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ly noticed—-”
“Yes, you did,” interrupted Beale sharply, “you read every line of it. Where was it?”
“Rosenblaum Bros., of Commercial Road,” blurted the girl.
“Any number?”
“I didn’t see the number.”
“You will find them in the telephone book,” said Kitson. “What does it mean?”
But Beale was half-way to Kitson’s sitting-room, arriving there in time to meet McNorton who had handed over his charge to his subordinate.
“I’ve found it!” cried Beale.
“Found what?” asked Kitson.
“The code! cheap nike air max ”
“Where? How?” asked McNorton.
“Unless I am altogether wrong the code is contained, either engraved on the case or written on a slip of paper enclosed within the case of a watch. Can’t you see it all plainly now? Van Heerden neither trusted his memory nor his subordinates. He had his simple code written, as we shall find, upon thin paper enclosed in the case of a hunter watch, and this he pledged. A pawnbroker’s is the safest of safe deposits. Searching for clues, suppose the police had detected his preparations, the pledged ticket might have been easily overlooked.”
Kitson was looking at him with an expression of amazed indignation. Here was a man who had lost his wife, and Kitson belie nike air max sale ved that this young detective loved the girl as few women are loved; but in the passion of the chase, in the production of a new problem, he was absorbed to the exclusion of all other considerations in the greater game.
Yet he did Beale an injustice if he only knew, for the thought of Oliva’s new peril ran through all his speculations, his rapid deductions, his lightning plans.
“Miss Cresswell found the ticket and probably extracted it as a curiosity. These things are kept in little envelopes, aren’t they, McNorton?”
The police chief nodded.
“That was it nike air max classic , then. She took it out and left the envelope behind, and van Heerden did not discover his loss until he went to find the voucher to give Milsom the code. Don’t you remember? In the first place he said he couldn’t give him the code until after ten o’clock, which is probably the hour the pawnbrokers open for business.”
McNorton nodded again.
“Then do you remember that Milsom said that the code was not irredeemably lost and that van Heerden knew where it was. In default of finding the ticket he decided to burgle the pawnbroker’s, and that burglary is going through to-night.”
“But he could have obtained a duplicate of the ticket,” said McNorton.
“How?” asked Beale quickly.
“By going before a magistrate and swearing an affidavit.”
“In his own name,” said Beale, “you see, he couldn’t do that. It would mean walking into the lion’s den. No, burglary was his only chance.”
“But what of Oliva?” said Kitson impatiently, “I tell you, Beale, I am not big enough or stoical enough to think outside of that girl’s safety.”
Beale swung round at him.
“You don’t think I’ve forgotten that, do you?” he said in a low voice. “Y cheap nike air max trainers ou don’t think that has been out of my mind?” His face was tense and drawn. “I think, I believe that Oliva is safe,” he said quietly. “I believe that Oliva and not any of us here will deliver van Heerden to justice.”
“Are you mad?” asked Kitson in astonishment.
“I am very sane. Come here!”
He gripped the old lawyer by the arm and led him back to the girl’s room.
“Look,” he said, and pointed.
“What do you mean, the bookshelf?”
Beale nodded.
“Half an hour ago I gave Oliva a book,” he said, “that book is no longer there.”
“But in the name of Heaven how can a book save h Cheap Air Max er?” demanded the exasperated Kitson.
Stanford Beale did not answer.
“Yes, yes, she’s safe. I know she’s safe,” he said. “If Oliva is the girl I think she is then I see van Heerden’s finish.”
Chapter 31 A Corn Chandler’s Bill
The church bells were chiming eleven o’clock when a car drew up before a gloomy corner shop, bearing the dingy sign of the pawnbroker’s calling, and Beale and McNorton alighted.
It was a main street and was almost deserted. Beale looked up at the windows. They were dark. He knocked at the side-entrance of the shop, and presently the two men were joined by a policeman.
“Nobody lives here, sir,” explained the officer, when McNorton had made himself known. “Old Rosenblaum runs the business, and lives at Highgate.”
He flashed his lamp upon the door and tried it, but it did not yield. A nightfarer who had been in the shade on the opposite side of the street came across and volunteered information.
He had seen another car drive up and a gentleman had alighted. He had opened the door with a key and gone in. There was nothing suspicious about him. He was “quite a gentleman, and was in evening-dress.” The constable t nike air max 90 hought it was one of the partners of Rosenblaum in convivial and resplendent garb. He had been in the house ten minutes then had come out again, locking the door behind him, and had driven off just before Beale’s car had arrived.
It was not until half an hour later that an agitated little man brought by the police from Highgate admitted the two men.
There was no need to make a long search. The moment the light was switched on in the shop Beale made his discovery. On the broad counter lay a sheet of paper and a little heap of silver coins. He swept the money aside and read:
“For the redemption of one silver hunter, 10s Cheap Nike Air Max . 6d.”
It was signed in the characteristic handwriting that Beale knew so well “Van Heerden, M.D.”
The two men looked at one another.
“What do you make of that?” asked McNorton.
Beale carried the paper to the light and examined it, and McNorton went on:
“He’s a pretty cool fellow. I suppose he had the money and the message all ready for our benefit.”
Beale shook his head.
“On the contrary,” he said, “this was don e on the spur of the moment. A piece of bravado which occurred to him when he had the watch. Look at this paper. You can imagine him searching his pocket for a piece of waste paper and taking the first that came to his hand. It is written in ink with the pawnbroker’s own pen. The inkwell is open,” he lifted up the pen, “the nib is still wet,” he said.
McNorton took the paper from his hands.
