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And he could get me sent away, if he wanted, any time. He almost threatened it, the last time I refused. Now that he has seen me with you, he will be worse than ever." Laverick's face darkened, and there was a peculiar flash in his eyes. The man was certainly looking at them in a rude manner.
As a matter of fact, things are altogether better in the city to-day. You made a big mistake in taking us out of our depth, but we are going to pull through, after all. 'Unions' have been going up all day." Laverick's presence, and the sound of his even, matter-of-fact tone, seemed to act like a tonic upon his late partner. He made no reference, however, to Laverick's words.
I didn't know whom to send for or what to do. When he wrote that note to you I was so relieved. You can't imagine how glad I am to think you have come!" Laverick's eyes were full of sympathy. One could see that the scene of last night had risen up again before her eyes. She was shrinking back, and the terror was upon her once more.
That twenty thousand pounds, Laverick, is Secret Service money, paid by me to Von Behrling only half-an-hour before he was murdered, in a small restaurant there, for what I supposed to be the document. He deceived me by making up a false packet. The real one he kept. He deserved to die, and I am glad he is dead." Laverick's face was suddenly hopeful. "Then you can take these notes!" he exclaimed.
"I am going to do what I ought to have done before," Bellamy answered. "Laverick's connection with this affair is suspicious enough, but after all he is a sportsman and an Englishman. I am going to tell him what that envelope contains tell him the truth." "You are right!" she exclaimed. "Whatever he may have done, if you tell him the truth he will give you that document. I am sure of it.
Now that Fate was playing him this unexpectedly good turn, he was conscious of a growing nervousness. Who could he have been, this man? Whence could he have derived this great sum? One person at least must know that he had been robbed the man who murdered him must know it. A cold shiver passed through Laverick's veins at the thought.
At any rate, there was nothing threatening about the appearance of this visitor nor anything official. "I have taken the liberty of coming, sir," the man announced, "to ask you if you can tell me where I can find Mr. Arthur Morrison." Laverick's face showed no sign of his relief. What he felt he succeeded in keeping to himself. "You mean Morrison my partner, I suppose?" he answered.
Laverick, who was sitting with his coat off, smoking a well-earned cigarette, looked up and nodded to his visitor as the door was closed. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he remarked. "We're having a bit of a rush." The man laid down his hat and came up to Laverick's side.
"What do you know about this?" he muttered. "Never mind," she answered. "I know and I guess quite enough to convince me and I think anybody else that you are the guilty man. I would have helped you and shielded you, whatever it cost me, but I will not do so at Stephen Laverick's expense." "What is Laverick to you?" he growled. "He is nothing to me," she replied, "but the best of friends.
Laverick's solicitor first put Shepherd in the box, who gave his account of Morrison's visit to the restaurant, spoke of his hurried exit, and identified the knife which he had seen him snatch up. Cross-examined as to why he had kept silent, he explained that Mr. Morrison had been a good customer and he saw no reason why he should give unsolicited evidence which would cost a man his life.
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