CHAPTER XIII
AN INTERESTING DOCUMENT
Marton did not wish the identity of Pratt to be concealed. On thecontrary, he gave it as wide a publicity as possible, hoping that itmight lead to the man's capture. Everyone from Portfront to Colesterknew the would-be country gentleman, so it was not unlikely that hemight be caught. Considering that only a night had elapsed, it wasimpossible that he could have got far away, especially in a fog. And ifPratt escaped there was always the off-chance that Adam might be laid bythe heels.
An examination next morning showed Marton that the two bicycles weremissing, so he judged that both men had gone off together. It wasimprobable in Marton's opinion that they had gone to Portfront, as theycould not possibly leave before the steamer at seven o'clock, and thepolice could be communicated with by telegraph before they could getclear of the place. At half-past six Marton routed a telegraph operatorout of his bed, and set him to work. He wired to the inspector atPortfront to arrest Pratt and his man forthwith, or, at all events, todetain them until the London police could be communicated with and awarrant for Pratt's manifold iniquities procured.
But, to Marton's surprise, no answer was returned from Inspector German.Yet the inspector knew Pratt well, and, if the man set foot inPortfront, could easily seize him. Later on, somewhere about nineo'clock, the reason that no answer had arrived became apparent. Amessenger came from Portfront to say that the telegraph wire betweenthat place and Portfront had been cut midway. There was only one line,so all communication had been broken off. The steamer had started, and,without doubt, the two men were on board. At once Marton started off toPortfront on the curate's bicycle. On his arrival he went to see German.
The inspector was much astonished when he heard the story. He had notreceived the wire, and therefore had done nothing. In Marton's companyhe hurried to the office of the steamer.
"You see the kind of man we have to deal with, German," said Marton,much vexed. "It was a clever dodge to cut the wire, and yet he gavehimself away. I did not think he would go to Portfront, but the cuttingof the wire proves he did. We'll wire to Worthing, and stop him there."
An inquiry at the steamer office resulted in nothing. It seemed that MrPratt had a season ticket, and therefore had not purchased one. Nor hadAdam, so it might be that he was still in the town. The loafers on thepier said they had not seen Pratt go aboard.
"Humph!" said Marton, "he sneaked on in some disguise."
"Is he clever at disguising himself?" asked German.
"I should think so. His own mother would not know him. Still, he had notime to make-up before he left Colester, so he may not be so carefullydisguised. I daresay we can catch him at Worthing."
A wire was sent to Worthing forthwith, and another to Scotland Yard,requesting that someone might be sent down to take charge of Pratt'shouse, and to identify the goods he had in it. There was a list of thehouses Pratt had broken into, and a list of the stolen goods also, so itwould be easy to have this brought down and compared with the contentsof The Nun's House. Having thus done all that he could under thecircumstances, Marton returned to Colester, where he found the curateand Leo waiting for him. The latter had now taken up his quarters at theinn. But he kept within doors, as now that the identity of Pratt wasknown, Leo was credited with having been his confederate.
There was tremendous excitement in Colester over the discovery that thevillage had entertained unawares a well-known London thief. Many of thevillagers flattered themselves on the stern and non-committal attitudethey had adopted towards the too fascinating stranger. Mr Pratt hadnever been very popular, but now he was spoken ill of on every hand. Thewhole village would have been delighted to have seen him in the power ofthe law.
But Pratt was too clever for them all. The wire to Worthing produced noresult. Neither Pratt nor Adam were on board. It then appeared that thesteamer had put in at Bognor. Marton had omitted to advise the policethere of the fugitives, so it was presumed that they had got off withthe rest of the passengers. The captain did not know Adam by sight, andPratt had evidently disguised himself well. At all events, in the crowdthe two had passed unnoticed. Although the London stations were watched,no sight could be caught of them.
"A clever man Pratt!" said Marton, when informed of his ill success. "Iam perfectly certain of the way in which he went about the matter. Heand his servant got off at Bognor, and alighted at some station justoutside the metropolis. They got to their own haunts by some back way."
"Do you know of their haunts?" asked Leo, who was keenly interested inthe matter, and could not help feeling relieved that Pratt had escaped.
"Oh! they change them every now and then. Besides, Adam will keep out ofsight, and Pratt will so disguise himself that there will be norecognising him. He's got clean away this time. And I believe, MrHaverleigh," added Marton, with a laugh, "that you are rather pleased!"
