“That’s rather a large proportion. Were they new looking?”
“New and crisp as they make ’em. Why, they were the ones Mrs. Laidlaw paid over to me, I reckon. Wonder where she got ’em from. One of these toughs on the race course as likely as not.”
“Yes,” said Tommy. “Very likely.”
“You know, Mr. Beresford, I’m new to this sort of high life. All these swell dames, and the rest of the outfit. Only made my pile a short while back. Came right over to Yurrop to see life.”
Tommy nodded. He made a mental note to the effect that with the aid of Marguerite Laidlaw Mr. Ryder would probably see a good deal of life and that the price charged would be heavy.
Meantime, for the second time, he had evidenced that the forged notes were being distributed pretty near at hand, and that in all probability Marguerite Laidlaw had a hand in their distribution.
On the following night he himself was given a proof.
It was at that small select meeting place mentioned by Inspector Marriot. There was dancing there, but the real attraction of the place lay behind a pair of imposing folding doors. There were two rooms there with green baize covered tables, where vast sums changed hands nightly.
Marguerite Laidlaw, rising at last to go, thrust a quantity of small notes into Tommy’s hands.
“They are so bulkee, Tommee-you will change them, yes? A beeg note. See my so sweet leetle bag, it bulges him to distraction.”
Tommy brought her the hundred pound note she asked for. Then in a quiet corner, he examined the notes she had given him. At least a quarter of them were counterfeit.
But where did she get her supplies from? To that he had as yet no answer. By means of Albert’s cooperation, he was almost sure that Laidlaw was not the man. His movements had been watched closely and had yielded no result.
Tommy suspected her father, the saturnine M. Heroulade. He went to and fro to France fairly often. What could be simpler than to bring the notes across with him? A false bottom to a trunk-something of that kind.
Tommy strolled slowly out of the Club, absorbed in these thoughts, but was suddenly recalled to immediate necessities. Outside in the street was Mr. Hank P. Ryder, and it was clear at once that Mr. Ryder was not strictly sober. At the moment he was trying to hang his hat on the radiator of a car, and missing it by some inches every time.
“This goddarned hatshtand, this goddarned hatshtand,” said Mr. Ryder tearfully. “Not like that in the Shtates. Man can hang up hishhat every night-every night, sir. You’re wearing two hatshs. Never sheen a man wearing two hatsh before. Mushtbe effectclimate.”
“Perhaps I’ve got two heads,” said Tommy gravely.
“Sho you have,” said Mr. Ryder. “Thatsh odd. Thatsh remarkable fac. Letsh have a cocktail. Prohibition-probishun-thatsh whatsh done me in. I guess I’m drunk-constootionally drunk. Cocktailsh-mixed ’em-Angel’s Kiss- that’s Marguerite-lovely creature, fon’ o’ me too. Horshes Neck, two Martinis-three Road to Ruinsh-no, roadshto roon-mixed ’em all-in a beer tankard. Bet me I wouldn’t-I shaid-to hell, I shayed-”
Tommy interrupted.
“That’s all right,” he said soothingly. “Now what about getting home?”
“No home to go to,” said Mr. Ryder sadly, and wept.
“What Hotel are you staying at?” asked Tommy.
“Can’t go home,” said Mr. Ryder. “Treasurehunt. Swell thing to do. She did it. Whitechapel-White heartsh, white headsh shorrow to the grave-”
“Never mind that,” said Tommy. “Where are you-”
But Mr. Ryder became suddenly dignified. He drew himself erect and attained a sudden miraculous command over his speech.
“Young man, I’m telling you. Margee took me. In her car Treasure Hunting. Englisharishtocrashy all do it. Under the cobblestones. Five hundred poundsh. Solemn thought, ’tis solemn thought. I’m telling you, young man. You’ve been kind to me. I’ve got your welfare at heart, sir, at heart. We Americans-”
Tommy interrupted him this time with even less ceremony.
“What’s that you say? Mrs. Laidlaw took you in a car?”
The American nodded with a kind of owlish solemnity.
“To Whitechapel?” Again that owlish nod. “And you found five hundred pounds there?”