The Secret Adversary (Tommy & Tuppence 1)

CHAPTER XX. TOO LATE

IN the street they held an informal council of war. Sir James had drawna watch from his pocket. “The boat train to Holyhead stops at Chester at12.14. If you start at once I think you can catch the connection.”

Tommy looked up, puzzled.

“Is there any need to hurry, sir? To-day is only the 24th.”

“I guess it’s always well to get up early in the morning,” said Julius,before the lawyer had time to reply. “We’ll make tracks for the depotright away.”

A little frown had settled on Sir James’s brow.

“I wish I could come with you. I am due to speak at a meeting at twoo’clock. It is unfortunate.”

The reluctance in his tone was very evident. It was clear, on the otherhand, that Julius was easily disposed to put up with the loss of theother’s company.

“I guess there’s nothing complicated about this deal,” he remarked.“Just a game of hide-and-seek, that’s all.”

“I hope so,” said Sir James.

“Sure thing. What else could it be?”

“You are still young, Mr. Hersheimmer. At my age you will probably havelearnt one lesson. ‘Never underestimate your adversary.’”

The gravity of his tone impressed Tommy, but had little effect uponJulius.

“You think Mr. Brown might come along and take a hand? If he does, I’mready for him.” He slapped his pocket. “I carry a gun. Little Williehere travels round with me everywhere.” He produced a murderous-lookingautomatic, and tapped it affectionately before returning it to itshome. “But he won’t be needed this trip. There’s nobody to put Mr. Brownwise.”

The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.

“There was nobody to put Mr. Brown wise to the fact that Mrs. Vandemeyermeant to betray him. Nevertheless, _Mrs. Vandemeyer died withoutspeaking_.”

Julius was silenced for once, and Sir James added on a lighter note:

“I only want to put you on your guard. Good-bye, and good luck. Takeno unnecessary risks once the papers are in your hands. If there is anyreason to believe that you have been shadowed, destroy them at once.Good luck to you. The game is in your hands now.” He shook hands withthem both.

Ten minutes later the two young men were seated in a first-classcarriage _en route_ for Chester.

For a long time neither of them spoke. When at length Julius broke thesilence, it was with a totally unexpected remark.

“Say,” he observed thoughtfully, “did you ever make a darned fool ofyourself over a girl’s face?”

Tommy, after a moment’s astonishment, searched his mind.

“Can’t say I have,” he replied at last. “Not that I can recollect,anyhow. Why?”

“Because for the last two months I’ve been making a sentimental idiot ofmyself over Jane! First moment I clapped eyes on her photograph my heartdid all the usual stunts you read about in novels. I guess I’m ashamedto admit it, but I came over here determined to find her and fix it allup, and take her back as Mrs. Julius P. Hersheimmer!”

“Oh!” said Tommy, amazed.

Julius uncrossed his legs brusquely and continued:

“Just shows what an almighty fool a man can make of himself! One look atthe girl in the flesh, and I was cured!”

Feeling more tongue-tied than ever, Tommy ejaculated “Oh!” again.

“No disparagement to Jane, mind you,” continued the other. “She’s a realnice girl, and some fellow will fall in love with her right away.”

“I thought her a very good-looking girl,” said Tommy, finding histongue.

“Sure she is. But she’s not like her photo one bit. At least I supposeshe is in a way--must be--because I recognized her right off. If I’dseen her in a crowd I’d have said ‘There’s a girl whose face I know’right away without any hesitation. But there was something about thatphoto”--Julius shook his head, and heaved a sigh--“I guess romance is amighty queer thing!”

“It must be,” said Tommy coldly, “if you can come over here in love withone girl, and propose to another within a fortnight.”

Julius had the grace to look discomposed.

“Well, you see, I’d got a sort of tired feeling that I’d never findJane--and that it was all plumb foolishness anyway. And then--oh, well,the French, for instance, are much more sensible in the way they look atthings. They keep romance and marriage apart----”

Tommy flushed.

“Well, I’m damned! If that’s----”

Julius hastened to interrupt.

“Say now, don’t be hasty. I don’t mean what you mean. I take itAmericans have a higher opinion of morality than you have even. What Imeant was that the French set about marriage in a businesslike way--findtwo people who are suited to one another, look after the money affairs,and see the whole thing practically, and in a businesslike spirit.”

“If you ask me,” said Tommy, “we’re all too damned businesslikenowadays. We’re always saying, ‘Will it pay?’ The men are bad enough,and the girls are worse!”

“Cool down, son. Don’t get so heated.”

“I feel heated,” said Tommy.

Julius looked at him and judged it wise to say no more.

However, Tommy had plenty of time to cool down before they reachedHolyhead, and the cheerful grin had returned to his countenance as theyalighted at their destination.

After consultation, and with the aid of a road map, they were fairlywell agreed as to direction, so were able to hire a taxi without moreado and drive out on the road leading to Treaddur Bay. They instructedthe man to go slowly, and watched narrowly so as not to miss the path.They came to it not long after leaving the town, and Tommy stopped thecar promptly, asked in a casual tone whether the path led down to thesea, and hearing it did paid off the man in handsome style.

A moment later the taxi was slowly chugging back to Holyhead. Tommy andJulius watched it out of sight, and then turned to the narrow path.

“It’s the right one, I suppose?” asked Tommy doubtfully. “There must besimply heaps along here.”

“Sure it is. Look at the gorse. Remember what Jane said?”

Tommy looked at the swelling hedges of golden blossom which bordered thepath on either side, and was convinced.