The Man Who Knew

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  THE MAN WHO KNEW

  BY

  EDGAR WALLACE

  AUTHOR OF "THE CLUE OF THE TWISTED CANDLE," "KATE PLUS 10," ETC.

  WITH A FRONTISPIECE BYWILLIAM A. KIRKPATRICK

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  BOSTONSMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY_PUBLISHERS_

  Copyright, 1918BY SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY(INCORPORATED)

  "The girl had risen to her feet and was shrinking back tothe wall." _See page 333._]

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER PAGE

  I THE MAN IN THE LABORATORY 9 II THE GIRL WHO CRIED 27 III FOUR IMPORTANT CHARACTERS 40 IV THE ACCOUNTANT AT THE BANK 59 V JOHN MINUTE'S LEGACY 73 VI THE MAN WHO KNEW 99 VII INTRODUCING MR. REX HOLLAND 109VIII SERGEANT SMITH CALLS 135 IX FRANK MERRILL AT THE ALTAR 155 X A MURDER 175 XI THE CASE AGAINST FRANK MERRILL 201 XII THE TRIAL OF FRANK MERRILL 220XIII THE MAN WHO CAME TO MONTREUX 243 XIV THE MAN WHO LOOKED LIKE FRANK 261 XV A LETTER IN THE GRATE 279 XVI THE COMING OF SERGEANT SMITH 289XVII THE MAN CALLED "MERRILL" 317

  THE MAN WHO KNEW

  CHAPTER I

  THE MAN IN THE LABORATORY

  The room was a small one, and had been chosen for its remoteness fromthe dwelling rooms. It had formed the billiard room, which the formerowner of Weald Lodge had added to his premises, and John Minute, who hadneither the time nor the patience for billiards, had readily handed overthis damp annex to his scientific secretary.

  Along one side ran a plain deal bench which was crowded with glassstills and test tubes. In the middle was as plain a table, with half adozen books, a microscope under a glass shade, a little wooden casewhich was opened to display an array of delicate scientific instruments,a Bunsen burner, which was burning bluely under a small glass bowl halffilled with a dark and turgid concoction of some kind.

  The face of the man sitting at the table watching this unsavory stew washidden behind a mica and rubber mask, for the fumes which were beinggiven off by the fluid were neither pleasant nor healthy. Save for ashaded light upon the table and the blue glow of the Bunsen lamp, theroom was in darkness. Now and again the student would take a glass rod,dip it for an instant into the boiling liquid, and, lifting it, wouldallow the liquid drop by drop to fall from the rod on to a strip oflitmus paper. What he saw was evidently satisfactory, and presently heturned out the Bunsen lamp, walked to the window and opened it, andswitched on an electric fan to aid the process of ventilation.

  He removed his mask, revealing the face of a good-looking young man,rather pale, with a slight dark mustache and heavy, black, wavy hair. Heclosed the window, filled his pipe from the well-worn pouch which hetook from his pocket, and began to write in a notebook, stopping now andagain to consult some authority from the books before him.

  In half an hour he had finished this work, had blotted and closed hisbook, and, pushing back his chair, gave himself up to reverie. They werenot pleasant thoughts to judge by his face. He pulled from his insidepocket a leather case and opened it. From this he took a photograph. Itwas the picture of a girl of sixteen. It was a pretty face, a littlesad, but attractive in its very weakness. He looked at it for a longtime, shaking his head as at an unpleasant thought.

  There came a gentle tap at the door, and quickly he replaced thephotograph in his case, folded it, and returned it to his pocket as herose to unlock the door.

  John Minute, who entered, sniffed suspiciously.

  "What beastly smells you have in here, Jasper!" he growled. "Why onearth don't they invent chemicals that are more agreeable to the nose?"

  Jasper Cole laughed quietly.

  "I'm afraid, sir, that nature has ordered it otherwise," he said.

  "Have you finished?" asked his employer.

  He looked at the still warm bowl of fluid suspiciously.

  "It is all right, sir," said Jasper. "It is only noxious when it isboiling. That is why I keep the door locked."

  "What is it?" asked John Minute, scowling down at the unoffendingliquor.

  "It is many things," said the other ruefully. "In point of fact, it isan experiment. The bowl contains one or two elements which will only mixwith the others at a certain temperature, and as an experiment it issuccessful because I have kept the unmixable elements in suspension,though the liquid has gone cold."

  "I hope you will enjoy your dinner, even though it has gone cold,"grumbled John Minute.

  "I didn't hear the bell, sir," said Jasper Cole. "I'm awfully sorry ifI've kept you waiting."

  They were the only two present in the big, black-looking dining room,and dinner was as usual a fairly silent meal. John Minute read thenewspapers, particularly that portion of them which dealt with thelatest fluctuations in the stock market.

  "Somebody has been buying Gwelo Deeps," he complained loudly.

  Jasper looked up.

