trains in collision on the screen? What’s the difference between buying up a
train and buying up a liner? Get the properties and you can go right ahead!”
Dr. Hall found his voice.
“But the expense, my dear sir.” His voice rose. “The expense! It will be
COLOSSAL!”
“Money doesn’t worry me any,” explained Julius simply.
Dr. Hall turned an appealing face to Sir James, who smiled slightly.
“Mr. Hersheimmer is very well off–very well off indeed.”
The doctor’s glance came back to Julius with a new and subtle quality in
it. This was no longer an eccentric young fellow with a habit of falling off
trees. The doctor’s eyes held the deference accorded to a really rich man.
“Very remarkable plan. Very remarkable,” he murmured. “The movies–of
course! Your American word for the kinema. Very interesting. I fear we are
perhaps a little behind the times over here in our methods. And you really mean
to carry out this remarkable plan of yours.”
“You bet your bottom dollar I do.”
The doctor believed him–which was a tribute to his nationality. If an
Englishman had suggested such a thing, he would have had grave doubts as to his
sanity.
“I cannot guarantee a cure,” he pointed out. “Perhaps I ought to make that
quite clear.”
“Sure, that’s all right,” said Julius. “You just trot out Jane, and leave
the rest to me.”
“Jane?”
“Miss Janet Vandemeyer, then. Can we get on the long distance to your
place right away, and ask them to send her up; or shall I run down and fetch her
in my car?”
The doctor stared.
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Hersheimmer. I thought you understood.”
“Understood what?”
“That Miss Vandemeyer is no longer under my care.”
CHAPTER XV
TUPPENCE RECEIVES A PROPOSAL
JULIUS sprang up.
“What?”
“I thought you were aware of that.”
“When did she leave?”
“Let me see. To-day is Monday, is it not? It must have been last
Wednesday–why, surely–yes, it was the same evening that you–er–fell out of
my tree.”
“That evening? Before, or after?”
“Let me see–oh yes, afterwards. A very urgent message arrived from Mrs.
Vandemeyer. The young lady and the nurse who was in charge of her left by the
night train.”
Julius sank back again into his chair.
“Nurse Edith–left with a patient–I remember,” he muttered. “My God, to
have been so near!”
Dr. Hall looked bewildered.
“I don’t understand. Is the young lady not with her aunt, after all?”
Tuppence shook her head. She was about to speak when a warning glance from
Sir James made her hold her tongue. The lawyer rose.
“I’m much obliged to you, Hall. We’re very grateful for all you’ve told
us. I’m afraid we’re now in the position of having to track Miss Vandemeyer
anew. What about the nurse who accompanied her; I suppose you don’t know where
she is?”
The doctor shook his head.
“We’ve not heard from her, as it happens. I understood she was to remain
with Miss Vandemeyer for a while. But what can have happened? Surely the girl
has not been kidnapped.”
“That remains to be seen,” said Sir James gravely.
The other hesitated.
“You do not think I ought to go to the police?”
“No, no. In all probability the young lady is with other relations.”
The doctor was not completely satisfied, but he saw that Sir James was
determined to say no more, and realized that to try and extract more information
from the famous K.C. would be mere waste of labour. Accordingly, he wished them
goodbye, and they left the hotel. For a few minutes they stood by the car
talking.
“How maddening,” cried Tuppence. “To think that Julius must have been
actually under the same roof with her for a few hours.”
“I was a darned idiot,” muttered Julius gloomily.
“You couldn’t know,” Tuppence consoled him. “Could he?” She appealed to
Sir James.
“I should advise you not to worry,” said the latter kindly. “No use crying
over spilt milk, you know.”
“The great thing is what to do next,” added Tuppence the practical.
Sir James shrugged his shoulders.
“You might advertise for the nurse who accompanied the girl. That is the