that he was very like the Professors faithful Antonio.
I held my breath.
Chapter Eight
A Fresh Turn in Affairs
Here was the whole affair in danger of being exposed to the police and public by this young mans encounter with the Professors servant! If it were exposed, then I should be compelled to give some account of myself. It would certainly be difficult to convince the police that I had no knowledge of the Professors death.