Till the Clock Stops Part 37
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He soon pulled himself together, but--"
"The police didn't suspect him, did they?"
"Bless you, no! They were all sympathy! Oh, he's safe enough--for the present. The poor chap he murdered was certainly rough looking enough to be a burglar."
"What was he like?"
"A big strong man, with an ugly red-bearded face, and--it's queer how one notices trifles--his ears were pierced for--"
"Good Heavens, it was Flitch!"
Teddy jumped. "The man who shot you--"
"The same--I'm sure of it, even from your slight description. And--and Bullard has killed him!"
"Your revenge, Alan."
"No, no, old man, I never wanted his life. It was only his employer I was after."
"You've got his employer now--if you want him."
Alan stared at his friend. "Why do you say _if I want him_? Don't you imagine I want him?"--he cried--"not for anything he may have done or tried to do to me, but for what might have happened had Mar--Miss Handyside opened that infernal Green Box--"
"The telegram may have been a hoax. The box may or may not contain an infernal contrivance, but even if it does, you can't convict Bullard any more than you can arrest the soul of the man who is dead."
"I don't understand you," said Alan. "Tell me why you used those words, 'if I want him,' meaning Bullard."
"Simply because," answered Teddy, "I'm pretty sure you don't want him.
Think a moment!"
The other sprang to his feet. "Come along, Teddy! There's no thought required. That nugget has got to be handed to the police before we're an hour older."
Teddy rose slowly and slipped the nugget into his pocket. "Alan, my son,"
he said gently, "that nugget does not leave my possession--no, not for all your uncle's genuine diamonds. Think again!"
"Oh, rot! If you're afraid of the police, Teddy--"
"Perhaps I am--"
"Well, give the thing to me, and I'll--"
"One moment." Teddy's face went ruddy. "I'd like you to answer a question, though it may strike you as abominably impertinent. Are you--are you as fond as ever of Doris Lancaster?"
Alan was also flushed as he replied: "Doris and I settled that to-night, Teddy. But what has it to do with Bullard's nugget? I'm aware it has something to do with Bullard--"
"Hold on!" said Teddy, pale again. "I think I can put it so plainly that you'll wonder why you didn't see it for yourself right away. Listen! Put this nugget into police hands, and Bullard goes into the dock. If Bullard goes into the dock, ugly things, not all connected with this murder, will surely come out. Lancaster will be involved; Doris--"
Alan threw up a hand. "G.o.d forgive me, Teddy," he cried, "and thank G.o.d it wasn't I who found the nugget!"
"Besides," said Teddy a good deal later, "your Uncle Christopher was most desirous that nothing should happen to Bullard before the clock stopped.
And now, old chap, I think we had better turn in."
Left to himself, Teddy sighed. "He's going to marry Doris, and, whether he knows it or not, he's in love with that Handyside girl. Surely I have the devil's own luck!"
CHAPTER XXIV
Never a heavy sleeper, Mrs. Lancaster was fully aware of her daughter's entrance before Doris reached her bedside. She affected neither drowsiness nor ignorance of the latter's quest.
"You ought not to have got up so early, Doris," she said. "Why, it's not eight yet. Not that light--the far away one, if you insist. Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, I think so. I've had a long sleep." The girl's eyes were s.h.i.+ning strangely, and the shadows beneath them were deep; but she did not look ill. "Father is awake now," she said.
"Indeed! I suppose you have come for that packet." Mrs. Lancaster raised herself a little on the pillows. "I suppose, also, you are aware what the packet contains, Doris."
"Yes, mother."
"Is it a gift or a loan to your father?"
"A loan--I hope. Please let me have it--"
"One moment, my dear. Am I right in further supposing that your father intends to pay a particular debt with all this money?"
Doris's head drooped in a.s.sent.
"Has it not occurred to you that your father would be treating me very badly if he used all this money for such a purpose?"
"Mother!"
"You fancy I have said something very dreadful, but--listen! Things have gone wrong at Johannesburg. There has been rioting. Mines have been wrecked and ruined. For a long time to come--years, perhaps--your father's income may be next to nothing. What is to become of me? You, of course, have your Mr. Bullard--not so rich as he was; but he is not the sort of man to remain long poor. You had better sit down, Doris. I have kept the newspapers of the last few days from your father."
The girl was clutching the bra.s.s rail of the bed. "Do you mean that father is ruined?" she whispered, aghast.
"Not far from it, I'm afraid. Now don't make a fuss. I rely on you to break the news of the mines to him before Mr. Bullard arrives this morning. Mr. Bullard will give him the details, no doubt. Another thing; you must persuade Mr. Bullard to get rid of that debt we have mentioned.
He has his own difficulties at present, I should imagine, but he is not the man to be beaten by a sum like twenty-five thousand pounds. We cannot have scandal--disgrace. You have done much for your father already--that I freely admit--but at this crisis you must do more.--My smelling salts are behind you."
Doris had swayed, but she recovered herself, though her face was white and desperate.
"Mother, that money you have--"
"I'm afraid you are going to be shocked, Doris, but I had better tell you at once that the money is mine."
"Yours!" It was a shock, a dreadful shock, and yet Doris had come to her mother's room full of ghastly apprehensions. "Oh, but you can't mean it!"
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