CHAPTER X
So far as the countenance of so perfect a servant as Rawson could betrayany expression at all, there was both welcome and a suggestion ofhospitality in his manner as he received the callers. Certainly, SirBertram was in, Mr. Gregory was in, and Mr. Henry was in. Sir Bertramappeared almost at that moment, coming out of the gun room with a rookrifle under his arm.
"Hullo, Major!" he exclaimed genially. "Glad to see you. Warned in forlunch, I hope."
"Very much obliged, Sir Bertram," was the somewhat hesitating reply. "Totell you the truth----"
"Ah, business, I see," the other interrupted. "Come along to my den. Itis so long since I signed a warrant that upon my word I forgot I was amagistrate. Bring the inspector with you, if you want him."
He led the way to a small and seldom used room, plainly furnished, wherehe was accustomed at times to interview a tenant, seated himself on anuncomfortable chair before a formal-looking desk, and pointed to aneasy-chair for his visitor.
"Nothing serious, I hope," he enquired.
Major Holmes waited until the door was closed.
"Sir Bertram," he began, "you have heard no doubt of the burglary at theGreat House."
"My dear Major!" was the reproachful reply. "This is a country villagein Norfolk and the burglary happened as long ago as last night. I haveheard seven versions of the affair and been given the names of at leastseven suspectedly guilty parties."
"I have come to call upon you in connection with that affair," MajorHolmes continued. "There is a person willing to declare upon oath that aquarter of an hour before the burglary occurred last night some one wasseen to leave your house, cross the park, and enter the grounds of theGreat House through a gap in the hedge beyond the stable wall."
Sir Bertram sat quite still for a moment. Then his lips protrudedslightly and he whistled.
"Well, that's the eighth version," he observed. "I like the last one,Holmes--spicy, to say the least of it!"
"This is not hearsay," the Chief Constable went on. "I have seen thewitness myself and heard the story from his own lips. I come to younaturally for help, Sir Bertram. I want a list of your male domesticsand I wish to know from your staff whether any one was known or heard toleave this house last night."
"Simple as A.B.C.," Sir Bertram declared, ringing the bell. "Rawsonkeeps tabs on them all. We've a couple of lads--under footmen, I supposethey'd call themselves--whom I don't know much about. The others areabout as likely to commit a burglary as I should be to rob a hen roost.Send Rawson to me," he ordered the man who answered the bell.
It was a matter of seconds only before the butler made his appearance.His master leaned back in his chair as he questioned him.
"Rawson," he asked, "do you know any one--any man--who could have leftthis house between midnight and three or say four o'clock this morning?"
"Certainly not, sir," was the confident reply.
"You didn't hear any unusual sound in the night like a door opening oranything of that sort?"
"Nothing, Sir Bertram."
"If you were told that some one had left this house at about threeo'clock and gone down to the Great House, what should you have to sayabout it?"
"I should say that it was impossible, sir," Rawson asserted. "As you areaware, sir, I sleep in my own quarters adjoining the butler's pantry onthe ground floor. My window and door were both wide open last night, andI am a light sleeper. I was not once disturbed."
Sir Bertram turned to the Chief Constable.
"Did your informant specify the door which was made use of?"
"It was the door opening from the smaller library."
Sir Bertram glanced towards Rawson.
"See if that door is fastened," he directed. "Here, you'd better takethe inspector with you."
The two men left the room. Sir Bertram tapped a cigarette upon the tableand lit it.
"Where did you get hold of this cock-and-bull story, Holmes?" he asked.
The Chief Constable frowned.
"From a perfectly reliable source," he replied. "I have no doubt thatRawson is honest, but I shall want the names of all your servants. Ishall also require to interview them all."
Sir Bertram smiled.
"Lord love us, you don't suppose I want to stand in the way of yourduty, Holmes?" he said. "When Rawson comes back, you shall have them allup, one by one, and put them through the mill. By-the-by, there wasnothing much stolen, was there? I understand the burglar had onlytumbled out a coffer full of manuscripts."
"The manuscripts themselves are missing," Major Holmes confided.
