"Are we not great fools, Sutherland, to set out on such a chase, with the dream of a sick girl for our only guide?""I am sure you don't think so, else you would not have gone.""I think we can afford the small risk to our reputation involved in the chase of this same wild-goose. There is enough of strange testimony about things of the sort to justify us in attending to the hint. Besides, if we neglected it, it would be mortifying to find out some day, perhaps a hundred years after this, that it was a true hint. It is altogether different from giving ourselves up to the pursuit of such things.--But this ought to be the house," he added, going up to one that had a rather more respectable look than the rest.
He knocked at the door. An elderly woman half opened it and looked at them suspiciously.
"Will you take my card to the foreign gentleman who is lodging with you, and say I am happy to wait upon him?" said Falconer.
She glanced at him again, and turned inwards, hesitating whether to leave the door half-open or not. Falconer stood so close to it, however, that she was afraid to shut it in his face.
"Now, Sutherland, follow me," whispered Falconer, as soon as the woman had disappeared on the stair.
Hugh followed behind the moving tower of his friend, who strode with long, noiseless strides till he reached the stair. That he took three steps at a time. They went up two flights, and reached the top just as the woman was laying her hand on the lock of the back-room door. She turned and faced them.
"Speak one word," said Falconer, in a hissing whisper, "and--"He completed the sentence by an awfully threatening gesture. She drew back in terror, and yielded her place at the door.
"Come in," bawled some one, in second answer to the knock she had already given.
"It is he!" said Hugh, trembling with excitement.
"Hush!" said Falconer, and went in.
Hugh followed. He know the back of the count at once. He was seated at a table, apparently writing; but, going nearer, they saw that he was drawing. A single closer glance showed them the portrait of Euphra growing under his hand. In order to intensify his will and concentrate it upon her, he was drawing her portrait from memory. But at the moment they caught sight of it, the wretch, aware of a hostile presence, sprang to his feet, and reached the chimney-piece at one bound, whence he caught up a sword.
"Take care, Falconer," cried Hugh; "that weapon is poisoned. He is no every-day villain you have to deal with."He remembered the cat.
Funkelstein made a sudden lunge at Hugh, his face pale with hatred and anger. But a blow from Falconer's huge fist, travelling faster than the point of his weapon, stretched him on the floor. Such was Falconer's impetus, that it hurled both him and the table across the fallen villain. Falconer was up in a moment. Not so Funkelstein.
There was plenty of time for Hugh to secure the rapier, and for Falconer to secure its owner, before he came to himself.
"Where's my ring?" said Hugh, the moment he opened his eyes.
"Gentlemen, I protest," began Funkelstein, in a voice upon which the cord that bound his wrists had an evident influence.
"No chaff!" said Falconer. "We've got all our feathers. Hand over the two rings, or be the security for them yourself.""What witness have you against me?"
"The best of witnesses--Miss Cameron."
"And me," added Hugh.
"Gentlemen, I am very sorry. I yielded to temptation. I meant to restore the diamond after the joke had been played out, but I was forced to part with it.""The joke is played out, you see," said Falconer. "So you had better produce the other bauble you stole at the same time.""I have not got it."
"Come, come, that's too much. Nobody would give you more than five shillings for it. And you knew what it was worth when you took it.
Sutherland, you stand over him while I search the room. This portrait may as well be put out of the way first."As he spoke, Falconer tore the portrait and threw it into the fire.
He then turned to a cupboard in the room. Whether it was that Funkelstein feared further revelations, I do not know, but he quailed.
"I have not got it," he repeated, however.
"You lie," answered Falconer.
"I would give it you if I could."
"You shall."
The Bohemian looked contemptible enough now, despite the handsomeness of his features. It needed *******, and the absence of any urgency, to enable him to personate a gentleman. Given those conditions, he succeeded. But as soon as he was disturbed, the gloss vanished, and the true nature came out, that of a ruffian and a sneak. He quite quivered at the look with which Falconer turned again to the cupboard.
"Stop," he cried; "here it is."
And muttering what sounded like curses, he pulled out of his bosom the ring, suspended from his neck "Sutherland," said Falconer, taking the ring, "secure that rapier, and be careful with it. We will have its point tested.
Meantime,"--here he turned again to his prisoner--"I give you warning that the moment I leave this house, I go to Scotland Yard.--Do you know the place? I there recommend the police to look after you, and they will mind what I say. If you leave London, a message will be sent, wherever you go, that you had better be watched. My advice to you is, to stay where you are as long as you can. I shall meet you again."They left him on the floor, to the care of his landlady, whom they found outside the room, speechless with terror.
As soon as they were in the square, on which the moon was now shining, as it had shone in Euphra's dream the night before, Falconer gave the ring to Hugh.
"Take it to a jeweller's, Sutherland, and get it cleaned, before you give it to Miss Cameron.""I will," answered Hugh, and added, "I don't know how to thank you.""Then don't," said Falconer, with a smile.
When they reached the end of the street, he turned, and bade Hugh good night.
"Take care of that cowardly thing. It may be as you say."Hugh turned towards home. Falconer dived into a court, and was out of sight in a moment.
