"And how, may I ask? From what Strangwise told me himself, the thing has utterly vanished. And he doesn't seem to have any clue as to who has taken it!""Perhaps not," replied Bellward, who appeared to have a high opinion of Strangwise, "but, like all Germans, our friend is thorough. If he does not see the direct road, he proceeds by a process of elimination until he bits upon it. He did not expect to find the jewel in Nur-el-Din's room; he told me as much himself, but he searched because he is thorough in everything. Do you know why he really went back to the Dyke Inn?""Why?" asked Mrs. Malplaquet.
"To secure our young friend here," answered Bellward with a glance at Barbara.
Mrs. Malplaquet made a little grimace to bid him to be prudent in what he said before the girl.
"Bah!" the man laughed, "you understand nothing of what we are saying, do you?" he said, addressing Barbara.
The girl moved uneasily.
"I understand nothing of what you are saying," she replied in a strained voice.
"This girl was the last person to have the jewel before Strangwise," Bellward said, continuing his conversation with Mrs.
Malplaquet, and she is employed at the Headquarters of the Secret Service. Strangwise was satisfied that nobody connected him with the theft of the silver box which Nur-el-Din gave to this girl until our young lady here appeared at the Dyke Inn yesterday afternoon. Nur-el-Din played his game for him by detaining the girl. Strangwise believes--and I must say I agree with him--that probably two persons know where the Star of Poland is. One is this girl...""The other being the late Mr. Bellward?" queried Mrs. Malplaquet.
"Precisely. The late Mr. Bellward or Major Desmond Okewood!" said Bellward. "Between him and this girl here I think we ought to be able to recover Strangwise's lost property for him!""But you haven't got Okewood yet!" observed the lady in a mocking voice.
The man looked evilly at her, his heavy, fat chin set square.
"But we shall get him, never fear. With a little bird-lime as attractive as this--"He broke off and jerked his head in the direction of Barbara.
"... I shall do the rest!" he added.
"Ah!"
Mrs. Malplaquet drew a deep sigh of admiration.
"That's a clever idea. He is so ruse, this Strangwise. You are quite right, Bellward, he never admits himself beaten. And he never is! But tell me," she added, "what about Nur-el-Din?
They'll nab her, eh?"
"Unless our British friends are even more inefficient than Ibelieve them to be, they most certainly will," he replied.
"And then?"
Bellward shrugged his shoulders and spread wide his hands.
"A little morning ceremony at the Tower," he answered, "unless these idiotic English are too sentimental to execute a woman..."The car was running down the long slope to Paddington Station. It drew up at the entrance to the booking office, and Strangwise, springing from the driver's seat, flung open the door.
"Come on!" he cried, "we must look sharp or we'll miss our train!"He dragged a couple of bags off the roof and led the way into the station. In the booking-hall he inquired of a porter what time the express left for Bath, then went to the ticket office and took four first-class tickets to that place. Meanwhile, the car remained standing empty in the carriageway.
Strangwise led his little party up some stairs and across a long bridge, down some stairs and up some stairs again, emerging, finally, at the Bakerloo Tube Station. There he despatched Bellward to fetch a taxi.
Taxis are rare in the early hours of the morning in war-time and Bellward was gone fully twenty minutes. Strangwise fidgeted continually, drawing out his watch repeatedly and casting many anxious glances this way and that.
His nervous demeanor began to affect Mrs. Malplaquet, who had linked her arm affectionately in Barbara's. The girl remained absolutely apathetic. Indeed, she seemed almost as one in a trance.
"Aren't we going to Bath?" at length demanded Mrs. Malplaquet of Strangwise.
"Don't ask questions!" snapped the latter.
"But the car?" asked the lady.
"Hold your tongue!" commanded the officer; and Mrs. Malplaquet obeyed.
Then Mr. Bellward returned with the news that he had at last got a taxi. Strangwise turned to Bellward.
"Can Minna and the girl go to Campden Hill alone?" he asked. "Or will the girl try and break away, do you think?"Bellward held up his hand to enjoin silence.
"You will go along with Mrs. Malplaquet," he said to Barbara in his low purring voice, "you will stay with her until I come. You understand?""I will go with Mrs. Malplaquet!" the girl replied in the same dull tone as before.
"Upon my word," exclaimed Mrs. Malplaquet, you might have told me that we were going to my own place..."But Strangwise shut her up.
"Bellward and I will come on by tube... it is safer," he said, "hurry, hurry! We must all be under cover by eight o'clock... we have no time to lose!"