"I have seen the lot," Sir Bertram observed carelessly. "Some of themwere curious. There wasn't one of them worth sixpence, intrinsically.Endacott was supposed to have one telling us all about the treasure inmy Buddha heads, but it never materialised."
Rawson returned in due course, preceded by the inspector.
"The door is properly locked on the inside, sir," the latter announced."There are no evidences of any one having used that way out into thegrounds lately."
"So that's that," Sir Bertram observed, with a little shrug of theshoulders.
"How many servants are there sleeping in the house?" Major Holmesenquired.
"Eleven, sir," Rawson answered.
"I shall require to interview each one of them."
"Get along with it then," Sir Bertram assented resignedly. "Don't forgetwe lunch at one. Rawson had better take you round to the servants'quarters. When Major Holmes has finished, Rawson, bring him out on tothe lawn and serve some sherry."
He dismissed them all carelessly with a little wave of the hand, waiteduntil the door was closed, waited until some minutes afterwards beforehis expression changed, or a sound escaped from his lips. Then he roseslowly to his feet, lit another cigarette and looked reproachfully athis shaking fingers.
"What a nerve these great criminals must have," he murmured to himself,as he strolled out into the hall. "Henry--hullo, Henry!"
A still, motionless figure stood in the shadow of the staircase on thefirst landing, looking downward; a figure so still that except for hisclothes he might have stepped out of one of the frames which lined thewall.
"Are you coming down or going up or rooted?" Sir Bertram enquired.
"I will descend," Henry Ballaston replied.
He came down the stairs with slow yet even footsteps, one hand alwaysupon the carved balustrade.
"I heard voices," he said.
"Holmes is here from Norwich," Sir Bertram confided, "and the immortalCloutson with him--you know, the travelling inspector for the district.They have an idea that some one crossed the park from the Hall lastnight."
"In connection, I presume, with the burglary at the Great House," Henryobserved.
His brother nodded.
"A silly business! Have you seen anything of Gregory?"
"Not since breakfast time. He spoke of going to Norwich. He found hewanted another trunk."
Sir Bertram sighed. The brothers walked out together through the fineGothic side entrance which led on to the lawns and gardens.
"You had no communication from Mr. Borroughes this morning, I suppose?"Henry Ballaston asked, a little hesitatingly.
"Nothing," was the level reply. "There was a letter from Kershaw--thelawyer fellow of whom Emily spoke so highly. He said that he had studiedthe position from every point of view and regretted to find that hecould discover no means remaining by which sufficient money to pay theoverdue interest on the first mortgage could be legitimately raised. Thetimber will be the only thing, and the timber is Ballaston."
"The timber is sacred," Henry agreed. "Has Mr. Kershaw examined theposition so far as regards the Romneys and the three Gainsboroughs?"
"Heirlooms, just the same as the others. They are not to be touched."
The brothers stood side by side upon the lawn, their faces turnedtowards the house. Sir Bertram was his usual cool and gracious self.Henry had somehow or other a suggestion of suspen
ded life in hiscolourless face, his stiff attitude, his cold eyes.
"Major Holmes is examining the servants?" he enquired.
"That was his idea."
"Will he wait until Gregory returns?"
"Very likely. As I think I told you, they seem to have come across someone who can swear that they saw a man leaving the Hall last night, justbefore the burglary took place."
"But there was no actual burglary," Henry objected.
"A quantity of documents appear to be missing," Sir Bertram confided."Holmes's attitude seemed to me a little suspicious. I fancy that someone has been getting at him. I am not sure--I must confess to havingsome doubts about this man Johnson."
"Doubts? Explain yourself, Bertram."
"Johnson's account of himself has never been an entirely credible one.Do you remember the day when he lunched here and he saw the Images?"
"He certainly betrayed surprise," Henry reflected.
"Gregory has a queer idea about it, although it only made us laugh atthe time. He said he reminded him of the Chinaman who saved his life onthe Yun-Tse River, and who was an important person in the firm ofJohnson and Company."
"Mr. Johnson is not a Chinaman," Henry Ballaston replied confidently.
His brother took his arm and moved towards the house. Major Holmes wasstanding in the entrance.
"No," Sir Bertram agreed, "but the Chinaman might have been Mr.Johnson."