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СКАЧАТЬ was seen of Boris. He did not come to the flat, and Julius and the car waited in vain. Tuppence gave herself over to new meditations. Whilst admitting the truth of Julius’s objections, she had nevertheless not entirely relinquished the idea of appealing to Sir James Peel Edgerton. Indeed, she had gone so far as to look up his address in the Red Book. Had he meant to warn her that day? If so, why? Surely she was at least entitled to demand an explanation. He had looked at her so kindly. Perhaps he might tell them something concerning Mrs. Vandemeyer which might lead to a clue to Tommy’s whereabouts.

      Anyway, Tuppence decided, with her usual shake of the shoulders, it was worth trying, and try it she would. Sunday was her afternoon out. She would meet Julius, persuade him to her point of view, and they would beard the lion in his den.

      When the day arrived Julius needed a considerable amount of persuading, but Tuppence held firm. “It can do no harm,” was what she always came back to. In the end Julius gave in, and they proceeded in the car to Carlton House Terrace.

      The door was opened by an irreproachable butler. Tuppence felt a little nervous. After all, perhaps it WAS colossal cheek on her part. She had decided not to ask if Sir James was “at home,” but to adopt a more personal attitude.

      “Will you ask Sir James if I can see him for a few minutes? I have an important message for him.”

      The butler retired, returning a moment or two later.

      “Sir James will see you. Will you step this way?”

      He ushered them into a room at the back of the house, furnished as a library. The collection of books was a magnificent one, and Tuppence noticed that all one wall was devoted to works on crime and criminology. There were several deep-padded leather arm-chairs, and an old-fashioned open hearth. In the window was a big roll-top desk strewn with papers at which the master of the house was sitting.

      He rose as they entered.

      “You have a message for me? Ah”—he recognized Tuppence with a smile—“it’s you, is it? Brought a message from Mrs. Vandemeyer, I suppose?”

      “Not exactly,” said Tuppence. “In fact, I’m afraid I only said that to be quite sure of getting in. Oh, by the way, this is Mr. Hersheimmer, Sir James Peel Edgerton.”

      “Pleased to meet you,” said the American, shooting out a hand.

      “Won’t you both sit down?” asked Sir James. He drew forward two chairs.

      “Sir James,” said Tuppence, plunging boldly, “I dare say you will think it is most awful cheek of me coming here like this. Because, of course, it’s nothing whatever to do with you, and then you’re a very important person, and of course Tommy and I are very unimportant.” She paused for breath.

      “Tommy?” queried Sir James, looking across at the American.

      “No, that’s Julius,” explained Tuppence. “I’m rather nervous, and that makes me tell it badly. What I really want to know is what you meant by what you said to me the other day? Did you mean to warn me against Mrs. Vandemeyer? You did, didn’t you?”

      “My dear young lady, as far as I recollect I only mentioned that there were equally good situations to be obtained elsewhere.”

      “Yes, I know. But it was a hint, wasn’t it?”

      “Well, perhaps it was,” admitted Sir James gravely.

      “Well, I want to know more. I want to know just WHY you gave me a hint.”

      Sir James smiled at her earnestness.

      “Suppose the lady brings a libel action against me for defamation of character?”

      “Of course,” said Tuppence. “I know lawyers are always dreadfully careful. But can’t we say ‘without prejudice’ first, and then say just what we want to.”

      “Well,” said Sir James, still smiling, “without prejudice, then, if I had a young sister forced to earn her living, I should not like to see her in Mrs. Vandemeyer’s service. I felt it incumbent on me just to give you a hint. It is no place for a young and inexperienced girl. That is all I can tell you.”

      “I see,” said Tuppence thoughtfully. “Thank you very much. But I’m not REALLY inexperienced, you know. I knew perfectly that she was a bad lot when I went there—as a matter of fact that’s WHY I went——” She broke off, seeing some bewilderment on the lawyer’s face, and went on: “I think perhaps I’d better tell you the whole story, Sir James. I’ve a sort of feeling that you’d know in a minute if I didn’t tell the truth, and so you might as well know all about it from the beginning. What do you think, Julius?”

      “As you’re bent on it, I’d go right ahead with the facts,” replied the American, who had so far sat in silence.

      “Yes, tell me all about it,” said Sir James. “I want to know who Tommy is.”

      Thus encouraged Tuppence plunged into her tale, and the lawyer listened with close attention.

      “Very interesting,” he said, when she finished. “A great deal of what you tell me, child, is already known to me. I’ve had certain theories of my own about this Jane Finn. You’ve done extraordinarily well so far, but it’s rather too bad of—what do you know him as?—Mr. Carter to pitchfork you two young things into an affair of this kind. By the way, where did Mr. Hersheimmer come in originally? You didn’t make that clear?”

      Julius answered for himself.

      “I’m Jane’s first cousin,” he explained, returning the lawyer’s keen gaze.

      “Ah!”

      “Oh, Sir James,” broke out Tuppence, “what do you think has become of Tommy?”

      “H’m.” The lawyer rose, and paced slowly up and down. “When you arrived, young lady, I was just packing up my traps. Going to Scotland by the night train for a few days’ fishing. But there are different kinds of fishing. I’ve a good mind to stay, and see if we can’t get on the track of that young chap.”

      “Oh!” Tuppence clasped her hands ecstatically.

      “All the same, as I said before, it’s too bad of—of Carter to set you two babies on a job like this. Now, don’t get offended, Miss—er——”

      “Cowley. Prudence Cowley. But my friends call me Tuppence.”

      “Well, Miss Tuppence, then, as I’m certainly going to be a friend. Don’t be offended because I think you’re young. Youth is a failing only too easily outgrown. Now, about this young Tommy of yours——”

      “Yes.” Tuppence clasped her hands.

      “Frankly, things look bad for him. He’s been butting in somewhere where he wasn’t wanted. Not a doubt of it. But don’t give up hope.”

      “And you really will help us? There, Julius! He didn’t want me to come,” she added by way of explanation.

      “H’m,” said the lawyer, favouring Julius with another keen glance. “And why was that?”

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