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What Fuller meant exactly when he suggested to Marie that there was now a clue to the truth may be gathered from one of the frequent conversations he held on the subject with his friend. Fuller had much to say when he returned to town from his week-end visit to Belstone, but for some little time he did not find a favorable moment for an exhaustive talk. He certainly gave Dick a few hints as to what he had learned, and spoke more or less in a desultory manner, but Latimer's time was so fully taken up with journalism that the matter was not discussed thoroughly until the middle of the week. And even then the chance came about in a somewhat unexpected way, as Alan took the opportunity to detain the reporter when he strolled into the Chancery Lane office for a few minutes. Dick had stated that he was off the chain for a time, and simply wished for a smoke and a rest.

"You can fire away with your work, old son," said Latimer, taking possession of the client's chair. "I sha'n't bother you."

"This affair of the peacock bothers me a deal more than you do," retorted the solicitor, "and I am glad to get you to myself for a few minutes to talk it over. Hitherto you have always rushed off when I wanted you."

"Humanity demands my services, Alan," said Dick ironically, "and I have to earn a ridiculously small income by attending to the squalling of brother man. However, I am at your disposal for one entire hour, so you can burble to your heart's content."

"There is much more than burbling in this matter," rejoined the other man gravely. "You don't take so much interest in this matter as I expected you to, Dick, considering our first conversation on the matter."

Latimer, with a lighted match held over the filled bowl of his pipe, looked up quickly. "Oh, but I do, my son. I am very interested indeed, and if you have things to tell me, as I gather from what you have let drop since you came back from the country, I have information also."

"What about?"

"First your story and then mine," said Dick imperturbably. "All things in order, old boy. I suppose none of your confounded clients will come in to interrupt."

"I don't think so. Things are slack just now, and I am rather glad that they are, as I shall have time to attend to the Rotherhithe matter."

Dick grunted and shook himself, looking like a huge good-natured bear in the fur overcoat which the bitter cold of the December day demanded. "I don't see the use of your bothering about the business unless you are legally retained to thresh it out. Why waste your time?"

"Far from wasting my time," said Alan quietly, "the solution of this mystery means that Miss Inderwick may acquire a large fortune."

"And you, by marrying Miss Inderwick, will gain possession of the same along with a tolerably pretty young woman," said Latimer dryly.

Fuller's dark eyes flashed. "She's the loveliest girl in the world," he cried vehemently, "and you know it."

"I ought to, since you have told me as much as fifty times. But I say, your hint of a large fortune sounds interesting. How much?"

"One hundred to two hundred thousand pounds."

Dick whistled. "The deuce. We are playing with crowns and kingdoms it seems, old son. Fire away. I'm all attention, in the hope that some of the cash may come into my pockets."

Alan took no notice of this flippant remark, but went into the outer office to tell his clerk that he would be engaged for one hour. As a solicitor with a small but certain practice Fuller only enjoyed the ownership of two dingy rooms very badly lighted and still more badly furnished. His inner sanctum only contained a large writing-table, a green-painted iron safe, a shabby bookcase filled with law volumes bound in calf, and a few cane-bottomed chairs. A window with a slanting silvered glass outside to attract the light and reflect it into the dark room, was opposite the door, and beside it was a small grate in which at the present moment burned an equally small fire. Alan returned and seated himself beside this, taking out his pipe to enjoy the hour during which "he sported his oak," as the phrase goes. Dick grunted and sucked at his briar in an opposite chair, waiting for Fuller to open the conversation.

"I told you that Miss Inderwick had given me a clue," began Alan, but was cut short by his friend.

"Why not 'Marie' to me, my haughty solicitor?"

"By all means," said Fuller readily, "since I keep nothing from you. But I have fallen so much into the habit of speaking stiffly about Marie to outsiders, so as to prevent old Sorley from interfering, that I forget how implicitly I can trust you."

"I sha'n't say a word about your wooing to the man, if that's what you mean," growled Dick, "but if you talk of 'Miss Inderwick' I shall expect you to call me 'Mr. Latimer.'"

