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But all the same it's Trewlove," I cried, radiant. "Eh?" this to Horrex, mumbling in the doorway "the cab outside? Step along, constable: I'll follow in a moment to identify your prisoner, not to bail him out." Then as he touched his hat and marched out after Horrex, "By George, though! Trewlove!" I muttered, meeting Clara's eye and laughing.
We shall catch the first boat." "The question is, will you get Herbert awake in time to explain matters?" "I'll undertake that. Horrex has already packed for him. Oh, you needn't fear: he'll be right enough at Ambleteuse, under my eye." "It's good of you," she said slowly; "but why are you doing it?" "Can't say," I answered lightly. "Well, good-bye, and God bless you!" She put out her hand.
"Do I understand you to say, sir, that your name is Horrex? Then allow me to tell you, Horrex, that you are no gentleman. You hear?" He spoke with anxious lucidity, leaning forward and tapping the butler on the knee. "No gentleman." "No, sir," assented Horrex. "That being the case, we'll say no more about it. I decline to argue with you.
She began to laugh softly, uncannily, in a way that tore my heart. "Herbert is my brother." "Oh!" said I, feeling pretty much of a fool. "But what gave you what do you mean " "Lord knows," I interrupted her; "but if you will tell Horrex to get himself and the policeman into the cab, I will run upstairs, dress, and join them in five minutes."
"I think," said I, going to the door again and taking the tray from Horrex, "that you were not to talk. Drink this, please." She took the glass, but with a rebellious face. "Oh, if you take that tone with me " "I do. And now," I turned to the constable, "what name did he give for his surety?" "Herbert Jarmayne, same address." "Herbert Jarmayne?"
"That's what I'm telling you. 'George Anthony Richardson, four-nought-two, Cromwell Road' that's the name on the sheet, and I heard him give it myself." "And I thought, of course, it must be you," put in Clara; "and I wondered what dreadful thing could have happened until Horrex appeared and told me you were safe, and Herbert too "
"Addressed to 'Trewlove, 402, Cromwell Road." "William!" He summoned another footman forward. "This gentleman is inquiring for a telegram sent here this afternoon, addressed 'Trewlove'." "There was such a telegram," said William. "I heard Mr. Horrex a-discussing of it in the pantry.
Down to the library I led her accordingly, and somehow was aware by that supernumerary sense which works at times in the back of a man's head of Horrex discreetly following us. At the library-door she turned to him. "When I ring," she said. He bowed and withdrew. The room was empty and dark. She switched on the electric light and nodded to me to close the door.
In five minutes I had donned my ordinary clothes again and, descending through the pack of guests to the front door, found a four-wheeler waiting, with Horrex inside and a policeman whom, as I guessed, he had been drugging with strong waters for an hour past in some secluded chamber of the house. The fellow was somnolent, and in sepulchral silence we journeyed to Vine Street.
Still holding him by the ear, I led him forth and flung him into the cab, in a corner of which the trembling Horrex had already huddled himself. He fell, indeed, across Horrex's knees, and at once screamed aloud. "Softly, softly, Master 'Erbert," whispered the poor man soothingly. "It's only poor old Horrex, that you've known since a boy." "Horrex?" Master Herbert straightened himself up.
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