But the man in front of him hesitated.
“Now that I remember it-”
“Yes,” said Tommy eagerly. “What?”
“I don’t think it could have anything to do with it. But there was a young lady.”
“Yes? A young lady, you say, what was she doing?”
“She was taken faint, sir. A very pleasant young lady. Miss Eileen O’Hara, her name was. A dainty looking lady, not tall, with black hair. Just a little foreign looking.”
“Yes?” said Tommy, with even greater eagerness.
“As I was saying, she was taken queer. Just outside Mr. Wilmott’s cabin. She asked me to fetch the doctor. I helped her to the sofa, and then went off for the doctor. I was some time finding him, and when I found him and brought him back, the young lady was nearly all right again.”
“Oh!” said Tommy.
“You don’t think, sir-”
“It’s difficult to know what to think,” said Tommy noncommittally. “Was this Miss O’Hara travelling alone?”
“Yes, I think so, sir.”
“You haven’t seen her since you landed?”
“No, sir.”
“Well,” said Tommy, after a minute or two spent in reflection. `’I think that’s all. Thank you, Richards.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Back at the office of the Detective Agency, Tommy retailed his conversation with Richards to Tuppence who listened attentively.
“What do you think of it, Tuppence?”
“Oh! my dear fellow, we doctors are always sceptical of a sudden faintness! So very convenient. And Eileen as well as O’Hara. Almost too impossibly Irish, don’t you think?”
“It’s something to go upon at last. Do you know what I am going to do, Tuppence? Advertise for the lady.”
“What?”
“Yes. Any information respecting Miss Eileen O’Hara, known to have travelled such and such a ship and such and such a date. Either she’ll answer it herself if she’s genuine, or someone may come forward to give us information about her. So far, it’s the only hope of a clue.”
“You’ll also put her on her guard, remember.”
“Well,” said Tommy. “One’s got to risk something.”
“I still can’t see any sense in the thing,” said Tuppence, frowning. “If a gang of crooks get hold of the Ambassador’s bag for an hour or two, and then send it back, what possible good can it do them? Unless there are papers in it they want to copy, and Mr. Wilmott swears there was nothing of the kind. ”
Tommy stared at her thoughtfully.
“You put these things rather well, Tuppence,” he said at last. “You’ve given me an idea.”
It was two days later. Tuppence was out to lunch. Tommy, alone in the austere office of Mr. Theodore Blunt, was improving his mind by reading the latest sensational thriller.
The door of the office opened and Albert appeared.
“A young lady to see you, sir. Miss Cicely March. She says she has called in answer to an advertisment.”
“Show her in at once,” cried Tommy, thrusting his novel into a convenient drawer.
In another minute Albert had ushered in the young lady.
Tommy had just time to see that she was fair haired and extremely pretty when the amazing occurrence happened.
The door through which Albert had just passed out was rudely burst open. In the doorway stood a picturesque figure-a big dark man, Spanish in appearance, with a flaming red tie. His features were distorted with rage, and in his hand was a gleaming pistol.
“So this is the office of Mr. Busybody Blunt,” he said in perfect English. His voice was low and venomous. “Hands up at once-or I shoot.”
It sounded no idle threat. Tommy’s hands went up obediently. The girl, crouched against the wall, gave a gasp of terror.
“This young lady will come with me,” said the man. “Yes, you will, my dear. You have never seen me before, but that doesn’t matter. I can’t have my plans ruined by a silly little chit like you. I seem to remember that you were one of the passengers on the Nomadic. You must have been peering into things that didn’t concern you-but I’ve no intention of letting you blab any secrets to Mr. Blunt here. A very clever gentleman, Mr. Blunt, with his fancy advertisements. But as it happens. I keep an eye on the advertisement columns. That’s how I got wise to his little game.”