The Essential Edgar Wallace Collection. Edgar Wallace

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      "That's what it says, doesn't it?" said the triumphant Mr. Staines.

      "It's a catch," said the explosive man suspiciously.

      "Not on your life," replied the scornful Staines. "Where does the catch come in? We've done nothing he could catch us for?"

      "Let's have a look at that telegram again," said the thin man, and, having read it in a dazed way, remarked: "He'll wait for you at the office until nine. Well, Jack, nip up and fix that deal. Take the transfers with you. Close it and take his cheque. Take anything he'll give you, and get a special clearance in the morning, and, anyway, the business is straight."

      Honest John breathed heavily through his nose and staggered from the bar, and the suspicious glances of the barman were, for once, unjustified, for Mr. Staines was labouring under acute emotions.

      He found Bones sitting at his desk, a very silent, taciturn Bones, who greeted him with a nod.

      "Sit down," said Bones. "I'll take that property. Here's my cheque."

      With trembling fingers Mr. Staines prepared the transfers. It was he who scoured the office corridors to discover two agitated char-ladies who were prepared to witness his signature for a consideration.

      He folded the cheque for twenty thousand pounds reverently and put it into his pocket, and was back again at the Stamford Hotel so quickly that his companions could not believe their eyes.

      "Well, this is the rummiest go I have ever known," said the explosive man profoundly. "You don't think he expects us to call in the morning and buy it back, do you?"

      Staines shook his head.

      "I know he doesn't," he said grimly. "In fact, he as good as told me that that business of buying a property back was a fake."

      The thin man whistled.

      "The devil he did! Then what made him buy it?"

      "He's been there. He mentioned he had seen the property," said Staines. And then, as an idea occurred to them all simultaneously, they looked at one another.

      The stout Mr. Sole pulled a big watch from his pocket.

      "There's a caretaker at Stivvins', isn't there?" he said. "Let's go down and see what has happened."

      Stivvins' Wharf was difficult of approach by night. It lay off the main Woolwich Road, at the back of another block of factories, and to reach its dilapidated entrance gates involved an adventurous march through a number of miniature shell craters. Night, however, was merciful in that it hid the desolation which is called Stivvins' from the fastidious eye of man. Mr. Sole, who was not aesthetic and by no means poetical, admitted that Stivvins' gave him the hump.

      It was ten o'clock by the time they had reached the wharf, and half-past ten before their hammering on the gate aroused the attention of the night-watchman--who was also the day-watchman--who occupied what had been in former days the weigh-house, which he had converted into a weatherproof lodging.

      "Hullo!" he said huskily. "I was asleep."

      He recognized Mr. Sole, and led the way to his little bunk-house.

      "Look here, Tester," said Sole, who had appointed the man, "did a young swell come down here to-day?"

      "He did," said Mr. Tester, "and a young lady. They gave Mr. Staines's name, and asked to be showed round, and," he added, "I showed 'em round."

      "Well, what happened?" asked Staines.

      "Well," said the man, "I took 'em in the factory, in the big building, and then this young fellow asked to see the place where the metal was kept."

      "What metal?" asked three voices at one and the same time.

      "That's what I asked," said Mr. Tester, with satisfaction. "I told 'em Stivvins dealt with all kinds of metal, so the gent says: 'What about gold?'"

      "What about gold?" repeated Mr. Staines thoughtfully. "And what did you say?"

      "Well, as a matter of fact," explained Tester, "I happen to know this place, living in the neighbourhood, and I used to work here about eight years ago, so I took 'em down to the vault."

      "To the vault?" said Mr. Staines. "I didn't know there was a vault."

      "It's under the main office. You must have seen the place," said Tester. "There's a big steel door with a key in it--at least, there was a key in it, but this young fellow took it away with him."

      Staines gripped his nearest companion in sin, and demanded huskily:

      "Did they find anything in--in the vault?"

      "Blessed if I know!" said the cheerful Tester, never dreaming that he was falling very short of the faith which at that moment, and only at that moment, had been reposed in him. "They just went in. I've never been inside the place myself."

      "And you stood outside, like a--a----"

      "Blinking image!" said the explosive companion.

      "You stood outside like a blinking image, and didn't attempt to go in, and see what they were looking at?" said Mr. Staines heatedly. "How long were they there?"

      "About ten minutes."

      "And then they came out?"

      Tester nodded.

      "Did they bring anything out with them?"

      "Nothing," said Mr. Tester emphatically.

      "Did this fellow--what's his name?--look surprised or upset?" persisted the cross-examining Honest John.

      "He was a bit upset, now you come to mention it, agitated like, yes," said Tester, reviewing the circumstances in a new light. "His 'and was, so to speak, shaking."

      "Merciful Moses!" This pious ejaculation was from Mr. Staines. "He took away the key, you say. And what are you supposed to be here for?" asked Mr. Staines violently. "You allow this fellow to come and take our property away. Where is the place?"

      Tester led the way across the littered yard, explaining en route that he was fed up, and why he was fed up, and what they could do to fill the vacancy which would undoubtedly occur the next day, and where they could go to, so far as he was concerned, and so, unlocking one rusty lock after another, passed through dark and desolate offices, full of squeaks and scampers, down a short flight of stone steps to a most uncompromising steel door at which they could only gaze.

      III

      Bones was at his office early the following rooming, but he was not earlier than Mr. Staines, who literally followed him into his office and slammed down a slip of paper under his astonished and gloomy eye.

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