  "Gwelo Deeps?" he said. "But they are the shares--"

  "Yes, yes," said the other testily; "I know. They were quoted at ashilling last week; they are up to two shillings and threepence. I'vegot five hundred thousand of them; to be exact," he corrected himself,"I've got a million of them, though half of them are not my property. Iam almost tempted to sell."

  "Perhaps they have found gold," suggested Jasper.

  John Minute snorted.

  "If there is gold in the Gwelo Deeps there are diamonds on the downs,"he said scornfully. "By the way, the other five hundred thousand sharesbelong to May."

  Jasper Cole raised his eyebrows as much in interrogation as in surprise.

  John Minute leaned back in his chair and manipulated his gold toothpick.

  "May Nuttall's father was the best friend I ever had," he said gruffly."He lured me into the Gwelo Deeps against my better judgment We sank abore three thousand feet and found everything except gold."

  He gave one of his brief, rumbling chuckles.

  "I wish that mine had been a success. Poor old Bill Nuttall! He helpedme in some tight places."

  "And I think you have done your best for his daughter, sir."

  "She's a nice girl," said John Minute, "a dear girl. I'm not taken withgirls." He made a wry face. "But May is as honest and as sweet as theymake them. She's the sort of girl who looks you in the eye when shetalks to you; there's no damned nonsense about May."

  Jasper Cole concealed a smile.

  "What the devil are you grinning at?" demanded John Minute.

  "I also was thinking that there was no nonsense about her," he said.

  John Minute swung round.

  "Jasper," he said, "May is the kind of girl I would like you to marry;in fact, she _is_ the girl I would like you to marry."

  "I think Frank would have something to say about that," said the other,stirring his coffee.

  "Frank!" snorted John Minute. "What the devil do I care about Frank?Frank has to do as he's told. He's a lucky young man and a bit of arascal, too, I'm thinking. Frank would marry anybody with a pretty face.Why, if I hadn't interfered--"

  Jasper looked up.

  "Yes?"

  "Never mind," growled John Minute.

  As was his practice, he sat a long time over dinner, half awake and halfasleep. Jasper had annexed one of the newspapers, and was reading it.This was the routine which marked every evening of his life save onthose occasions when he made a visit to London. He was in the midst ofan article by a famous scientist on radium emanation, when John Minutecontinued a co
nversation which he had broken off an hour ago.

  "I'm worried about May sometimes."

  Jasper put down his paper.

  "Worried! Why?"

  "I am worried. Isn't that enough?" growled the other. "I wish youwouldn't ask me a lot of questions, Jasper. You irritate me beyondendurance."

  "Well, I'll take it that you're worried," said his confidentialsecretary patiently, "and that you've good reason."

  "I feel responsible for her, and I hate responsibilities of all kinds.The responsibilities of children--"

  He winced and changed the subject, nor did he return to it for severaldays.

  Instead he opened up a new line.

  "Sergeant Smith was here when I was out, I understand," he said.

  "He came this afternoon--yes."

  "Did you see him?"

  Jasper nodded.

  "What did he want?"

  "He wanted to see you, as far as I could make out. You were saying theother day that he drinks."

  "Drinks!" said the other scornfully. "He doesn't drink; he eats it. Whatdo you think about Sergeant Smith?" he demanded.

  "I think he is a very curious person," said the other frankly, "and Ican't understand why you go to such trouble to shield him or why yousend him money every week."

  "One of these days you'll understand," said the other, and his prophecywas to be fulfilled. "For the present, it is enough to say that ifthere are two ways out of a difficulty, one of which is unpleasant andone of which is less unpleasant, I take the less unpleasant of the two.It is less unpleasant to pay Sergeant Smith a weekly stipend than it isto be annoyed, and I should most certainly be annoyed if I did not payhim."

  He rose up slowly from the chair and stretched himself.

  "Sergeant Smith," he said again, "is a pretty tough proposition. I know,and I have known him for years. In my business, Jasper, I have had toknow some queer people, and I've had to do some queer things. I am notso sure that they would look well in print, though I am not sensitive asto what newspapers say about me or I should have been in my grave yearsago; but Sergeant Smith and his knowledge touches me at a raw place. Youare always messing about with narcotics and muck of all kinds, and youwill understand when I tell you that the money I give Sergeant Smithevery week serves a double purpose. It is an opiate and a prophy--"

  "Prophylactic," suggested the other.

  "That's the word," said John Minute. "I was never a whale at the longuns; when I was twelve I couldn't write my own name, and when I wasnineteen I used to spell it with two n's."

  He chuckled again.

  "Opiate and prophylactic," he repeated, nodding his head. "That'sSergeant Smith. He is a dangerous devil because he is a rascal."

  "Constable Wiseman--" began Jasper.

  "Constable Wiseman," snapped John Minute, rubbing his hand through hisrumpled gray hair, "is a dangerous devil because he's a fool. What hasConstable Wiseman been here about?"

  "He didn't come here," smiled Jasper. "I met him on the road and had alittle talk with him."

  "You might have been better employed," said John Minute gruffly. "Thatsilly ass has summoned me three times. One of these days I'll get himthrown out of the force."

