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Selwood repaired to the polite manager again next day and found no difficulty in getting whatever information the hotel staff represented by a manageress, a general man-servant, and a maid or two could give. It was meagre, and not too exact in particulars. Mr. Dimambro, who had never been there before, had stopped two days. He had occupied Room 5 the gentleman could see it if he wished. Mr.
Held! by the strong, never-relaxing clutch of the law. That "Buck up!" whispered Selwood, in the blunt language of irreverent, yet good-natured, youth. "He's coming!" Peggie looked up to see Barthorpe staring at her through the iron bars. He was not over good to look at.
True, Barthorpe had only once seen him, that he knew of that morning at the estate office, when he, Triffitt, had asked Selwood for information but then, some men have sharp memories for faces, and Barthorpe might recognize him and wonder what an Argus man was doing there in Calengrove Mansions.
"I have Mr. Burchill's address," said Peggie, with an effort. "He left his card here on the day of my uncle's death the address is on it. And I put it in this drawer." Selwood watched Peggie curiously, and with a strange, vague sense of uneasiness as she went over to a drawer in Jacob Herapath's desk and produced the card.
He seldom presented himself at Herapath's table, he was rarely seen about the house; Selwood remembered seeing him occasionally in Herapath's study or in Peggie Wynne's drawing-room. He had learnt sufficient to know that Mr. Tertius had rooms of his own in the house; two rooms in some upper region; one room on the ground-floor.
"Can't you think of any small thing was there nothing that would give I don't know how to put it." "Anything that you can think of that would give a clue?" suggested Selwood. "Was there nothing you noticed was there anything " Barthorpe appeared to be thinking; then to be hesitating finally, he looked at Selwood a little shamefacedly.
All day long volunteers came to the camp; by night Alfred had an army in open field, in place of the guerilla band with which, two days before, he had lurked in the green aisles of Selwood forest, like a Robin Hood of an earlier day, making the verdant depths of the greenwood dales his home.
He became thoughtful and abstracted, and remained so during the journey down to Kensington. Peggie, too, said nothing as they sped along; as for Selwood, he was wondering what had happened, and reflecting on this sudden stirring up of mystery. There was mystery within that car in the person of Mr. Tertius.
He will tell you what he would tell no one else," said the Professor. "You're the person. Am I not right, Tertius?" "I think you are right," assented Mr. Tertius. "Yes, I think so." "But he's in prison!" said Peggie. "Will they let me?" "Oh, that's all right," answered the Professor. "Halfpenny will arrange that like winking. You must go at once and Selwood there will go with you.
Inspector, will you see to this arrangement we spoke of, and also tell the caretaker that we shall want him presently? Now I will go to my cousin." He strode off, still alert, composed, almost bustling in his demeanour, to the waiting-room in which they had left Peggie a moment later, Selwood, following him down the corridor, saw him enter and close the door.
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