THE  SECRET  CARGO   .sx

Then  there's  her  niece  , Miss  Bertha  Cassillis  -  and  , say  , Campenhaye  , as  you  and  I  are  friends  , I  may  as  well  tell  you  that's  where  my  love-story  comes  in .sx   I'm  very  much  in  love  with  Miss  Cassillis  , and  I'm  going  to  ask  her  to  marry  me  pretty  soon .sx   

" Ah !sx   " said  Campenhaye .sx   " That  is  interesting .sx   -  I  hope  to  congratulate  you .sx   Well  , the  rest ?sx   " 

" Why  -  the  rest  now  -  there's  some  more  , of  course  , " said  Wickersham  reflectively .sx   
" There's  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Harpleden  -  they're  famous  for  globe-trotting  -  they're  always   .sx
travelling  about .sx   Then  there's  Miss  Mamie  Longmore  -  she's  the  Harpledens'  ward .sx   
And  there's  Roy  Stuvesant  , the  black-and-white  artist  -  I  asked  him  because  he  and   .sx
Mamie  are  just  gone  on  each  other .sx   And  there's  Captain  Harker  -  he's  an  Englishman  whom  I've  known  for  some  time  in  New  York  -  used  to  be  in  your  army  here  , and  a  jolly  good  fellow  he  is  , and  a  born  sportsman .sx   And  there's  Mrs.  Euston  -  she's  an  Englishwoman  , too  , and  a  widow  -  a  gay  and  lively  widow  , and  full  of  life .sx   That's  the  lot  , Campenhaye .sx   " 

" A  very  interesting  company  , " said  the  specialist .sx   He  closed  his  tiny  book  with  a  snap  , and  put  it  away .sx   " A  very  interesting  company  , Wickersham .sx   Now  , then  , two  questions  , and  when  you  have  answered  them  I  want  to  hear  no  more  of  this  business  to-night  -  not  one  single  word  more !sx   The  first  is :sx   Have  you  told  anybody  whatever  of  this  casket  business ?sx   " 

" Not  a  single  soul  , " answered  Wickersham  promptly .sx   " Wise  man !sx   " said  Campenhaye .sx   " And  the  second  is  -  what  time  do  you  breakfast  to-morrow  morning  on  board  the  Magnolia ?sx   " 

" Ten  o'clock  , " replied  Wickersham .sx   

" Very  good  , " said  Campenhaye .sx   " Then  at  precisely  a  quarter  to  ten  a  gentleman  named  Mr.  Percival  Carter  , whom  you  happen  to  have  met  this  evening  , and  honoured  with  an  invitation  to  breakfast  , will  come  alongside  to  fulfil  his  engagement .sx   Mr.  Pervical  Carter  , you  understand  , who  is  , well  , just  a  gentleman  at  large  , a  lounger  , an  idler  , and  a  pleasant  seaside  acquaintance .sx   And  now  , Wickersham  , good  night .sx   Be  off  , for  I  am  going  to  think !sx   " 

When  the  young  American  was  gone  , Campenhaye  put  on  a  smoking-jacket  , lighted  his  favourite  briar  , and  rang  for  some  whiskey  and  soda .sx   He  sat  smoking  and  thinking  until  a  late  hour .sx   And  then  there  came  a  very  gentle  tap  at  the  door  , and  in  answer  to  Campenhaye's  response  , Killingley  stole  into  the  room  , and  , having  closed  the  door  with  great  care  , slid  into  the  chair  which  his  employer  pointed  to  , close  to  his  own .sx   His  queer  face  was  lit  up  with  the  joy  of  discovery .sx   

THIEVES  IN  CLOVER   .sx

When  Campenhaye  remarked  to  Wickersham  that  Killingley  would  take  good  care  to  look  after  himself  , he  was  speaking  from  accurate  knowledge .sx   The  clerk  , who  was  posing  as  a  valet  , having  seen  that  his  master's  effects  were  duly  disposed  of  and  that  Campenhaye  did  not  require  him  for  the  time  being  , set  about  seeing  after  his  own  dinner .sx   He  sought  out  and  found  the  head  waiter  , and  intimated  that  although  he  was  a  gentleman's  gentleman  , he  desired  to  dine  of  the  best  and  in  great  comfort  , and  to  enjoy  his  bottle  of  wine  according  to  his  usual  custom .sx   And  as  nobody  could  have  told  Mr.  Killingley  in  his  particularly  neat  and  well-made  attire  , from  a  fashionable  jockey  or  a  sporting  peer  , the  head  waiter  , who  quickly  perceived  that  money  was  no  object  , found  him  a  quiet  table  in  the  coffee-room  , and  personally  attended  to  his  needs .sx   Mr.  Killingley  proceeded  to  eat  and  drink  and  be  merry  in  a  sober  fashion  ; meanwhile  , from  sheer  force  of  habit  , keeping  his  eyes  and  ears  open  to  whatever  went  on  around  him .sx   

