"I fail to see how it could be of the slightest possible interest to you," he replied."However, I have no objection to telling you.Ihailed the taxi at the corner of Sixth Avenue and Waverly Place, told the chauffeur to drive me to the St.James Club, and--""The St.James Club," broke in the other coldly, "is, I believe, north, not SOUTH of Waverly Place--and on Broadway not at all."Jimmie Dale stared at the other for an instant in patient annoyance.
"I am quite well aware of that," he said stiffly."Nevertheless Itold the man to drive me to the St.James Club.We came across Waverly Place, but on reaching Broadway, instead of turning uptown, he suddenly whirled in the other direction and sent the car flying at full speed down Lower Broadway.I shouted at the man.I don't know yet whether he was drunk or crazy or"--Jimmie Dale's eyes fixed disdainfully on the other's mask--"whether there might not, after all, have been method in his madness.I can only say that before we had gone more than two or three blocks, a wild effort on his part to avoid a collision with an auto swinging out from a side street resulted in an even more disastrous smash with another on the other side, and I was knocked senseless.""'Victim,' I presume, is the idea you desire to convey," observed the other evenly."You were quite the victim of circumstances, as it were!"Jimmie Dale's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"It would appear to be fairly obvious, I should say.""Very clever!" commented the man."But now suppose we remove the buttons from the foils!" His voice rasped suddenly."You are quite as well aware as I am that what has happened to-night was not an accident.Nor--in case the possibility may have occurred to you--are the police any the wiser, save for the existence of two wrecked cars on Lower Broadway, and another which escaped, and for which doubtless they are still searching assiduously.The ownership of the taxicab you so inadvertently entered they will have no difficulty in establishing--you, perhaps, however, are in a better position than I am to appreciate the fact that the establishment of its ownership will lead them nowhere.As I understand it, the man who drove you to-night obtained the loan of the cab from one of the company's chauffeur's in return for a hundred-dollar bill.Am Iright?"
"In view of what has happened," admitted Jimmie Dale simply, "Ishould not be surprised."
There was a sort of sardonic admiration in the other's laugh.
"As for the other car," he went on, "I can assure you that its ownership will never be known.When the nearest patrolman rushed up, there were no survivors of the disaster, save those in the third car which he was powerless to stop--which accounts for your presence here.You will admit that I have been quite frank.""Oh, quite!" said Jimmie Dale, a little wearily."But would you mind telling me what all this is leading to?"The man had been leaning forward in his chair, one hand, palm downward, resting lightly on the desk.He shifted his hand now suddenly to the arm of his chair.
"THIS!" he said, and on the desk where his hand had been lay the Tocsin's gold signet ring.
Jimmie Dale's face expressed mild curiosity.He could feel the other's eyes boring into him.
"We were speaking of ownership," said the man, in a low, menacing tone."I want to know where the woman who owns this ring can be found to-night."There was no play, no trifling here; the man was in deadly earnest.
But it seemed to Jimmie Dale, even with the sense of peril more imminent with every instant, that he could have laughed outright in savage mockery at the irony of the question.Where was she? Even WHO was she? And this was the hour in which he was to have known!
"May I look at it?" he requested calmly.
The other nodded, but his eyes never left Jimmie Dale.
"It will give you an extra moment or so to frame your answer," he said sarcastically.
Jimmie Dale ignored the thrust, picked up the ring, examined it deliberately, and set it back again on the table.
"Since I do not know who owns it," he said, "I cannot answer your question.""No! Well, then, there is still another matter--a little package that was in the taxicab with you.Where is that?""See here!" said Jimmie Dale irritably."This has gone far enough!
I have seen no package, large or small, or of any description whatever.You are evidently mistaking me for some one else.You have only to telephone to the St.James Club." He reached toward his pocket for his cardcase."My name is--""Dale," supplied the other curtly."Don't bother about the card, Mr.Dale.We have already taken the liberty of searching you." He rose abruptly from his chair."I am afraid you do not quite realise your position, Mr.Dale," he said, with an ominous smile."Let me make it clear.I do not wish to be theatrical about this, but we do not temporise here.You will either answer both of those questions to my satisfaction, OR YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE."Jimmie Dale's face hardened.His eyes met the other's steadily.
"Ah, I think I begin to see!" he said caustically."When I have been thoroughly frightened I shall be offered my ******* at a price.
