"Mr. Dean has just gone home," the man declared, "and he is the only one who knows the combination on the 'L' safe. You see, sir," he continued, "we keep this particular safe for documents, and we did not expect that anything would be required from it to-night."Bellamy drew Laverick away.
"After all," he said, "perhaps to-morrow morning would be better.
There's no need to get shirty with these fellows. As a matter of fact, I don't think that I should have dared to receive it without ****** some special preparations. I can get some plain clothes men here upon whom I can rely, at nine o'clock."They strolled back into the hall.
"Tell me," Laverick asked, "do you know who the man was who forged my name to the order a few hours ago?"Bellamy nodded.
"It was Adolf Kahn, an Austrian spy. I have been watching him for days. If they'd given him the paper I had four men at the door, but it would have been touch and go. He is a very prince of conspirators, that fellow. To tell you the truth, I think I might as well go home."Bellamy was drawing on his gloves when the hall-porter brought a note to Laverick.
"A messenger has just left this for you, sir," he explained.
Laverick tore open the envelope. The contents consisted of a few words only, written on plain note-paper and in a handwriting which was strange to him.
"Ring up 1232 Gerrard."
Laverick frowned, turned over the half sheet of paper and looked once more at the envelope. Then he passed it on to his companion.
"What do you make of that, Bellamy?" he asked.
Bellamy smiled as he perused and returned it.
"What could any one make of it?" he remarked, laconically. "Do you know the handwriting?""Never saw it before, to my knowledge," Laverick answered. "What should you do about it?""I think," Bellamy suggested, "that I should ring up number 1232Gerrard."They crossed the hall and Laverick entered one of the telephone booths.
"1232 Gerrard," he said.
The connection was made almost at once.
"Who are you?" Laverick asked.
"I am speaking for Miss Zoe Leneven," was the reply. "Are you Mr.
Laverick?"
"I am," Laverick answered. "Is Miss Leneveu there? Can she speak to me herself?""She is not here," the voice continued. "She was fetched away in a hurry from the theatre - we understood by her brother. She left two and sixpence with the doorkeeper here to ring you up and explain that she had been summoned to her brother's rooms, 25, Jermyn Street, and would you kindly go on there.""Who are you?" Laverick demanded.
There was no reply. Laverick remained speechless, listening intently. He stood still with the receiver pressed to his ear. Was it his fancy, or was that really Zoe's protesting voice which he heard in the background? It was a woman or a child who was speaking - he was almost sure that it was Zoe.
"Who are you?" he asked fiercely. "Miss Leneveu is there with you.
Why does she not speak for herself?"
"Miss Leneveu is not here," was the answer. "I have done what she desired. You can please yourself whether you go or not. The address is 25, Jermyn Street. Ring off."The connection was gone. Laverick laid down the receiver and stepped out of the booth.
"I must be off at once," he said to Bellamy. "You'll be round in the morning?"Bellamy smiled.
"After all," he remarked, "I have changed my plans. I shall not leave the hotel. I am going to telephone round to my man to bring me some clothes. By the bye, do you mind telling me whether this message which you have just received had anything to do with the little affair in which we are interested?""Not directly," Laverick answered, after a moment's hesitation.
"The message was from a young lady. I have to go and meet her.""A young lady whom you can trust?" Bellamy inquired quietly.
"Implicitly," Laverick assured him.
"She spoke herself?"
"No, she sent a message. Excuse me, Bellamy, won't you, but Imust really go.""By all means," Bellamy answered.
They stood at the entrance to the hotel together while a taxicab was summoned. Laverick stepped quickly in.
"25, Jermyn Street," he ordered.
Bellamy watched him drive off. Then he sighed.
"I think, my friend Laverick," he said softly, "that you will need some one to look after you to-night."