The  season  being  then  almost  at  its  height  in  Great  Yarmouth  , the  hotel  was  very  full .sx   And  Killingley  found  plenty  to  amuse  himself  with  in  watching  the  people  who  were  dining .sx   He  had  been  a  careful  observer  of  men  and  things  from  youth  ; nothing  had  ever  escaped  his  watchful  eye  in  the  solicitor's  office  in  which  he  had  spent  many  years  of  budding  manhood  as  clerk  , and  the  wits  which  had  been  sharpened  there  had  grown  keener  during  the  five  years'  service  which  he  had  already  had  with  Paul  Campenhaye .sx   Killingley  could  no  more  help  watching  people  than  a  London  cat  can  help  keeping  an  eye  on  the  sparrows  , and  he  had  a  natural  born  faculty  for  committing  faces  to  memory .sx   And  whenever  he  entered  any  strange  place  his  first  instinct  was  to  look  around  him  in  a  way  which  was  neither  covert  nor  furtive  , but  still  quiet  and  secret  , in  order  to  see  if  there  was  anybody  present  whose  face  he  remembered .sx   It  was  one  of  his  pet  theories  that  this  is  in  reality  a  very  small  world  , and  that  you  never  know  what  or  whom  you  are  going  to  meet .sx   

However  , when  Killingley  had  completed  his  inspection  of  all  the  men  and  women  in  that  upper  room  , he  had  to  confess  that  there  was  no  one  there  with  whom  he  had  had  any  previous  acquaintance .sx   There  were  all  sorts  of  folk  here  , of  all  ages  , and  of  several  nationalities  , but  the  clerk  knew  none  of  them .sx   He  was  about  to  fall  back  upon  his  favourite  amusement  under  these  circumstances  of  speculating  about  his  neighbours  , inventing  theories  about  them  , and  generally  sizing  them  up  , when  the  door  opened  , and  two  men  entered  , at  the  sight  of  whom  Killingley  , after  one  glance  , bent  his  head  , and  began  to  be  very  busy  with  the  roast  duck  which  had  just  been  served  to  him .sx   And  as  he  bent  over  his  plate  he  murmured  some  words  to  himself  which  , to  some  knowing  people  , would  have  been  very  significant  , and  to  most  others  utterly  meaningless .sx   

" Jim  the  Lifter  and  Billy  the  Scribe  , as  I'm  a  living  man !sx   " said  Killingley .sx   " Here's  a  go !sx   " 

The  two  men  , ushered  by  a  waiter  , came  forward  to  a  table  near  his  own  , and  Killingley  presently  took  a  careful  though  a  swift  look  at  them .sx   One  , a  tall  , well-built  man  of  about  forty  years  of  age  , was  dark  of  eye  and  hair  , clean-shaven  , and  of  professional  appearance  ; he  might  have  been  a  barrister  , or  a  doctor  , or  an  actor  of  standing .sx   The  other  , a  slightly  younger  man  , fresh-coloured  , was  of  military  appearance  , well  set  up  , heavily  moustached  , bronzed  as  with  much  exposure  to  hot  suns .sx   Each  man  was  well  but  quietly  dressed  , the  elder  man  in  blue  , the  younger  in  blue  flannel  ; their  linen  was  immaculate  , their  jewellery  good  , but  not  obtrusive .sx   They  were  polished  and  quiet  of  manner  ; to  any  casual  observer  they  would  have  seemed  to  be  two  holiday-making  gentlemen  , who  after  dinner  would  smoke  a  cigar  , perhaps  play  a  game  of  billiards  , yawn  comfortably  and  go  early  to  bed  to  sleep  the  sleep  of  the  righteous  , without  a  care  except  that  the  glorious  summer  weather  might  last .sx   

But  the  sharp-eyed  clerk  , sitting  within  a  few  feet  of  these  two  , had  a  remarkably  keen  and  tenacious  memory  and  that  memory  at  sight  of  them  went  back  some  years  to  a  certain  day  when  he  , a  mere  boy  carrying  papers  from  a  solicitor's  office  to  the  Central  Criminal  Court  , had  been  allowed  to  remain  , in  order  to  witness  the  end  of  a  certain  case  which  had  brought  the  two  men  dining  there  before  him  into  the  dock .sx   Killingley  remembered  that  day  very  well .sx   It  was  a  November  day  ; a  nasty  , dull  , heavy  day  ; there  was  a  thin  rain  in  the  murky  air  , and  a  sense  of  oppression  everywhere  ; outside  in  the  Old  Bailey  the  pavements  were  dirty  and  wet  , and  within  the  gloomy  old  court  the  atmosphere  was  horrible .sx   He  remembered  the  final  stages  of  the  trial  ; the  judge's  brief  and  merciless  summing  up  ; the  verdict  which  the  jury  returned  without  troubling  to  leave  the  box  ; he  remembered  the  look  of  helpless  anger  and  rage  on  the  faces  of  the  two  men  a  the  words  of  the  sentence  fell  upon  their  ears  -   .sx

" Five  years'  penal  servitude !sx   " 

