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      Chapter 25

       Jane’s Story

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      HER arm through Jane’s, dragging her along, Tuppence reached the station. Her quick ears caught the sound of the approaching train.

      “Hurry up,” she panted, “or we’ll miss it.”

      They arrived on the platform just as the train came to a standstill. Tuppence opened the door of an empty first-class compartment, and the two girls sank down breathless on the padded seats.

      A man looked in, then passed on to the next carriage. Jane started nervously. Her eyes dilated with terror. She looked questioningly at Tuppence.

      “Is he one of them, do you think?” she breathed.

      Tuppence shook her head.

      “No, no. It’s all right.” She took Jane’s hand in hers. “Tommy wouldn’t have told us to do this unless he was sure we’d be all right.”

      “But he doesn’t know them as I do!” The girl shivered. “You can’t understand. Five years! Five long years! Sometimes I thought I should go mad.”

      “Never mind. It’s all over.”

      “Is it?”

      The train was moving now, speeding through the night at a gradually increasing rate. Suddenly Jane Finn started up.

      “What was that? I thought I saw a face—looking in through the window.”

      “No, there’s nothing. See.” Tuppence went to the window, and lifting the strap let the pane down.

      “You’re sure?”

      “Quite sure.”

      The other seemed to feel some excuse was necessary:

      “I guess I’m acting like a frightened rabbit, but I can’t help it. If they caught me now they’d——” Her eyes opened wide and staring.

      “DON’T!” implored Tuppence. “Lie back, and DON’T THINK. You can be quite sure that Tommy wouldn’t have said it was safe if it wasn’t.”

      “My cousin didn’t think so. He didn’t want us to do this.”

      “No,” said Tuppence, rather embarrassed.

      “What are you thinking of?” said Jane sharply.

      “Why?”

      “Your voice was so—queer!”

      “I WAS thinking of something,” confessed Tuppence. “But I don’t want to tell you—not now. I may be wrong, but I don’t think so. It’s just an idea that came into my head a long time ago. Tommy’s got it too—I’m almost sure he has. But don’t YOU worry—there’ll be time enough for that later. And it mayn’t be so at all! Do what I tell you—lie back and don’t think of anything.”

      “I’ll try.” The long lashes drooped over the hazel eyes.

      Tuppence, for her part, sat bolt upright—much in the attitude of a watchful terrier on guard. In spite of herself she was nervous. Her eyes flashed continually from one window to the other. She noted the exact position of the communication cord. What it was that she feared, she would have been hard put to it to say. But in her own mind she was far from feeling the confidence displayed in her words. Not that she disbelieved in Tommy, but occasionally she was shaken with doubts as to whether anyone so simple and honest as he was could ever be a match for the fiendish subtlety of the arch-criminal.

      If they once reached Sir James Peel Edgerton in safety, all would be well. But would they reach him? Would not the silent forces of Mr. Brown already be assembling against them? Even that last picture of Tommy, revolver in hand, failed to comfort her. By now he might be overpowered, borne down by sheer force of numbers… . Tuppence mapped out her plan of campaign.

      As the train at length drew slowly into Charing Cross, Jane Finn sat up with a start.

      “Have we arrived? I never thought we should!”

      “Oh, I thought we’d get to London all right. If there’s going to be any fun, now is when it will begin. Quick, get out. We’ll nip into a taxi.”

      In another minute they were passing the barrier, had paid the necessary fares, and were stepping into a taxi.

      “King’s Cross,” directed Tuppence. Then she gave a jump. A man looked in at the window, just as they started. She was almost certain it was the same man who had got into the carriage next to them. She had a horrible feeling of being slowly hemmed in on every side.

      “You see,” she explained to Jane, “if they think we’re going to Sir James, this will put them off the scent. Now they’ll imagine we’re going to Mr. Carter. His country place is north of London somewhere.”

      Crossing Holborn there was a block, and the taxi was held up. This was what Tuppence had been waiting for.

      “Quick,” she whispered. “Open the right-hand door!”

      The two girls stepped out into the traffic. Two minutes later they were seated in another taxi and were retracing their steps, this time direct to Carlton House Terrace.

      “There,” said Tuppence, with great satisfaction, “this ought to do them. I can’t help thinking that I’m really rather clever! How that other taxi man will swear! But I took his number, and I’ll send him a postal order to-morrow, so that he won’t lose by it if he happens to be genuine. What’s this thing swerving——Oh!”

      There was a grinding noise and a bump. Another taxi had collided with them.

      In a flash Tuppence was out on the pavement. A policeman was approaching. Before he arrived Tuppence had handed the driver five shillings, and she and Jane had merged themselves in the crowd.

      “It’s only a step or two now,” said Tuppence breathlessly. The accident had taken place in Trafalgar Square.

      “Do you think the collision was an accident, or done deliberately?”

      “I don’t know. It might have been either.”

      Hand-in-hand, the two girls hurried along.

      “It may be my fancy,” said Tuppence suddenly, “but I feel as though there was some one behind us.”

      “Hurry!” murmured the other. “Oh, hurry!”

      They were now at the corner of Carlton House Terrace, and their spirits lightened. Suddenly a large and apparently intoxicated man barred their way.

      “Good evening, ladies,” he hiccupped. “Whither away so fast?”

      “Let us pass, please,” said Tuppence imperiously.

      “Just a word with your pretty friend here.” He stretched out an unsteady hand, and clutched Jane by the shoulder. Tuppence heard other footsteps behind. She did

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