"Oh, hang your nonsense. Let us get to business."

"How can we when you talk all round the shop?" protested Dick, raising his eyebrows. "Well, go on. You hinted to me that you spoke to Marie about the peacock."

"I did, but not to Mr. Sorley."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't trust him."

"Why not?" inquired Latimer once more and very stolidly.

"Now you ask me a question which is not easy to answer," said Alan, looking meditatively into the fire. "I can give no reason for my mistrust since, so far as I know, Sorley is straight enough on the whole."

"Well then, if he is straight, why mistrust him?"

"I said on the whole he is straight; but he does certain things of which I do not approve."

"Such as stopping your wooing," chuckled the journalist. "Ho! Ho!"

"I rather refer to his selling certain valuable furniture which belongs to Marie, and which I am pretty sure he has no right to dispose of."

"It sounds crooked. But after all he is her guardian, and you don't know what power the will of her father gives him."

"I mean to find that out by an examination of the will at Somerset House, Dicky. Sorley enjoys Marie's income and his own and has the benefit of living at The Monastery rent free. He is, as you know, crazy about jewels, and from what Marie tells me he uses all the cash to buy them. She only has her clothes and a few shillings a week for pocket money. But he never allows her to go into county society, nor does he take her to town."

Latimer removed his pipe and nodded. "He wants her to remain as a flower unseen until she is of age. Then he will hand over the accumulated money in the form of jewels, and will present her to an astonished world when she come of age in a year and his guardianship ceases."

"Hum!" said Alan dubiously, "so you say. But my impressions are quite different. It is my opinion that this precious guardian will not be able to render an honest account of his stewardship, but, when required to do so, will bolt with the jewels upon which he has squandered Marie's money and with the fortune of the peacock if he can find the same."

"Is there any difficulty in finding it, Alan?"

"Yes. In the first place the fortune is hidden and only by gaining possession of the peacock can the clue be found to its whereabouts. And in the second place, even if that bird----"

"The ooff-bird," suggested Latimer vulgarly.

"If you like. But even if it is found there will be a difficulty in reading its riddle."

"Its riddle? Whatever do you mean?"

"What I say," retorted Fuller impatiently. "The secret of the fortune is connected with some secret writing which has to do with the peacock."

"But how can there be secret writing on a metal ornament?"

"I can't say. I don't know. There's an enigma of some sort, a cryptogram."

"This is very interesting but patchy," said Dick, readjusting his big body in the chairs. "Suppose you tell me all from the beginning. Then I might get a glimmer of what you exactly mean."

"Very good, then don't interrupt." And Alan related the strange story of George Inderwick and his faithful servant, who had preserved the secret so faithfully indeed that not even the master had been able to find the jewels. Latimer listened with great attention, and nodded when the story was concluded with an air of satisfaction.

"It's quite a romance," he declared slowly, when Fuller waited for comment, "and there is no doubt that the assassin stole the peacock by murdering Grison in order to get the Begum's gems. No man would have been such a fool as to risk his neck otherwise for a paltry ornament."

"I am not so sure of that, seeing how valuable the peacock is," rejoined the other doubtfully. "It is--as I learned from my father, who saw this fetish of the Inderwicks--as large as a thrush; of pure gold elaborately worked, and is studded with precious stones of more or less price. The tail is spread out and is also jewelled. Now any of those Lascars or Dagoes in Mother Slaig's boarding-house would not mind killing a man by cutting his throat to gain possession of such an object."

"Ah, but the man was not killed in that way. A seaman of whatever nationality would cut a throat, but would not use a slender instrument which scarcely drew any blood to get rid of Grison. The instrument used--which has not been discovered, by the way--suggests a refined criminal."

"A slender instrument," repeated Fuller musingly, "why not a stiletto which an Italian would use? And there are Italian seamen, you know."

Dick nodded. "There is something in that," he admitted, "but we'll let that point alone for the time being. Evidently the peacock is worth more than its intrinsic value to a man who can solve its mystery. Now the question is, how did Grison get hold of the ornament?"

