THE SECRET ADVERSARY BY AGATHA CHRISTIE

“You can’t have learnt much about us if you don’t know that NOBODY KNOWS

WHO MR. BROWN IS….”

“You do,” said Tuppence quietly.

Again the colour deserted the other’s face.

“What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know,” said the girl truthfully. “But I’m sure.”

Mrs. Vandemeyer stared in front of her for a long time.

“Yes,” she said hoarsely, at last, “I know. I was beautiful, you see–very

beautiful–”

“You are still,” said Tuppence with admiration.

Mrs. Vandemeyer shook her head. There was a strange gleam in her

electric-blue eyes.

“Not beautiful enough,” she said in a soft dangerous voice.

“Not–beautiful–enough! And sometimes, lately, I’ve been afraid…. It’s

dangerous to know too much!” She leaned forward across the table. “Swear that

my name shan’t be brought into it–that no one shall ever know.” “I swear it.

And, once’s he caught, you’ll be out of danger.”

A terrified look swept across Mrs. Vandemeyer’s face.

“Shall I? Shall I ever be?” She clutched Tuppence’s arm. “You’re sure

about the money?”

“Quite sure.”

“When shall I have it? There must be no delay.”

“This friend of mine will be here presently. He may have to send cables,

or something like that. But there won’t be any delay–he’s a terrific hustler.”

A resolute look settled on Mrs. Vandemeyer’s face.

“I’ll do it. It’s a great sum of money, and besides”–she gave a curious

smile–“it is not–wise to throw over a woman like me!”

For a moment or two, she remained smiling, and lightly tapping her fingers

on the table. Suddenly she started, and her face blanched.

“What was that?”

“I heard nothing.”

Mrs. Vandemeyer gazed round her fearfully.

“If there should be some one listening—-”

“Nonsense. Who could there be?”

“Even the walls might have ears,” whispered the other. “I tell you I’m

frightened. You don’t know him!”

“Think of the hundred thousand pounds,” said Tuppence soothingly.

Mrs. Vandemeyer passed her tongue over her dried lips.

“You don’t know him,” she reiterated hoarsely. “He’s–ah!”

With a shriek of terror she sprang to her feet. Her outstretched hand

pointed over Tuppence’s head. Then she swayed to the ground in a dead faint.

Tuppence looked round to see what had startled her.

In the doorway were Sir James Peel Edgerton and Julius Hersheimmer.

CHAPTER XIII

THE VIGIL

SIR James brushed past Julius and hurriedly bent over the fallen woman.

“Heart,” he said sharply. “Seeing us so suddenly must have given her a

shock. Brandy–and quickly, or she’ll slip through our fingers.”

Julius hurried to the washstand.

“Not there,” said Tuppence over her shoulder. “In the tantalus in the

dining-room. Second door down the passage.”

Between them Sir James and Tuppence lifted Mrs. Vandemeyer and carried her

to the bed. There they dashed water on her face, but with no result. The lawyer

fingered her pulse.

“Touch and go,” he muttered. “I wish that young fellow would hurry up with

the brandy.”

At that moment Julius re-entered the room, carrying a glass half full of

the spirit which he handed to Sir James. While Tuppence lifted her head the

lawyer tried to force a little of the spirit between her closed lips. Finally

the woman opened her eyes feebly. Tuppence held the glass to her lips.

“Drink this.”

Mrs. Vandemeyer complied. The brandy brought the colour back to her white

cheeks, and revived her in a marvellous fashion. She tried to sit up–then fell

back with a groan, her hand to her side.

“It’s my heart,” she whispered. “I mustn’t talk.”

She lay back with closed eyes.

Sir James kept his finger on her wrist a minute longer, then withdrew it

with a nod.

“She’ll do now.”

All three moved away, and stood together talking in low voices. One and all

were conscious of a certain feeling of anticlimax. Clearly any scheme for

cross-questioning the lady was out of the question for the moment. For the time

being they were baffled, and could do nothing.

Tuppence related how Mrs. Vandemeyer had declared herself willing to

disclose the identity of Mr. Brown, and how she had consented to discover and

reveal to them the whereabouts of Jane Finn. Julius was congratulatory.

“That’s all right, Miss Tuppence. Splendid! I guess that hundred thousand

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