"Well," said Leo, with some hesitation, "in spite of all you say, Ican't bring myself to believe that Pratt is a bad sort of chap. He wasvery kind to me."
"He is kind to most people. He poses as a kind of modern Robin Hood, whorobs the rich to give to the poor. I have known him to do many kindactions. But he is a scamp for all that, and if I could lay my hands onhim I'd get him!"
Mrs Gabriel was much annoyed to find that Pratt was so notorious acharacter. She determined to clear herself of complicity in his sordidcrimes, although no one ever suspected that she had any knowledge of theman's true character. She sent for Marton, and had a long talk with himabout Pratt; incidentally a reference was made to Leo.
"I have asked you to see me, Mr Marton," she said, "because it was I whointroduced Mr Pratt to Colester. I have known him ten years, and healways appeared to me to be a most respectable American."
"He is not an American at all," said Marton. "But he could assume anynationality that suited him for the moment. He is a brilliantly-cleverman, Mrs Gabriel, and I do not wonder he took you in."
"He got no money out of me, at all events," said the lady, grimly.
"Ah! Then you escaped easily. The wonder is he did not try and marryyou! A rich widow is exactly the kind of victim he would like."
"I am not the sort of woman to be anyone's victim, Mr Marton."
Marton, looking at her stern, strong face, quite agreed, but he was toopolite to give vent to his feelings. He merely inquired how Mrs Gabrielhad become acquainted with this Prince of Swindlers. She had nohesitation in giving him full details.
"I met him at a Swiss hotel many years ago," she said. "He was thencalled Pratt, and he posed as a rich American. I met with an accidentwhile out walking on the hill above Montreux, and lay out tillnightfall. Mr Pratt rescued me from this very unpleasant position, andtook me back to the hotel. A friendship sprang up between us, and whenhe returned to England he called on me. As he was always the same forten years, and I saw much of him, I never suspected that he was otherthan he represented himself to be. Besides, Mr Marton, you must admit heis a most fascinating man."
"Much too fascinating, Mrs Gabriel, as many have found to their cost."
Mrs Gabriel reflected a moment. "Do you think he will be put in prison?"
"Certainly, if we catch him," replied Marton, quietly; "he is a mandangerous to society. All his life he has been a rogue and a criminal.All his money comes to him in the wrong way. That house below--I believeyou let it to him, Mrs Gabriel--is filled with the proceeds of hisrobberies. He bought the furniture, but the objects of art--even thepictures--have all been stolen. In a few days I shall have some peopledown from Scotland Yard to identify the things and restore them to theirowners. But as to Mr Pratt, I fear he has escaped out of the clutches ofthe law--as usual."
"I cannot say I regret it," said Mrs Gabriel, boldly. "Bad as he is,there are worse people in the world, Mr Marton. But tell me, sir. Youare investigating this robbery. My adopted son, Mr Haverleigh issuspected."
"He is perfectly innocent, Mrs Gabriel. The money he was said to haveobtained from the sale of the cup was give
n to him by Sir Frank Hale."
"Sir Frank denies it."
"So Mr Haverleigh says. But I'll see Sir Frank myself, and see what Ican make of him. I would rather believe Mr Haverleigh than anyone else.He has an absolutely open nature."
"He is a fool, if that is what you mean."
"Pardon me, I do not think so! A man can be straightforward andhonourable, as Mr Haverleigh is, without being a fool. As yet I have notinvestigated this case, as my attention has been taken up with Pratt.But in a day or so I hope to go to work and then I am prepared to saythat the crime will not be brought home to your nephew."
"Have you any suspicions?"
"Not yet. I have not searched out the evidence sufficiently."
"Mrs Jeal saw my nephew pawn the cup."
"Ah! That is a mystery which I must fathom, Mrs Gabriel. A personresembling Mr Haverleigh pawned the cup, but I am sure it was not yournephew. There is a conspiracy against him, on whose part I am notprepared to say yet. But I shall find it out, clear his character, andpunish those who have been concerned in it. And now, Mrs Gabriel, I mustbid you good-day, as my time is fully occupied. Let me, however, informyou that there is no need to excuse your association with Mr Pratt. Iquite understand how he wriggled himself into your acquaintance, andyou are in no way to blame. Once more, good-day!"
Marton bowed himself out. But he had seen enough of Mrs Gabriel to notethe strong hatred she bore towards Leo, and he wondered what could bethe reason. Also, he saw that for a moment she had flinched at themention of conspiracy, which set him on the alert as to whether herdetestation of her nephew had carried her so far as to plot against hisgood name.
