MR. J. G. REEDER SERIES: 5 Mystery Novels & 4 Detective Stories. Edgar Wallace

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      “Reeder, eh?” said the thoughtful detective. “They used to have an office man named Golden once, an old fellow that thought he could catch slushers by sitting in an office and thinking hard. Reeder isn’t much better by all accounts. I saw him once, a soft fellow on the edge of senile decay!”

      Craig sighed deeply, looked up and down the happy board with a bleak and grudging glance, and then: “Just for a little heart-to-heart talk, I know where you could get an easy ‘monkey,’ Johnny,” he said softly.

      Johnny did not smile.

      “It would have to be a monkey on a stick, Craig—”

      “We’re both men of the world,” interrupted the detective imploringly.

      “Yes,” said Johnny Gray, “but not the same world, Craig.”

      One last despairing effort the detective made, though he knew that, in angling for a squeak, he might as well have tried Peter himself.

      “The Bank of England will pay a thousand pounds for the information I want.”

      “And who can afford it better?” said Johnny heartily. “Now, shut up, Craig; somebody’s going to make a speech.”

      It was a mild and beatific oration delivered by the officiating clergyman. When it came to its machine-made peroration Craig, who was intensely interested in the sonorous platitudes, looked round and saw that his companion had gone from his side – later he saw him leaning over Peter’s chair, and Peter was nodding vigorously. Then Johnny passed through the door.

      Somebody else was watching him. The bridegroom, twiddling the stem of his wineglass between his fingers, saw him go, and was more than ordinarily interested. He was sufficiently curious, at any rate, to catch the eye of the pretty maid and look significantly at the door. At that signal Lila followed Johnny Gray. He was not in the hall, and she went out into the road, but here saw no sign of the man she sought. There was, however, somebody else, and she obeyed his call to her.

      “Tell Jeff I want him before he starts on that honeymoon of his,” snarled Emanuel Legge, glaring at her through the glasses. “He’s been talking to that girl – I saw her face. What did he say?”

      “How do I know?” she snapped back. “You and your Jeff! I wish to the Lord I’d never come into this job. What’s the graft, anyway? That flash crook knows all about it, Legge.”

      “Wh – Johnny Gray? Is he here? He did come, then?”

      She nodded.

      “What do you mean – ‘he knows’?”

      “He knows Jeff – recognised him first pop,” said the girl inelegantly, and Emanuel Legge whistled.

      “Have you told Jeff that he has been recognised?”

      The harsh features of Emanuel Legge were drawn and tense.

      “What is the use of asking me? I haven’t had a word with him. He’s so taken up with this girl—”

      “Forget it,” said Legge with a gesture. “Tell me what this Johnny Gray says.”

      “I’ll tell you one thing that amused me,” said the girl grimly. “He said he’d throttle me if I squeaked! And he’s got a fascinating pair of hands. I shouldn’t like to play rough with that fellow – there’s no use in tut-tutting me, Emanuel. I’ve told you all he said. He knows Jeff; he must have seen him before he went ‘over the Alps’.”

      The old man was thinking, his brow furrowed, his lips pursed.

      “It’s pretty bad if he guesses, because he’s sweet on the girl, and there’s going to be trouble. Get Jeff out quick!”

      “If you stay here, Peter will see you,” she warned him. “Go down the lane and turn into the private path. I’ll send Jeff to you in the lower garden.” Nodding, he hurried away. It took her some time to find an opportunity, but presently she signalled the man with her eyes, and he followed her to the lawn.

      “The old man’s waiting down in the lower garden,” she said in a low voice. “Hurry.”

      “What is wrong?” he asked quickly, sensing trouble.

      “He’ll tell you.”

      With a glance round Jeff hurried on to the terrace just as his father reached the rendezvous.

      “Jeff, Gray knows.”

      The man drew a quick breath. “Me?” he said incredulously. “He didn’t so much as bat a lid when I met him.”

      Emanuel nodded.

      “That fellow’s hell cool – the most dangerous crook in the world. I was in the Awful Place with him, and I know his reputation. There’s nothing he’s afraid of. If he tells Peter… shoot first! Peter won’t be carrying a gun, but he’s sure to have one within travelling distance – and Peter is a quick mover. I’ll cover you; I’ve got two boys handy that ‘mind’ me, and Johnny… well, he’ll get what’s coming.”

      “What am I to do?”

      Jeff Legge was biting his nails thoughtfully.

      “Get the girl away – you’re due to leave by car, ain’t you? Get her to the Charlton Hotel. You’re supposed to stay there a week – make it a day. Clear to Switzerland tomorrow and stop her writing. I’ll fix Peter. He’ll pay.”

      “For what?”

      “To get his girl back; forty thousand – maybe more.”

      Jeff Legge whistled.

      “I didn’t see that side of the graft before. It’s a new variety of ‘black’.”

      “It’s what I choose to call it!” hissed his father. “You’re in fifty-fifty. You can have the lot so far as I care. You make that girl eat dirt, d’ye hear? Put her right down to earth, Jeff… Peter will pay.”

      “I promised Lila..,” began the other, hesitant.

      “Promise your Aunt Rebecca Jane!” Emanuel almost screamed. “Lila! That trash, and you the big man, too – what are ye running? A girls’ refuge society? Get!”

      “What about Gray?”

      “I’ll fix Gray!”

Chapter VII

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      The old man made his way back to the road and passed quickly along until he came to the main highway. Two men were seated in the shade of a bush, eating bread and cheese. They came quickly enough when he whistled them, tall, broad-shouldered men whose heavy jowls had not felt a lather-brush for days.

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