"The old gentleman came in," said Fisher, "and I saw him up to the room.I heard him coming out and I went up and spoke to him while he was having a chat with Mr.Kara at the open door.""Did you hear Mr.Kara speak?"
"I fancy I did, sir," said Fisher; "anyway the old gentleman was quite pleased with himself.""Why do you say 'old gentleman'!" asked T.X.; "he was not an old man.""Not exactly, sir," said Fisher, "but he had a sort of fussy irritable way that old gentlemen sometimes have and I somehow got it fixed in my mind that he was old.As a matter of fact, he was about forty-five, he may have been fifty.""You have told me all this before.Was there anything peculiar about him!"Fisher hesitated.
"Nothing, sir, except the fact that one of his arms was a game one.""Meaning that it was - "
"Meaning that it was an artificial one, sir, so far as I can make out.""Was it his right or his left arm that was game!" interrupted T.
X.
"His left arm, sir."
"You're sure?"
"I'd swear to it, sir."
"Very well, go on."
"He came downstairs and went out and I never saw him again.When you came and the murder was discovered and knowing as I did that Ihad my own scheme on and that one of your splits might pinch me, Igot a bit rattled.I went downstairs to the hall and the first thing I saw lying on the table was a letter.It was addressed to me."He paused and T.X.nodded.
"Go on," he said again.
"I couldn't understand how it came to be there, but as I'd been in the kitchen most of the evening except when I was seeing my pal outside to tell him the job was off for that night, it might have been there before you came.I opened the letter.There were only a few words on it and I can tell you those few words made my heart jump up into my mouth, and made me go cold all over.""What were they!" asked T.X.
"I shall not forget them, sir.They're sort of permanently fixed in my brain," said the man earnestly; "the note started with just the figures 'A.C.274.' ""What was that!" asked T.X.
"My convict number when I was in Dartmoor Prison, sir.""What did the note say?"
"'Get out of here quick' - I don't know who had put it there, but I'd evidently been spotted and I was taking no chances.That's the whole story from beginning to end.I accidentally happened to meet the young lady, Miss Holland - Miss Bartholomew as she is -and followed her to her house in Portman Place.That was the night you were there."T.X.found himself to his intense annoyance going very red.
"And you know no more?" he asked.
"No more, sir - and if I may be struck dead - ""Keep all that sabbath talk for the chaplain," commended T.X., and they took away Mr.Fisher, not an especially dissatisfied man.
That night T.X.interviewed his prisoner at Cannon Row police station and made a few more enquiries.
"There is one thing I would like to ask you," said the girl when he met her next morning in Green Park.
"If you were going to ask whether I made enquiries as to where your habitation was," he warned her, "I beg of you to refrain."She was looking very beautiful that morning, he thought.The keen air had brought a colour to her face and lent a spring to her gait, and, as she strode along by his side with the free and careless swing of youth, she was an epitome of the life which even now was budding on every tree in the park.
"Your father is back in town, by the way," he said, "and he is most anxious to see you."She made a little grimace.
"I hope you haven't been round talking to father about me.""Of course I have," he said helplessly; "I have also had all the reporters up from Fleet Street and given them a full description of your escapades."She looked round at him with laughter in her eyes.
