Ashton Kirk, Secret Agent Part 4
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Fuller's expression indicated curiosity; but he had been with Ashton-Kirk a number of years and had grown to know that his utterances were not always meant to be heard. The secret agent took up a bit of brown rice paper and a bulging pinch of tobacco; as he delicately manipulated these, he said to Fuller:
"Do you recall the name of Okiu?"
"It seems familiar," replied the a.s.sistant, after a moment's thought.
Then suddenly: "Wasn't he one of----"
"Look in the cabinet," said Ashton-Kirk.
Fuller went to the filing system and pulled open the drawer marked "OK."
After a search of a few moments he turned.
"Yes," said he, eagerly. "Here he is, and underscored in red. The details are in Volume X."
Ashton-Kirk touched one of a row of bells. A buzzer made reply; through a tube the secret agent said:
"Bring up Volume X at once."
He threw himself into the big chair, stretched his legs contentedly and drew at the cigarette. In a little while Stumph entered, bearing a huge canvas-covered book; this he laid upon a small table, which he then pushed toward his employer. The latter looked at his watch.
"I'm not to be disturbed again to-day," said he. "And I'll dine earlier--at five o'clock."
"Anything more?" asked Fuller, when Stumph had left the room.
"Look up the trains stopping at Eastbury after seven o'clock. And stand ready to go with me. I may need you."
Fuller went out; and Ashton-Kirk, with a cloud of blue smoke hovering about his head, opened the canvas-covered volume, found the name he sought, and at once plunged into the finely written pages. The minutes went by, and the hours followed; cigar succeeded cigarette and pipe followed cigar; the table became littered with burnt matches, ash, and impossibly short ends. When Stumph finally knocked to announce dinner, he found tottering mountains of books, maps and newspaper cuttings everywhere and in the midst of them was the investigator, lying back in his chair with closed eyes; the only indication that he was awake being that a thin column of smoke was ascending from the pipe.
At seven-twenty that evening a local paused at Eastbury Station; and among those who got off were Ashton-Kirk, and the brisk looking Fuller.
The station lamps were lighted, but were pale as yet, for deep splashes of reddish gold piled high on the horizon line, and long, shaking lines of light shot down the spa.r.s.ely built streets.
Fordham Road was one of the newest of these latter; its asphalted length showed hardly a trace of travel and its grading was as level as that of a billiard table. The buildings were even fewer here than elsewhere in the suburb; and upon the vacant s.p.a.ces huge signs reared themselves, announcing the sale of choice sites.
Number 2979 was a brick and brown-stone house with a wide veranda and a smooth lawn which ran all around it. Skirting the lawn was a hedge fence; and a cemented path led to the front door. A tall, angular old woman opened this in answer to the ring. Her eyes were sharp and gray; her face was severe--crossed and recrossed by a thousand minute wrinkles; her hands were large and the veins were blue and swollen.
"Is Mr. Warwick at home?" asked Ashton-Kirk.
The sharp, gray eyes seemed to become partly veiled, the thin lips only moved a trifle when she spoke.
"You would see him?"
Ashton-Kirk nodded; and as the old woman admitted them, he said:
"You are not English, then?"
For an instant she seemed to bristle with indignation; her eyes, wide open now, snapped.
"Englis.h.!.+ No; I am a French woman, thank G.o.d!"
She showed them into a somberly furnished but spotlessly kept sitting-room; a single window overlooked that portion of the lawn which lay behind the house.
"If you will sit down," she said, "I will speak to Mr. Warwick."
Ashton-Kirk, whose first glance had been through the window, said:
"You have j.a.panese for neighbors, I see."
The woman's eyes also went to the window; there was a long, narrow stretch of lawn between the house and the one behind it; and this was divided in the center by a hedge fence. Upon the opposite side of the latter, engaged in uprooting the encroaching weeds, was a small, dark man with spectacles and grayish hair. At sight of him the old woman made a gesture of aversion.
"The good G.o.d hates all pagans," she said, resolutely, and went out.
The secret agent smiled.
"I think I should have known her for a zealot even without that," he said. "The type is perfectly expressed in her."
"She has no love for the j.a.ps, at all events," said Fuller, as he went to the window.
"The man clipping the hedge," said Ashton-Kirk, "is a member of the household of whom Warwick neglected to speak."
Fuller looked at the person indicated; he was upon the Morse side of the fence and wielded a huge pair of shears diligently; in spite of the mildness of the evening he had a heavy coat b.u.t.toned to the chin. Near him frolicked a small terrier.
"He may be a gardener called in to do the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g," suggested the a.s.sistant.
"I think we'll find that he belongs here," said Ashton-Kirk. "That is a Scottish terrier running about there; and that breed is never friendly with strangers."
There was a piano being played somewhere in the house; the touch was sure and soft, the air mournful and full of minors. They had listened but a moment, however, when Warwick entered the room.
There was a flush in his cheeks and an excited sparkle in his eyes; as he spoke his voice shook a little as though not perfectly under control.
"Thank you," he said, eagerly, as he shook hands. "I am glad that you have come."
"Something has happened?"
"Yes. A special delivery letter came for Dr. Morse about an hour ago. A few moments after receiving it I heard him shouting aloud in the library, and apparently smas.h.i.+ng things in his rage."
"Did you go to him?"
"No. When he is that way, we have found it a better plan to leave him alone. After venting his rage in the way I have just mentioned, he rushed from the place."
Ashton-Kirk did not immediately comment upon this; his eyes were upon the man clipping the hedge.
"Who is that?" asked he.
Warwick followed his glance.
"Oh, a young fellow whom the doctor employs about the place. He is a Pole, and came about a month ago; he seems very intelligent, and I know he is hard up. Morse knew his father somewhere, I believe."
"I see." The speaker turned from the window.
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