"If there is anything the matter, Hale is the man to know," murmured thedetective; "he lent the money, and now declines to acknowledge the loan.I believe there is something bad at the back of all this. PoorHaverleigh seems to be the most harmless of men, yet he is being ruinedin some underhand way. Well, I'll settle Pratt's matter, and then clearhis name."
But before Marton could do this, Providence took the task out of hishand. For the next ten days he was busy consulting with those sent downfrom Scotland Yard about the numerous stolen articles found in The Nun'sHouse. The cabinet of antique coins was restored to a famous collector,who had lost them five years before. Many pictures were replaced in thegalleries of country houses, and, in one way and another, by the timeThe Nun's House was denuded of what belonged to other people, thereremained very little but the furniture. And even some choice articles offurniture were found to be the property of other people. It was reallywonderful the amount of stolen goods that Pratt had collected. He musthave thieved for years to have got together such a collection.
"But he will start no more burrows," said Marton, when all was at anend. "He never expected that I should find him here, and thereforecollected all his treasures. His life is not long enough to enable himto bring together such a collection of things again. Besides, he has notthe same wide field for his knaveries. The police are one too many forhim now."
Marton said this to the vicar, who was deeply shocked to hear of thewickedness of the man from whom he had accepted the cup. "Do you thinkthat sacred vessel was stolen also, Mr Marton?" asked the good man.
"I am perfectly sure of it," replied the detective, promptly; "but wehave not got the cup down on our list, and no one has come forward toclaim it."
"It has not been advertised, Mr Marton."
"Pardon me, sir, it has been advertised, and by someone in this place. Isaw this notice in the _Daily Telegraph_, also in the _Times_. Can youtell me who 'S.T.' is, Mr Tempest?"
The vicar took the newspaper handed to him and looked at it in abewildered manner. He read the notice carefully, but it never struck himthat the initials were those of his own daughter. "I really do not knowwho can have inserted this, Mr Marton," he said. "It seems to becarefully worded, too, and a reward of fifty pounds has been offered.Dear me!"
"I have a rival who is investigating the case," said Marton, with asmile. "Is the description accurate, vicar?"
"Perfectly; even the inscription. If you will permit me to take thisaway, Mr Marton, I will see if I can discover who has put it in. I amannoyed that the thing should have been taken out of your hands. But, MrMarton, before I leave you, let me state to you my conviction that myyoung friend Leo Haverleigh did not steal the cup."
"Ah, indeed, Mr Tempest," said Marton, eyeing the old man keenly. "Andwhat has led you to such a happy conclusion?"
"I have no grounds for it save my inward conviction."
"There is the story of Mrs Jeal, you know."
Mr Tempest looked troubled. "Most remarkable story," he said. "But wehave heard of many cases of accidental resemblances, Mr Marton. I fear Ihave been unjust to Leo, and I wish to withdraw any charge I may havemade against him. I heard his defence, and saw his face while he wasmaking it. Unless the face is not the index of the mind, I cannot bringmyself to believe that he lied. No, Mr Marton, I cannot give you myreasons, but I am convinced that I misjudged Leo."
"Were you prejudiced against him by Mrs Gabriel?" asked Marton, for Leohad told him his suspicions on this point.
Mr Tempest hesitated. "I admit that I was," he said at length. "She saidsomething to me which I am not at liberty to repeat."
"Does it make Mr Haverleigh out a villain?"
"By no means," said the vicar, hastily. "What she told me is sad, butnot wicked. More his misfortune than his fault. I can say no more. I cankeep this paper, Mr Marton? Thank you, sir. Good-day, good-day!" and thevicar walked away, leaving Marton pondering.
It was three days after this, and when Marton was about to begin hisinvestigation of the case, that he received a letter from London. He wasmore surprised than he chose to say when he found that it came from MrPratt. That gentleman gave no address--he had posted the letter at theGeneral Post-office, so that even the district where he was hiddenshould not be traced. The letter--as Marton said afterwards--was one ofconsummate impudence, and it took him all his time to read it withpatience. As a human document it possessed a certain value. The letterran as follows, and Marton swore as he read:--
"DEAR MARTON,--So you have let me slip through your fingers again. Is it not about time that you stopped setting your wits against mine? Several times you have tried; but always you have been beaten. Really, you must take lessons in the art of thief-catching, if you want to deserve the reputation you possess.
