THE SECRET ADVERSARY BY AGATHA CHRISTIE

photograph to Tommy, and smiled at the other’s exclamation. “I’m right, then.

Who is he? Irishman. Prominent Unionist M.P. All a blind, of course. We’ve

suspected it–but couldn’t get any proof. Yes, you’ve done very well, young man.

The 29th, you say, is the date. That gives us very little time–very little

time indeed.”

“But—-” Tommy hesitated.

Mr. Carter read his thoughts.

“We can deal with the General Strike menace, I think. It’s a toss-up–but

we’ve got a sporting chance! But if that draft treaty turns up–we’re done.

England will be plunged in anarchy. Ah, what’s that? The car? Come on,

Beresford, we’ll go and have a look at this house of yours.”

Two constables were on duty in front of the house in Soho. An inspector

reported to Mr. Carter in a low voice. The latter turned to Tommy.

“The birds have flown–as we thought. We might as well go over it.”

Going over the deserted house seemed to Tommy to partake of the character

of a dream. Everything was just as it had been. The prison room with the

crooked pictures, the broken jug in the attic, the meeting room with its long

table. But nowhere was there a trace of papers. Everything of that kind had

either been destroyed or taken away. And there was no sign of Annette.

“What you tell me about the girl puzzled me,” said Mr. Carter. “You

believe that she deliberately went back?”

“It would seem so, sir. She ran upstairs while I was getting. the door

open.”

“H’m, she must belong to the gang, then; but, being a woman, didn’t feel

like standing by to see a personable young man killed. But evidently she’s in

with them, or she wouldn’t have gone back.”

“I can’t believe she’s really one of them, sir. She–seemed so

different—-”

“Good-looking, I suppose?” said Mr. Carter with a smile that made Tommy

flush to the roots of his hair. He admitted Annette’s beauty rather

shamefacedly.

“By the way,” observed Mr. Carter, “have you shown yourself to Miss

Tuppence yet? She’s been bombarding me with letters about you.”

“Tuppence? I was afraid she might get a bit rattled. Did she go to the

police?”

Mr. Carter shook his head.

“Then I wonder how they twigged me.”

Mr. Carter looked inquiringly at him, and Tommy explained. The other nodded

thoughtfully.

“True, that’s rather a curious point. Unless the mention of the Ritz was

an accidental remark?”

“It might have been, sir. But they must have found out about me suddenly

in some way.”

“Well,” said Mr. Carter, looking round him, “there’s nothing more to be

done here. What about some lunch with me?”

“Thanks awfully, sir. But I think I’d better get back and rout out

Tuppence.”

“Of course. Give her my kind regards and tell her not to believe you’re

killed too readily next time.”

Tommy grinned.

“I take a lot of killing, sir.”

“So I perceive,” said Mr. Carter dryly. “Well, good-bye. Remember you’re a

marked man now, and take reasonable care of yourself.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Hailing a taxi briskly Tommy stepped in, and was swiftly borne to the Ritz’

dwelling the while on the pleasurable anticipation of startling Tuppence.

“Wonder what she’s been up to. Dogging ‘Rita’ most likely. By the way, I

suppose that’s who Annette meant by Marguerite. I didn’t get it at the time.”

The thought saddened him a little, for it seemed to prove that Mrs. Vandemeyer

and the girl were on intimate terms.

The taxi drew up at the Ritz. Tommy burst into its sacred portals eagerly,

but his enthusiasm received a check. He was informed that Miss Cowley had gone

out a quarter of an hour ago.

CHAPTER XVIII

THE TELEGRAM

BAFFLED for the moment, Tommy strolled into the restaurant, and ordered a

meal of surpassing excellence. His four days’ imprisonment had taught him anew

to value good food.

He was in the middle of conveying a particularly choice morsel of Sole a la

Jeanette to his mouth, when he caught sight of Julius entering the room. Tommy

waved a menu cheerfully, and succeeded in attracting the other’s attention. At

the sight of Tommy, Julius’s eyes seemed as though they would pop out of his

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