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The energy of Mr Hersheimmer was tremendous. They bowed before it.
‘But say now,’ he ended, ‘you’re not after her for anything? Contempt of court, or something British? A proud-spirited young American girl might find your rules and regulations in wartime rather irksome, and get up against it. If that’s the case, and there’s such a thing as graft in this country, I’ll buy her off.’
Tuppence reassured him.
‘That’s good. Then we can work together. What about some lunch? Shall we have it up here, or go down to the restaurant?’
Tuppence expressed a preference for the latter, and Julius bowed to her decision.
Oysters had just given place to Sole Colbert when a card was brought to Hersheimmer.
‘Inspector Japp, C.I.D. Scotland Yard again. Another man this time. What does he expect I can tell him that I didn’t tell the first chap? I hope they haven’t lost that photograph. That Western photographer’s place was burned down and all his negatives destroyed – this is the only copy in existence. I got it from the principal of the college there.’
An unformulated dread swept over Tuppence.
‘You – you don’t know the name of the man who came this morning?’
‘Yes, I do. No, I don’t. Half a second. It was on his card. Oh, I know! Inspector Brown. Quiet unassuming sort of chap.’
A veil might with profit be drawn over the events of the next half-hour. Suffice it to say that no such person as ‘Inspector Brown’ was known to Scotland Yard. The photograph of Jane Finn, which would have been of the utmost value to the police in tracing her, was lost beyond recovery. Once again ‘Mr Brown’ had triumphed.
The immediate result of this set-back was to effect a rapprochement between Julius Hersheimmer and the Young Adventurers. All barriers went down with a crash, and Tommy and Tuppence felt they had known the young American all their lives. They abandoned the discreet reticence of ‘private inquiry agents,’ and revealed to him the whole history of the joint venture, whereat the young man declared himself ‘tickled to death.’
He turned to Tuppence at the close of the narration. ‘I’ve always had a kind of idea that English girls were just a mite moss-grown. Old-fashioned and sweet, you know, but scared to move round without a footman or a maiden aunt. I guess I’m a bit behind the times!’
The upshot of these confidential relations was that Tommy and Tuppence took up their abode forthwith at the Ritz, in order, as Tuppence put it, to keep in touch with Jane Finn’s only living relation. ‘And put like that,’ she added confidentially to Tommy, ‘nobody could boggle at the expense!’
Nobody did, which was the great thing.
‘And now,’ said the young lady on the morning after their installation, ‘to work!’
Mr Beresford put down the Daily Mail, which he was reading, and applauded with somewhat unnecessary vigour. He was politely requested by his colleague not to be an ass.
‘Dash it all, Tommy, we’ve got to do something for our money.’
Tommy sighed.
‘Yes, I fear even the dear old Government will not support us at the Ritz in idleness for ever.’
‘Therefore, as I said before, we must do something.’
‘Well,’ said Tommy, picking up the Daily Mail again, ‘do it. I shan’t stop you.’
‘You see,’ continued Tuppence. ‘I’ve been thinking –’
She was interrupted by a fresh bout of applause.
‘It’s all very well for you to sit there being funny, Tommy. It would do you no harm to do a little brain work too.’
‘My union, Tuppence, my union! It does not permit me to work before 11 a.m.’
‘Tommy, do you want something thrown at you? It is absolutely essential that we should without delay map out a plan of campaign.’
‘Hear, hear!’
‘Well, let’s do it.’
Tommy laid his paper finally aside. ‘There’s something of the simplicity of the truly great mind about you, Tuppence. Fire ahead. I’m listening.’
‘To begin with,’ said Tuppence, ‘what have we to go upon?’
‘Absolutely nothing,’ said Tommy cheerily.
‘Wrong!’ Tuppence wagged an energetic finger. ‘We have two distinct clues.’
‘What are they?’
‘First clue, we know one of the gang.’
‘Whittington?’
‘Yes. I’d recognize him anywhere.’
‘Hum,’ said Tommy doubtfully. ‘I don’t call that much of a clue. You don’t know where to look for him, and it’s about a thousand to one against your running against him by accident.’
‘I’m not so sure about that,’ replied Tuppence thoughtfully. ‘I’ve often noticed that once coincidences start happening they go on happening in the most extraordinary way. I dare say it’s some natural law that we haven’t found out. Still, as you say, we can’t rely on that. But there are places in London where simply everyone is bound to turn up sooner or later. Piccadilly Circus, for instance. One of my ideas was to take up my stand there every day with a tray of flags.’
‘What about meals?’ inquired the practical Tommy.
‘How like a man! What does mere food matter?’
‘That’s all very well. You’ve just had a thundering good breakfast. No one’s got a better appetite than you have, Tuppence, and by tea-time you’d be eating the flags, pins and all. But, honestly, I don’t think much of the idea. Whittington mayn’t be in London at all.’
‘That’s true. Anyway, I think clue No. 2 is more promising.’
‘Let’s hear it.’
‘It’s nothing much. Only a Christian name – Rita. Whittington mentioned it that day.’
‘Are you proposing a third advertisement: Wanted, female crook, answering to the name of Rita?’
‘I am not. I propose to reason in a logical manner. That man, Danvers, was shadowed on the way over, wasn’t he? And it’s more likely to have been a woman than a man –’
‘I don’t see that at all.’
‘I am absolutely certain that it would be a woman, and a good-looking one,’ replied Tuppence calmly.
‘On these technical points I bow to your decision,’