"I am bound to say that but for the fog I should have been caught. But, thanks to its friendly shelter, I ran back to my house, while you were blundering about like a lost sheep, and warned Adam. I knew you would have to get Raston to show you the way, and would be some time. Still, I knew your infernal pertinacity, and made myself as scarce as possible in a very short space of time. I should like to have seen your face when you came to my house and found your prey had escaped.
"I packed up my jewels, which I always keep prepared for such an emergency as this, and, dressing myself warmly, I mounted my bicycle. Adam, who had likewise made his preparations, mounted another, and we both went down the main road. In spite of the mist there was no difficulty. The highway runs in a straight line to Portfront, and there was no vehicle abroad to make our travelling dangerous. We did not hurry, but took our time, as I did not wish to get to Portfront before the steamer went. As a matter of fact we did, but hung about the outskirts of the town until it was time to be aboard. Of course I do not need to tell you how I stopped you from communicating with the Portfront police. I suggested the idea, and Adam climbed the pole to cut the telegraph wire.
"We had a very pleasant trip as far as Bognor, where we got on the train, and stopped at some station, the name of which I need not tell you. We are now in London in very comfortable circumstances. If you are clever enough to find me--which I don't think you are--I promise to give myself up as soon as you appear. But there is no chance of my seeing you. Better remain in Colester, my dear Marton, and turn farmer. It is all you are fit f
or. Upon my honour it is.
"One thing I should like to know. How the devil did you manage to find out my retreat? I never thought you had it in you. I went to see Raston on some business likely to enhance my popularity in the parish, and I dropped across you! For the first time in my life I was taken aback. Was it design or accident that I found you there? I do not wish to compliment you undeservedly.
"Well, you have driven me away, and I must find a new place in which to pass my old age. It is too bad of you, Marton! On my soul, too bad! I was getting so popular in Colester. Now, I suppose, everyone of the honest men are swearing at me. Yet I never robbed them.
"One other thing. If you came down to investigate that robbery of the cup I presented to the church, you can spare yourself the trouble. I stole it myself. It went to my heart to lose so valuable an object, and I was sorry when I had given it. I could not ask for it back, so I resolved to steal it. I went to the church, and, as I am a small man, I climbed in through the lepers' window. I got the cup, climbed out again, and went back to my house. Then I was afraid lest the cup would be seen by chance, and all my popularity would go. I therefore resolved to pawn it. That is a way I have kept safe many a piece of jewellery. I could not go myself, but I sent Adam. He is rather like Leo Haverleigh, and so that fool of a Mrs Jeal made the mistake. You need not look for the cup in Battersea now, as I have redeemed it. I took the ticket from Adam, and went myself. It is now in my possession, again, and I do not intend to part with it any more. You know how fond I am of beautiful things, dear Marton.
"Well, I daresay you guessed that I stole the cup. Here is my confession, and you can tell all those fools at Colester, including the vicar, that Leo Haverleigh is perfectly innocent. He has not enough brains to steal anything. I only took back my own, and I am proud of it, as I have bamboozled the lot of you--clever Mr Marton included!
"Leo got the money with which he paid his debts from Sir Frank Hale. You can ask him--Hale, I mean. If he denies it, I leave him to you, as you are clever enough to get the truth out of him. He wants to marry Sybil Tempest, and desires Leo to marry his sister Edith. All this was a plot to get Leo into his power, and force him to do what was wanted. I hope you will punish the young man Hale. He is a cripple, and has all the spite of one. I should have punished him myself, but you have deprived me of that pleasure. I therefore call upon you to do your best.
"And now, my dear Marton, good-bye. Give my love to all the mourning population of Colester, and especially to Mrs Gabriel, my dear and life-long friend. I am afraid she will not get her rent. Also I had the house re-decorated at her expense. The bills will be sent in to her. Let her pay them with my blessing. I will write to Leo myself, and give him my blessing. I have much to say to him that will be of no interest to you. He is a good fellow, and I wish to see him married to Sybil. He will be some day. I can manage her fool of a father even at a distance.
"Now, I hope you will look after yourself, for my sake, Marton. So long as the Scotland Yard idiots keep you on my track, I am safe. If you died, they might perhaps pick a clever man, dangerous to me, my friend. So, with all kind regards and best wishes until we meet.--Believe me, my dear failure, yours never--in the flesh,
"RICHARD PRATT."