The Great God Gold Part 2

And he pulled the sheet tenderly across to hide the lifeless visage.

"But," he added, "perhaps I've rendered myself liable because I didn't call in a French doctor!"

Then, suddenly arousing himself, he walked softly across to the stove and, spreading his handkerchief on the floor, raked out all the tinder into it. To his satisfaction he saw, as he had antic.i.p.ated, that some of the papers, closely folded as they were, had only been burned at the edges.

One of them he opened, and found it covered with typewriting.

"These will, no doubt, prove interesting," he remarked to himself as he gathered every particle up into the handkerchief, and very carefully folded it over to protect it.

The lid of an old cardboard box which he found under the bed he broke up, and placing one piece above the handkerchief and the other below, he put the whole into the breast-pocket of his shabby frock-coat.

The stranger's bag he next examined. It was old, and covered with labels of first-cla.s.s hotels--many of them in cities in the Near East and the Levant. The contents were disappointing, only a couple of s.h.i.+rts marked with the initials "P.H.", several dirty collars, a cravat or two, and a safety razor, together with a few unimportant odds and ends.

"The proprietor must have these, in lieu of his bill, I suppose,"

Diamond said. "I wonder what `P.H.' stands for? He was a well-read man without a doubt. By Jove! he took his blow as bravely as any fellow I've seen go under. With a heart like that, it's a marvel that he lived so long. If I knew who his relatives were, I'd `wire' to them-- providing I had the money," he added with a bitter smile.

Then he shrugged his shoulders, and after striking a match to rea.s.sure himself that nothing had been left inside the stove to betray the fact that papers had been burned there, he turned upon his heel and left the room.

Below, in his dingy little back room on the first floor, he saw the proprietor, and told him what had occurred.

The old man grunted in his armchair and ordered the greasy-looking _valet-de-chambre_ to inform the police, but to first go and search the dead man's effects and ascertain if he had left any money.

"Monsieur Blanc was penniless, like myself," Diamond said. "Neither of us had eaten all day yesterday."

"No money to pay his bill!" croaked the old Frenchman, who looked more like a _concierge_ than a hotel proprietor. "And you are also without money?" he asked glaring.

"I regret that such is the truth," was Diamond's answer with much politeness. "Has not m'sieur noticed in life that honest men are mostly poor? Thieves and rogues are usually in funds."

"Then I must ask you to leave my hotel at once," said the old man testily.

The Doctor grinned, and bowed.

"If that is m'sieur's decision, I can do nothing else but obey," was his polite answer.

"You will leave your luggage, of course."

"M'sieur is quite welcome to all he finds," was the Doctor's response, and with another bow he turned and strode out.

His plan had worked admirably. He had no desire to remain there in the present circ.u.mstances. To be ordered out was certainly better than to flee.

So he walked gaily down the stairs, and a few minutes later was strolling airily down the Rue Lafayette, in the direction of the Opera.

The hotel proprietor and the _valet-de-chambre_ quickly searched the dead man's room, but beyond the bag and its contents found nothing.

Afterwards they informed the police.

Meanwhile Raymond Diamond walked on, undecided how to act. He had already reached the Place de l'Opera, now bright beneath its many electric lamps, before he had made up his mind. He would go once again in search of little Aggie's father, the man who owed him money.

Therefore he turned into the narrow Rue des Pet.i.t-Champs, and half-way down entered a house, pa.s.sed the _concierge_, and ascended to a flat on the second floor.

Fully twenty times he had called there before, but the place was shut, as its owner, an Englishman, was absent somewhere in the Midi. When, however, he rang, he heard movement within.

His heart leapt for joy, for when the door opened there stood Mr Mullet, a tall, thin, red-haired man with a long pale face and a reddish, bristly moustache, who, the moment he recognised his visitor, stretched forth his hand in welcome.

"Come in, Doctor," he cried cheerily. "I got back only this morning, and the _concierge_ gave me your card. I expected, however, you'd grown tired of waiting, and returned to England. How's my little Aggie?"

"She grows a bonnie girl, Mr Mullet--quite a bonnie girl," answered the ugly little man. "Gets on wonderfully well at school. And Lady Gavin, at the Manor, takes quite an interest in her."

"That's right. I'm glad to hear it--very glad. Though I'm a bit of a rover, Doctor, I'm always thinking of the child you know. Why--she must be nearly thirteen now."

"Nearly. It's fully six years since I took her off your hands."

"Fully."

And the two men sat down in the rather comfortable room of the tall, cadaverous-looking man, a mining engineer, whose adventures would have filled a volume.

David Mullet, or "Red Mullet" as his friends called him on account of the colour of his hair, offered the Doctor a good cigar from his case, poured out two gla.s.ses of brandy and soda, and after a chat took out two notes of a thousand francs from the pocket-book he carried and handed them to his visitor, receiving a receipt in return.

"I've been a long time paying, I'm afraid, Doctor," laughed the man airily. "But you know what kind of fellow I am! Sometimes I'm flush of money, and at others devilish hard up."

"I'm hard up, or I wouldn't press for this."

"My dear Doctor, it's been owing for two years. And I'm very glad to get out of your debt."

"Well, Mr Mullet," Diamond said, "eighty pounds is a lot to me just now. I haven't had a square meal for days, and to tell the truth I've just been ordered out of my hotel."

"My dear fellow, that's happened to me dozens of times," laughed the other. "I never feel sorry for the proprietor. I only regret that I can't give tips to the servants. I suppose you'll go back home--eh?"

"To-night, or by the first service in the morning."

"By Jove, I'd like to see my little Aggie. I wonder," exclaimed the man, "I wonder if I could manage to get across?"

"It isn't far," urged the Doctor.

But "Red Mullet" hesitated. He had a cause to hesitate. There was a hidden reason why for the past three years he had not put foot on English soil.

He shook his head sadly as he recognised that discretion was the better part of valour. He was too wary a man to run his neck into a noose.

"No," he said, "I think that in a few weeks I'll ask you to bring little Aggie over here to see me. You won't mind the trip--eh?"

"Not at all," was the reply. "Aggie will hardly know her father, I expect. She looks upon me as her parent."

"That was what we arranged, Doctor. She was to take your name, and you were to bring her up as your own daughter. I have a reason for that."

"So you told me six years ago."

"Red Mullet" nodded, and stretched out his long legs lazily as he contemplated the smoke of his cigar ascending to the ceiling.

Recollections of his child had struck a sympathetic chord in his memory.

There were incidents in his life that he would fain have forgotten.

One of them was now recalled.