Oh  yes  ; Killingley  remembered  it  all  , and  every  bit  of  it .sx   Jim  the  Lifter  , Billy  the  Scribe  -  two  of  the  flash  gang  of  London  crooks  , who  played  for  big  stakes  in  whatever  they  did  , and  had  various  aliases .sx   It  had  been  five  years  that  time  -  let's  see  , how  long  since  was  that ?sx   -  oh  , yes  , nine  years  ago  -  and  it  was  in  Killingley's  mind  that  he  had  heard  they  had  cleared  out  when  the  term  of  penal  servitude  had  come  to  an  end  , carrying  their  great  gifts  and  talents  elsewhere .sx   But  here  they  were  , in  the  flesh  , and  in  apparent  high  feather  , in  Great  Yarmouth  , comfortably  dining  amongst  irreproachable  surroundings  , and  wearing  purple  and  fine  linen  , as  if  they  had  never  known  what  it  was  to  wear  an  unbecoming  if  useful  garb  liberally  ornamented  with  the  Broad  Arrow  Oh  yes  ; Billy  the  Scribe  and  Jim  the  Lifter  , without  a  doubt  -  Killingley  never  forgot  faces  -  especially  the  faces  which  he  had  seen  looking  over  the  ledge  of  a  dock .sx   

What  were  they  after ?sx   To  men  who  thought  as  Killingley  had  been  trained  to  think  , men  like  Jim  the  Lifter  and  Billy  the  Scribe  are  always  after  something .sx   It  was  not  in  Killingley  to  attribute  innocent  motives  to  such  gentlemen  ; he  would  as  soon  have  suspected  a  fox  of  innocence  , when  it  sets  out  for  a  midnight  trot  in  the  neighbourhood  of  hen  roosts .sx   They  were  -  up  to  something .sx   

The  sharp-eyed  , keen-witted  clerk  finished  his  dinner  calmly  and  quietly  , even  to  his  coffee  and  his  crme  de  menthe .sx   He  was  in  no  hurry  -  he  was  two  or  three  good  stages  ahead  of  the  men  before  him  , and  he  knew  very  well  that  they  would  have  their  money's  worth .sx   But  when  he  had  drained  the  last  sip  of  the  green  liqueur  he  left  the  room  quietly  and  went  up  to  Campenhaye .sx   And  when  he  had  drawn  his  employer  into  the  corridor  he  wasted  no  words  , but  whispered  his  news .sx   

" If  you  are  not  likely  to  want  me  , sir  , " said  Killingley  , " there  are  two  men  dining  in  the  coffee-room  upon  whom  I  should  like  to  keep  an  eye  for  the  next  hour  or  two .sx   " 

" Who  are  they ?sx   " asked  Campenhaye .sx   

Killingley  breathed  two  names  in  the  specialist's  ear  ; he  saw  Campenhaye's  eyes  gleam .sx   

" All  right  , " said  Campenhaye .sx   " Be  careful .sx   You  will  come  to  me  when  you  return  , whatever  time  it  is .sx   " 

Killingley  slipped  away  along  the  softly  carpeted  corridor .sx   He  went  to  his  own  room  , unlocked  his  portmanteau  , and  took  from  it  something  which  he  put  in  the  breast  pocket  of  his  coat .sx   Then  he  put  on  a  soft  cap  , and  , going  downstairs  , passed  through  the  entrance-hall  into  the  street .sx   On  his  way  he  glanced  into  the  coffee  room  ; the  two  men  were  just  finishing  dinner .sx   

Outside  , the  purple  softness  of  the  summer  night  had  fallen  over  the  Esplanade  and  the  sea .sx   People  were  everywhere  ; folks  who  had  dined  were  flocking  out  of  hotels  and  boarding-houses  for  more  air  before  the  time  for  sleep  came  ; there  was  laughter  and  chatter  , and  music  , and  the  sounds  of  gaiety  and  light-heartedness  on  all  sides .sx   Killingley  lighted  a  cigarette  , and  hands  in  pockets  , mingled  with  the  throng  , lounging  as  unconcernedly  as  any  of  them .sx   He  strolled  here  and  there  in  front  of  the  hotel  , but  any  shrewd  observer  who  had  watched  the  clerk's  movements  carefully  would  have  noticed  that  he  kept  up  a  particular  beat .sx   For  Killingley  had  made  certain  that  there  were  but  two  ways  by  which  the  hotel  could  be  left  -  one  way  , the  front  , admitted  into  the  Esplanade  , the  other  into  Regent  Road  ; he  accordingly  confined  his  movements  to  a  limit  within  which  he  could  keep  his  eye  on  each .sx   

Killingley  had  been  quick  to  see  that  Billy  the  Scribe  and  Jim  the  Lifter  were  not  staying  at  the  hotel .sx   They  had  brought  their  hats  and  sticks  into  the  coffee-room  ; the  head  waiter  had  not  asked  them  for  any  number  in  taking  their  order .sx   Therefore  , Killingley  knew  that  sooner  or  later  they  would  leave .sx   And  wherever  they  went  there  he  was  going  also  -  at  any  rate  as  far  as  he  could  go .sx