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       Chapter 18

       The Telegram

      Baffled for the moment, Tommy strolled into the restaurant, and ordered a meal of surpassing excellence. His four days’ imprisonment had taught him anew to value good food.

      He was in the middle of conveying a particularly choice morsel of sole à la Jeannette to his mouth, when he caught sight of Julius entering the room. Tommy waved a menu cheerfully, and succeeded in attracting the other’s attention. At the sight of Tommy, Julius’s eyes seemed as though they would pop out of his head. He strode across, and pump-handled Tommy’s hand with what seemed to the latter quite unnecessary vigour.

      ‘Holy snakes!’ he ejaculated. ‘Is it really you?’

      ‘Of course it is. Why shouldn’t it be?’

      ‘Why shouldn’t it be? Say, man, don’t you know you’ve been given up for dead? I guess we’d have had a solemn requiem for you in another few days.’

      ‘Who thought I was dead?’ demanded Tommy.

      ‘Tuppence.’

      ‘She remembered the proverb about the good dying young, I suppose. There must be a certain amount of original sin in me to have survived. Where is Tuppence, by the way?’

      ‘Isn’t she here?’

      ‘No, the fellows at the office said she’d just gone out.’

      ‘Gone shopping, I guess. I dropped her here in the car about an hour ago. But, say, can’t you shed that British calm of yours, and get down to it? What on God’s earth have you been doing all this time?’

      ‘If you’re feeding here,’ replied Tommy, ‘order now. It’s going to be a long story.’

      Julius drew up a chair to the opposite side of the table, summoned a hovering waiter, and dictated his wishes. Then he turned to Tommy.

      ‘Fire ahead. I guess you’ve had some few adventures.’

      ‘One or two,’ replied Tommy modestly, and plunged into his recital.

      Julius listened spell-bound. Half the dishes that were placed before him he forgot to eat. At the end he heaved a long sigh.

      ‘Bully for you. Reads like a dime novel!’

      ‘And now for the home front,’ said Tommy, stretching out his hand for a peach.

      ‘W – ell,’ drawled Julius, ‘I don’t mind admitting we’ve had some adventures too.’

      He, in his turn, assumed the rôle of narrator. Beginning with his unsuccessful reconnoitring at Bournemouth, he passed on to his return to London, the buying of the car, the growing anxieties of Tuppence, the call upon Sir James, and the sensational occurrences of the previous night.

      ‘But who killed her?’ asked Tommy. ‘I don’t quite understand.’

      ‘The doctor kidded himself she took it herself,’ replied Julius dryly.

      ‘And Sir James? What did he think?’

      ‘Being a legal luminary, he is likewise a human oyster,’ replied Julius. ‘I should say he “reserved judgment.”’ He went on to detail the events of the morning.

      ‘Lost her memory, eh?’ said Tommy with interest. ‘By Jove, that explains why they looked at me so queerly when I spoke of questioning her. Bit of a slip on my part, that! But it wasn’t the sort of thing a fellow would be likely to guess.’

      ‘They didn’t give you any sort of hint as to where Jane was?’

      Tommy shook his head regretfully.

      ‘Not a word. I’m a bit of an ass, as you know. I ought to have got more out of them somehow.’

      ‘I guess you’re lucky to be here at all. That bluff of yours was the goods all right. How you ever came to think of it all so pat beats me to a frazzle!’

      ‘I was in such a funk I had to think of something,’ said Tommy simply.

      There was a moment’s pause, and then Tommy reverted to Mrs Vandemeyer’s death.

      ‘There’s no doubt it was chloral?’

      ‘I believe not. At least they call it heart failure induced by an overdose, or some such claptrap. It’s all right. We don’t want to be worried with an inquest. But I guess Tuppence and I and even the highbrow Sir James have all got the same idea.’

      ‘Mr Brown?’ hazarded Tommy.

      ‘Sure thing.’

      Tommy nodded.

      ‘All the same,’ he said thoughtfully, ‘Mr Brown hasn’t got wings. I don’t see how he got in and out.’

      ‘How about some high-class thought transference stunt? Some magnetic influence that irresistibly impelled Mrs Vandemeyer to commit suicide?’

      Tommy looked at him with respect.

      ‘Good, Julius. Distinctly good. Especially the phraseology. But it leaves me cold. I yearn for a real Mr Brown of flesh and blood. I think the gifted young detectives must get to work, study the entrances and exits, and tap the bumps on their foreheads until the solution of the mystery dawns on them. Let’s go round to the scene of the crime. I wish we could get hold of Tuppence. The Ritz would enjoy the spectacle of the glad reunion.’

      Inquiry at the office revealed the fact that Tuppence had not yet returned.

      ‘All the same, I guess I’ll have a look round upstairs,’ said Julius. ‘She might be in my sitting-room.’ He disappeared.

      Suddenly a diminutive boy spoke at Tommy’s elbow:

      ‘The young lady – she’s gone away by train, I think, sir,’ he murmured shyly.

      ‘What?’ Tommy wheeled round upon him.

      The small boy became pinker than before.

      ‘The taxi, sir. I heard her tell the driver Charing Cross and to look sharp.’

      Tommy stared at him, his eyes opening wide in surprise. Emboldened, the small boy proceeded. ‘So I thought, having asked for an A.B.C. and a Bradshaw.’

      Tommy interrupted him:

      ‘When did she ask for an A.B.C. and a Bradshaw?’

      ‘When I took her the telegram, sir.’

      ‘A telegram?’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘When was that?’

      ‘About half-past twelve, sir.’

      ‘Tell me exactly what happened.’

      The small boy drew a long breath.

      ‘I took up a telegram to No. 891 – the lady was there. She opened it and gave a gasp, and then she said, very jolly like: “Bring me up a Bradshaw, and an A.B.C., and look sharp, Henry.” My name isn’t Henry, but –’

      ‘Never mind your name,’ said Tommy impatiently. ‘Go on.’

      ‘Yes, sir. I brought them, and she told me to wait, and looked up something. And then

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