It was a bill from a corn-chandler’s at Horsham, the type of bill that was sent in days of war economy which folded over and constituted its own envelope. It was addressed to “J. B. Harden, Esq.” (“That was the _alias_ he used when he took the wine vaults at Paddington,” explained McNorton) and had been posted about a week before. Attached to the bottom of the account, which was for L3 10s., was a little slip calling attention to the fa nike air max 1 ct that “this account had probably been overlooked.”
Beale’s finger traced the item for which the bill was rendered, and McNorton uttered an exclamation of surprise.
“Curious, isn’t it?” said Beale, as he folded the paper and put it away in his pocket, “how these very clever men always make some trifling error which brings them to justice. I don’t know how many great schemes I have seen brought to nothing through some such act of folly as this, some piece of theatrical bravado which benefited the criminal nothing at all.”
“Good gracious,” said McNorton wonderingly, “of course, that’s what he is going to do. I never thought of that. It is in the neighbourhood of Horsham we must look for him, and I think if we can get one of the Messrs. Billingham out of bed in a couple of hours’ time we shall do a good night’s work.”
They w nike air max 95 ent outside and again questioned the policeman. He remembered the car turning round and going back the way it had come. It had probably taken one of the innumerable side-roads which lead from the main thoroughfare, and in this way they had missed it.
“I want to go to the ‘_Megaphone_’ office first,” said Beale. “I have some good friends on that paper and I am curious to know how bad the markets are. The night cables from New York should be coming in by now.”
In his heart was a sickening fear which he dared not express. What would the morrow bring forth? If this one man’s cupidity and hate should succeed in releasing the terror upon the world, what sort of a world would it leave? Through the windows of the car he could see the placid policemen patrolling the streets, caught a glimpse of other cars brilliantly illuminated be nike air max 90 sale aring their laughing men and women back to homes, who were ignorant of the monstrous danger which threatened their security and life.
He passed the facades of great commercial mansions which in a month’s time might but serve to conceal the stark ruin within.
To him it was a night of tremendous tragedy, and for the second time in his life in the numbness induced by the greater peril and the greater anxiety he failed to wince at the thought of the danger in which Oliva stood.
Indeed, analysing his sensations she seemed to him on this occasion less a victim than a fellow-worker and he found a strange comfort in that thought of partnership.
The _Megaphone_ buildings blazed with light when the car drew up to the door, messenger-boys were hurrying through the swing-doors, the two great elevators were running up and down without Nike Air Max pause. The grey editor with a gruff voice threw over a bundle of flimsies.
“Here are the market reports,” he growled, “they are not very encouraging.”
Beale read them and whistled, and the editor eyed him keenly.
“Well, what do you make of it?” he asked the detective. “Wheat at a shilling a pound already. God knows what it’s going to be to-morrow!”
“Any other news?” asked Beale.
“We have asked Germany to explain why she has prohibited the export of wheat and to give us a reason for the stocks she holds and the steps she has taken during the past two months to accumulate reserves.”
“An ultimatum?”
“Not exactly an ultimatum. There’s nothing to go to war about. The Government has mobilized the fleet and the French Government has partially mobilized her army. The question is,” he said, “would war ease the situation?”
Beale shook his head.
“The battle will not be fought in th cheap nike air max e field,” he said, “it will be fought right here in London, in all your great towns, in Manchester, Coventry, Birmingham, Cardiff. It will be fought in New York and in a thousand townships between the Pacific and the Atlantic, and if the German scheme comes off we shall be beaten before a shot is fired.”
“What does it mean?” asked the editor, “why is everybody buying wheat so frantically? There is no shortage. The harvests in the United States and Canada are good.”
“There will be no harvests,” said Beale solemnly; and the journalist gaped at him.
Chapter 32 The End Of Van Heerden
Dr. van Heerden expected many things and was prepared for contingencies beyond the imagination of the normally minded, but he was not prepared to find in Oliva Cresswell a pleasant travelling-companion. When a man takes a girl, against her will, from a pleasant suite at the best hotel in London, nike air max compels her at the peril of death to accompany him on a motor-car ride in the dead of the night, and when his offence is a duplication of one which had been committed less than a week before, he not unnaturally anticipates tears, supplications, or in the alternative a frigid and unapproachable silence.
To his amazement Oliva was extraordinarily cheerful and talkative and even amusing. He had kept Bridgers at the door of the car whilst he investigated the pawn-broking establishment of Messrs. Rosenblaum Bros., and had returned in triumph to discover that the girl who up to then had been taciturn and uncommunicative was in quite an amiable mood.
“I used to think,” she said, “that motor-car abductions were the invention of sensational writers, but you seem to make a practice of it. You are not very original, Dr. van Heerden. I think I’ve told you that before.”
He smiled in the darkness as the car sped smoothly through the deserted streets.
“I must plead guilty to being rather unoriginal,” he said, “but I promise you that this little adventure shall not end as did the last.”
“It can hardly do that,” she laughed, “I can only be married once whilst Mr. Beale is alive.”
“I forgot you were married,” he said suddenly, then after a pause, “I suppose you will divorce him?”
“Why?” she asked innocently.
“But you’re not fond of that fellow, are you?”
“Passionately,” she said calmly, “he is my ideal.”
The reply took away his breath and certainly silenced him.
“How is this adventure to end?” she demanded. “Are you going to maroon me on a desert island, or are you taking me to Germany?”
“How did you know I am trying to get to Germany?” he asked sharply.
“Oh, Mr. Beale thought so,” she replied, in a tone of indifference, “he reckoned that he would catch you somewhere near the coast.”
“He did, did he?” said the other calmly. “I shall deny him that pleasure. I don’t intend taking you to Germany. Indeed, it is not my intention to detain you any longer than is necessary.”
“For which I am truly grateful,” she smiled, “but why detain me at all?”
“That is a stupid question to ask when I am sure you have no doubt in your mind as to

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