"I see no trouble in answering that, Dicky," and again Alan told the story: this time that one which dealt with Grison's dismissal from his post by Sorley on a charge of forgery, and with the visit of the sister to the big house. Then he related how Miss Grison had spoken to her host and also how she had talked about cryptograms. "Although," concluded Alan, "since I was talking to Marie at the time, I don't exactly know how she introduced that particular subject."

"That she introduced it at all, shows two things," said Latimer decisively. "One, that she knew her brother stole the peacock; and two, she was aware how he was searching for the solution of the cryptogram connected with the bird in order to secure the gems."

"But how could he have learned about the Begum's treasure?" asked Fuller.

"Undoubtedly in the same way as Marie did. Grison, as Sorley's secretary, must have found the manuscript and----"

"But if he found it, why did he not take it with him?"

"I can't explain that. He would have done better had he secured it so that no one else should learn the true value of the peacock. But it was to get the gems that he stole the ornament, and perhaps told the story in a moment of weakness to the third party who afterwards murdered him for its possession. That's what I think. Have you any reason to believe that Sorley himself knows about the peacock cryptogram?"

Fuller jumped up and, laying down his pipe, began to pace the narrow confines of the office. "Yes, I do, and for these reasons. In the first place, Miss Grison would not have mentioned cryptograms to him without she guessed that he knew something; in the second, when I boasted purposely about my knowledge of secret writings, he would not have told me that he had a cryptogram which would baffle my skill, as he certainly did more or less; and in the third, Dicky, he would not have been afraid of Miss Grison."

"What do you mean by that exactly?"

"Well, Sorley told me that he hated Miss Grison and that she annoyed him by saying that he had dismissed her brother unjustly and had practically ruined his life. She walked into the house and all over the house, and yet Sorley did not dare to object either to her taking such a liberty or to her calling him names when Marie and I were present. Also she asked about his motor cycle which I told you he had bought, and inquired if he had been to London. He denied that he had, and she sarcastically advised him not to go lest he should be knocked over in the streets."

"Then I infer," said Dick, slowly removing his pipe, "that you believe Miss Grison suspects Sorley of knowing both the secret of the peacock and that it was in the possession of her brother. Also that he came up to town by means of his motor cycle and murdered the man for its possession?"

"Yes, I do infer as much," said Fuller bluntly and returning to his chair. "If Sorley has not the peacock, and does not know the story of Ferrier, why should he speak to me about cryptograms?"

"But he only made an idle remark which was natural, seeing that Miss Grison spoke of cryptograms, although I admit that it is strange she should talk about them at all unless----"

"Exactly," interrupted the solicitor, tilting back his chair so as to get at the drawer of his writing-table; "unless she believes that he murdered her brother and now possesses the peacock with an intention of learning the cryptogram by employing me to solve it."

"Sorley would scarcely do that when he knows that if he is guilty, such a revelation of his possession of the peacock would condemn him."

"You forget," said Alan, who had extracted a letter from the drawer, "that the fact of the murder being committed for the sake of the peacock has not yet been made public. As I said, I told Marie, but I did not tell Sorley because I mistrust him, and warned her not to do so either. So if Miss Grison's assumption is true Sorley will have no hesitation in enlisting my services, or in showing me the peacock, always presuming that he is indeed the murderer and has it in his possession."

Latimer nodded three times solemnly. "It is strange, and you argue very well, my son. What's that letter you are holding?"

"It's from Sorley and came yesterday morning. I have not had an opportunity of talking about it to you before, as you have been so confoundedly busy. It is a letter," said Fuller, unfolding the missive, "which illustrates the proverb that he who excuses himself accuses himself."

"Ho," said Latimer with a world of meaning, "read it out, my boy."

"There is no need to read it. I can give you the gist in a few words," was Fuller's reply, as he ran his eye rapidly over the lines. "Sorley begs me not to take notice of Miss Grison's wild words, as she is a trifle mad. He had to dismiss her brother for forging his name to a check, but, as the man was also insane--slightly, that is--he did not prosecute him."

