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this case, the procedure was exactly the same. The signal knock, the demand for a number, and the reply ‘Correct.’

      Two knocks followed in quick succession on the door below. The first man was quite unknown to Tommy, who put him down as a city clerk. A quiet, intelligent-looking man, rather shabbily dressed. The second was of the working classes, and his face was vaguely familiar to the young man.

      Three minutes later came another, a man of commanding appearance, exquisitely dressed, and evidently well born. His face, again, was not unknown to the watcher, though he could not for the moment put a name to it.

      After his arrival there was a long wait. In fact, Tommy concluded that the gathering was now complete, and was just cautiously creeping out from his hiding-place, when another knock sent him scuttling back to cover.

      This last-comer came up the stairs so quietly that he was almost abreast of Tommy before the young man had realized his presence.

      He was a small man, very pale, with a gentle almost womanish air. The angle of the cheek-bones hinted at his Slavonic ancestry, otherwise there was nothing to indicate his nationality. As he passed the recess, he turned his head slowly. The strange light eyes seemed to burn through the curtain; Tommy could hardly believe that the man did not know he was there and in spite of himself he shivered. He was no more fanciful than the majority of young Englishmen, but he could not rid himself of the impression that some unusually potent force emanated from the man. The creature reminded him of a venomous snake.

      A moment later his impression was proved correct. The new-comer knocked on the door as all had done, but his reception was very different. The bearded man rose to his feet, and all the others followed suit. The German came forward and shook hands. His heels clicked together.

      ‘We are honoured,’ he said. ‘We are greatly honoured. I much feared that it would be impossible.’

      The other answered in a low voice that had a kind of hiss in it:

      ‘There were difficulties. It will not be possible again, I fear. But one meeting is essential – to define my policy. I can do nothing without – Mr Brown. He is here?’

      The change in the German’s air was audible as he replied with slight hesitation:

      ‘We have received a message. It is impossible for him to be present in person.’ He stopped, giving a curious impression of having left the sentence unfinished.

      A very slow smile overspread the face of the other. He looked round at a circle of uneasy faces.

      ‘Ah! I understand. I have read of his methods. He works in the dark and trusts no one. But, all the same, it is possible that he is among us now …’ He looked round him again, and again that expression of fear swept over the group. Each man seemed eyeing his neighbour doubtfully.

      The Russian tapped his cheek.

      ‘So be it. Let us proceed.’

      The German seemed to pull himself together. He indicated the place he had been occupying at the head of the table. The Russian demurred, but the other insisted.

      ‘It is the only possible place,’ he said, ‘for – Number One. Perhaps Number Fourteen will shut the door!’

      In another moment Tommy was once more confronting bare wooden panels, and the voices within had sunk once more to a mere undistinguishable murmur. Tommy became restive. The conversation he had overheard had stimulated his curiosity. He felt that, by hook or by crook, he must hear more.

      There was no sound from below, and it did not seem likely that the door-keeper would come upstairs. After listening intently for a minute or two, he put his head round the curtain. The passage was deserted. Tommy bent down and removed his shoes, then, leaving them behind the curtain, he walked gingerly out on his stockinged feet, and kneeling down by the closed door he laid his ear cautiously to the crack. To his intense annoyance he could distinguish little more; just a chance word here and there if a voice was raised, which merely served to whet his curiosity still further.

      He eyed the handle of the door tentatively. Could he turn it by degrees so gently and imperceptibly that those in the room would notice nothing? He decided that with great care it could be done. Very slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, he moved it round, holding his breath in his excessive care. A little more – a little more still – would it never be finished? Ah! at last it would turn no farther.

      He stayed so for a minute or two, then drew a deep breath, and pressed it ever so slightly inward. The door did not budge. Tommy was annoyed. If he had to use too much force, it would almost certainly creak. He waited until the voices rose a little, then he tried again. Still nothing happened. He increased the pressure. Had the beastly thing stuck? Finally, in desperation, he pushed with all his might. But the door remained firm, and at last the truth dawned upon him. It was locked or bolted on the inside.

      For a moment or two Tommy’s indignation got the better of him.

      ‘Well, I’m damned!’ he said. ‘What a dirty trick!’

      As his indignation cooled, he prepared to face the situation. Clearly the first thing to be done was to restore the handle to its original position. If he let it go suddenly, the men inside would be almost certain to notice it, so with the same infinite pains he reversed his former tactics. All went well, and with a sigh of relief the young man rose to his feet. There was a certain bulldog tenacity about Tommy that made him slow to admit defeat. Checkmated for the moment, he was far from abandoning the conflict. He still intended to hear what was going on in the locked room. As one plan had failed, he must hunt about for another.

      He looked round him. A little farther along the passage on the left was a second door. He slipped silently along to it. He listened for a moment or two, then tried the handle. It yielded, and he slipped inside.

      The room, which was untenanted, was furnished as a bedroom. Like everything else in the house, the furniture was falling to pieces, and the dirt was, if anything, more abundant.

      But what interested Tommy was the thing he had hoped to find, a communicating door between the two rooms, up on the left by the window. Carefully closing the door into the passage behind him, he stepped across to the other and examined it closely. The bolt was shot across it. It was very rusty, and had clearly not been used for some time. By gently wriggling it to and fro, Tommy managed to draw it back without making too much noise. Then he repeated his former manœuvres with the handle – this time with complete success. The door swung open – a crack, a mere fraction, but enough for Tommy to hear what went on. There was a velvet portière on the inside of this door which prevented him from seeing, but he was able to recognize the voices with a reasonable amount of accuracy.

      The Sinn Feiner was speaking. His rich Irish voice was unmistakable:

      ‘That’s all very well. But more money is essential. No money – no results!’

      Another voice which Tommy rather thought was that of Boris replied:

      ‘Will you guarantee that there are results?’

      ‘In a month from now – sooner or later as you wish – I will guarantee you such a reign of terror in Ireland as shall shake the British Empire to its foundations.’

      There was a pause, and then came the soft, sibilant accents of Number One:

      ‘Good! You shall have the money. Boris, you will see to that.’

      Boris asked a question:

      ‘Via the Irish Americans, and Mr Potter as usual?’

      ‘I guess that’ll be all right!’ said a new voice, with a transatlantic intonation, ‘though I’d like to point out, here and now, that things are getting a mite difficult. There’s not the sympathy there was, and a growing disposition to let the Irish settle their own affairs without interference from America.’

      Tommy felt that Boris had shrugged his shoulders as he answered:

      ‘Does that matter, since the money only nominally comes from the States?’

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