  "He's not a bad sort of fellow," soothed Jasper Cole. "He's ratherstupid, but otherwise he is a decent, well-conducted man with a sense ofthe law."

  "Did he say anything worth repeating?" asked John Minute.

  "He was saying that Sergeant Smith is a disciplinarian."

  "I know of nobody more of a disciplinarian than Sergeant Smith," saidthe other sarcastically, "particularly when he is getting over a jag.The keenest sense of duty is that possessed by a man who has broken thelaw and has not been found out. I think I will go to bed," he added,looking at the clock on the mantelpiece. "I am going up to townto-morrow. I want to see May."

  "Is anything worrying you?" asked Jasper.

  "The bank is worrying me," said the old man.

  Jasper Cole looked at him steadily.

  "What's wrong with the bank?"

  "There is nothing wrong with the bank, and the knowledge that my dearnephew, Frank Merrill, esquire, is accountant at one of its branchesremoves any lingering doubt in my mind as to its stability. And I wishto Heaven you'd get out of the habit of asking me 'why' this happens or'why' I do that."

  Jasper lit a cigar before replying:

  "The only way you can find things out in this world is by askingquestions."

  "Well, ask somebody else," boomed John Minute at the door.

  Jasper took up his paper, but was not to be left to the enjoyment itscolumns offered, for five minutes later John Minute appeared in thedoorway, minus his tie and coat, having been surprised in the act ofundressing with an idea which called for development.

  "Send a cable in the morning to the manager of the Gwelo Deeps and askhim if there is any report. By the way, you are the secretary of thecompany. I suppose you know that?"

  "Am I?" asked the startled Jasper.

  "Frank was, and I don't suppose he has been doing the work now. You hadbetter find out or you will be getting me into a lot of trouble with theregistrar. We ought to have a board meeting."

  "Am I the directors, too?" asked Jasper innocently.

  "It is very likely," said John Minute. "I know I am chairman, but therehas never been any need to hold a meeting. You had better find out fromFrank when the last was held."

  He went away, to reappear a quarter of an hour later, this time in hispajamas.

  "That mission May is running," he began, "they are probably short ofmoney. You might inquire of their secretary. _They_ will have asecretary, I'll be bound! If they want anything send it on to them."

  He walked to the sideboard and mixed himself a whisky and soda.

  "I've been out the last three or four times Smith has called. If hecomes to-morrow tell him I will see him when I return. Bolt the doorsand don't leave it to that jackass, Wilkins."

  Jasper nodded.

  "You think I am a little mad, don't you, Jasper?" asked the older man,standing by the sideboard with the glass in his hand.

  "That thought has never occurred to me," said Jasper. "I think you areeccentric sometimes and inclined to exaggerate the dangers whichsurround you."

  The other shook his head.

  "I shall die a violent death; I know it. When I was in Zululand an oldwitch doctor 'tossed the bones.' You have never had that experience?"

  "I can't say that I have," said Jasper, with a little smile.

  "You can laugh at that sort of thing, but I tell you I've got a greatfaith in it. Once in the king's kraal and once in Echowe it happened,and both witch doctors told me the same thing--that I'd die by violence.I didn't use to worry about it very much, but I suppose I'm growing oldnow, and living surrounded by the law, as it were, I am too law-abiding.A law-abiding man is one who is afraid of people who are notlaw-abiding, and I am getting to that stage. You laugh at me because I'mjumpy whenever I see a stranger hanging around the house, but I have gotmore enemies to the square yard than most people have to the county. Isuppose you think I am subject to delusions and ought to be put underrestraint. A rich man hasn't a very happy time," he went on, speakinghalf to himself and half to the young man. "I've met all sorts of peoplein this country and been introduced as John Minute, the millionaire, anddo you know what they say as soon as my back is turned?"

  Jasper offered no suggestion.

  "They say this," John Minute went on, "whether they're young or old,good, bad, or indifferent: 'I wish he'd die and leave me some of hismoney.'"

  Jasper laughed softly.

  "You haven't a very good opinion of humanity."

  "I have no opinion of humanity," corrected his chief, "and I am going tobed."

  Jasper heard his heavy feet upon the stairs and the thud of themoverhead. He waited for some time; then he heard the bed creak. Heclosed the windows, personally inspected the fastenings of the doors,and went to his little office study on the first floor.

  He sh
ut the door, took out the pocket case, and gave one glance at theportrait, and then took an unopened letter which had come that eveningand which, by his deft handling of the mail, he had been able to smuggleinto his pocket without John Minute's observance.

  He slit open the envelope, extracted the letter, and read:

  DEAR SIR: Your esteemed favor is to hand. We have to thank you for the check, and we are very pleased that we have given you satisfactory service. The search has been a very long and, I am afraid, a very expensive one to yourself, but now that discovery has been made I trust you will feel rewarded for your energies.

  The note bore no heading, and was signed "J. B. Fleming."

  Jasper read it carefully, and then, striking a match, lit the paper andwatched it burn in the grate.