"Very kind and Christian-like, Alan, But why does Sorley put up with Miss Grison's vagaries?"

"He declares that he is sorry for her, in this letter."

"And by word of mouth as good as told you that he hated her. Humph! It seems to me that our dear friend is hedging. Well, and what more, Alan?"

"Nothing more on the subject of Miss Grison, save that he declares his contempt for her threats."

"Threats. What threats?" Dick sat up alertly.

"She told him in the presence of Marie, and in my presence also, that he was to wait and see how iniquity would be punished."

"Humph! That looks as though she means to be nasty."

"Exactly. And Sorley's cringing to her implies that he guesses she can make things hot for him. However, he simply ends his letter by saying that when I come to Belstone for Christmas he will have a chat with me on the subject of cryptograms. Did I not say, Dick, that his letter illustrates the proverb I referred to. Why should Sorley think it necessary to explain about Miss Grison and her crazy words--if indeed they are crazy--or why should he wish to talk about cryptograms to me, unless----"

"Quite so," interrupted Dick on the same word and in the same manner as his friend had stopped him previously. "Unless she believes that Sorley made away with her brother. It's a strange case, and grows more complicated as we go into it."

"What is your opinion, Dick?"

"It is rather difficult to give a hard and fast one on what facts we have before us, seeing that we are so much in the dark. By the way, how long has Sorley had the motor bicycle?"

"He told me, or rather hinted at three weeks, but Marie said that he bought it four months ago."

"Humph! So Sorley tells a lie about that, does he? It looks fishy. Certainly on a good machine he could slip up to town and back again in a night without anyone being the wiser."

"Then you think that he committed the murder, by----?" Alan spoke excitedly.

"I can't say that," interrupted Latimer swiftly.

"Oh! You infer then that he is innocent?"

"I can't say that either."

"Then what the deuce do you say?" demanded the lawyer irritably.

"This much. That before we can be sure of Sorley being mixed up with the crime, we must learn for certain if he possesses the peacock of jewels."

"But how can we?"

"We can't, but you can, Alan. Sorley's request that you should talk cryptograms with him at Christmas can only arise from his desire to solve the riddle of the peacock. Wait and hear what he has to say."

"And then?" asked Fuller, nodding approval.

"Then we shall be able to take another step along this dark path. You mean to travel it, I presume?" asked Dick, looking up searchingly.

"Of course I do," replied the young man emphatically. "If those jewels are in existence they belong to Marie, and I want to find them before Sorley does, lest he should make off with them."

"Well," said Latimer grimly, "I daresay he would bolt, both because he loves jewels and moreover--if guilty--must dread risking his neck."

"Guilty? If he possesses the peacock he must be guilty."

"It would appear so, Alan, since only by means of the peacock can the gems be discovered. If he finds them we can assume very reasonably that he killed Baldwin Grison, but as yet so far as we know the jewels are still hidden." Dick thought for a few moments, then ventured on advice. "You have a week or so before taking your Christmas holiday. Why not visit Miss Grison at her boarding-house? You know where it is."

"Yes. She gave me her card. But she won't speak out, Dicky. Had she been certain of Sorley's criminality she would have denounced him then and there to gratify her hatred."

"She may only have a suspicion of his guilt, or perhaps her wish is father to her thought. But it seems to me that by her allusion to the bicycle, and to cryptograms, she wished to arouse your mistrust of the man."

"Still she cannot be aware that Marie told me about the peacock riddle?"

Latimer ruffled his hair in perplexity. "Oh, hang it, what is the use of speculating!" he cried crossly, and rising to stretch his big limbs. "Before we can arrive at any conclusion we must sound Miss Grison as to what she knows, or what she does not know."

"At all events she detests Sorley and, so far as I can see, will do her best to hang him."

"Perhaps. But it is your task to prevent such a miscarriage. Go and see her, Alan, and then tell me what you learn."