“I suppose you understand that this is a pretty high-handed sort of proceeding?” began young Clavering agitatedly, half indignantly. “Even the processes of the law have their limits; and to abduct a man and imprison him before there is the ghost of a charge against him ”

There he stopped; his ear caught by a faint metallic click, his eye by a little gleam of light that spat out through the darkness and made a luminous circle upon the earthen floor of the passage. Cleek had switched on his electric torch the better to see his way in carrying his captive to the cell of which he had spoken and was now moving with him toward it. His interest attracted in yet another direction, Geoffrey twitched round his head and made an effort to see the face of his captor. Pretty nearly everybody in England had, at one time or another, heard of the man, and a not unnatural curiosity to see what he was like seized upon young Clavering.

His effort to satisfy that curiosity was, however, without fruit, for the downward-directed torch cast only that one spot of light upon the floor and left everything else in the depths of utter darkness. But that Cleek was aware of this desire upon the part of the young man and of his effort to satisfy it, was very soon made manifest.

“In a minute, my friend have a little patience,” he said serenely. “If you wanted to take me unawares you should have remembered that we must soon come to the cell and I shall have to set you down, and you could then see all that you wanted to without putting me on my guard. What’s that? Oh, yes, I am frequently off it even Argus occasionally shut all his hundred eyes and went to sleep, remember.”

By this time he had travelled the entire length of the passage, and now stood upon the threshold of the cell toward which he was aiming. He was no longer careful to keep the light from illuminating the surroundings, however. Indeed, he had merely done that in the first place to prevent Geoff from seeing, as they passed, the excavation he had made and the clothing he had dug up. He now flashed the light round and round the place as if taking stock of everything. He was not, by the way; what he sought was what he had seen in each of the other cells and hoped to find here as well the iron ring in the wall and the short length of rusty chain attached to it.

The air of antiquity had been perfectly reproduced, and this cell was as carefully equipped as its mates. He walked toward the ring the instant he saw it, switched off the light of the torch, swung Geoff down from his shoulder, unfastened his ankles and one end of the shackles that held his wrists.

“What are you going to do with me now?” demanded young Clavering with sudden hopefulness. “I say look here is this thing a joke after all, and are you going to give me my liberty?”

The only response was a sharp click; then Cleek’s hands fell away from his captive entirely, and under the impression that he was free, young Clavering made an effort to spring up from the ground where he had been laid.

A sharp backward jerk and a twinge of the right wrist brought him to a realization that while one end of the handcuffs still encircled that wrist, the other had been snapped into the ring in the wall, and it was, therefore, impossible for him to move ten inches from the spot where he had been left.

In the utter darkness he had no means of telling if Cleek had or had not left the cell; and in a sort of panic, called out to him.

“I say, officer! Have you left me?” he asked; then hearing a sound quite close to him, a sound so clearly that of some one moving and breathing that his question was answered without words, he added nervously: “What are you up to now? What are you doing that you have to work about it in the dark?”

“Merely twisting up a handkerchief into a form of gag,” replied Cleek, in a tone which clearly indicated that he was speaking with one end of that handkerchief held between his teeth. “It is not a nice thought, the idea of gagging a gentleman as if he were a murderous navvy or a savage dog that needs muzzling. I should much prefer, Mr. Clavering, accepting your parole putting you on your word of honour not to cry out or to make any effort to attract the attention of anybody who may enter this ruin to-night; and if you will give me that ”

“I’ll give you anything rather than undergo any further indignity,” snapped Geoff. “Look here, you know, Mr. Thingamy, this is a beastly caddish trick altogether, jumping on a man in the dark and giving him no chance to defend himself.”

“Unfortunately, the law cannot allow itself to study the niceties of etiquette, my dear sir,” replied Cleek. “It has to go on the principle that the end justifies the means, and it must always be prepared to accept risks. I, as one of its representatives, am, as I have told you, quite ready to accept one now; so if you will give me your word of honour not to make any outcry, the gag can be dispensed with.”

“Very well, then; I do give it.”

“Good! And I accept it; so that’s the end of that, as the fellow said when he walked off the pier,” said Cleek as he ceased twisting up the handkerchief and returned it to his pocket. “But why not go farther and spare us both an unnecessary amount of trouble and discomfort, Mr. Clavering?”

“I don’t know what you mean. Put it a little clearer, please. I’m not good at guessing things.”

“No, you are not; otherwise you might have guessed that when Lady Katharine Fordham denied so emphatically what you knew to be true But no matter; we’ll talk of that some other time.”

“No, we won’t!” flashed in Geoff hotly. “We’ll leave Lady Katharine Fordham’s name out of this business altogether. Understand that? I don’t care whether you’re a police officer or not, by George! Any man that tries to drag her into this affair will have to thrash me, or I’ll thrash him, that’s all. You can believe what you jolly well please about what you overheard. You’ve got no witness to prove that you did hear it; and as for me I’ll lie like a pickpocket and deny every word if you try to make capital out of it against her.”

Cleek laughed, laughed audibly. But there was a note of gratification, even of admiration, underlying it; and he found himself liking this loyal, lovable, hot-tempered boy better and better with every passing moment. But the laughter nettled Geoff, and he was off like a firework in a winking.

“Look here! I’ll tell you what!” he flung out hotly. “If you’ll set me free from this confounded chain and come outside with me and will take a sporting chance if you thrash me I’ll take my medicine and do whatever you tell me; but if I thrash you, you’re to let me go about my business, and to say nothing to anybody about what you happened to hear. Now, then, speak up. Which are you a man or a mouse?”

“I know which you are, at all events,” replied Cleek, with still another laugh. “You have some most original ideas of the workings of the law, it must be admitted, if you think Scotland Yard affairs can be settled in that way.”

“You won’t come out and stand up to me like a man, then?”

“No, I won’t; because if I did I should catch myself wanting to clap you on the back and shake hands with you, and wishing to heaven that I were your father. But wait stop! You needn’t go off like a blessed skyrocket, my lad. There’s still a way to do very much what you have proposed, and that I was about to mention when you tore at me about Lady Katharine. I said, if you remember, that you might go farther than simply give me your word of honour with regard to the gagging part of the matter, and might save us both a lot of trouble and discomfort.”

“Yes, I know you did. Well, what of it? What trouble and discomfort can be saved?”

“A great deal if you are wise as well as loyal, my boy. It couldn’t be a very pleasant experience for you to pass the night in a place like this. Nevertheless, it is absolutely imperative that you should not return to your home to-night, and that your stepmother should have no hint of where you had gone or what had become of you.”

“Why?”

“That’s my affair, and you will have to pardon me if I keep it to myself. Now, then, why not make matters easier and pleasanter for you and for me by giving me your word of honour that if I let you go free from this place, and promise not to say one word of what I overheard pass between you and Lady Katharine Fordham, you will secretly journey up to London, stop there the night, and neither by word, nor deed will let a hint of your whereabouts or of what has passed between us this evening get to the ears or the eyes of any one at Clavering Close? Come now; that’s a fair proposition, is it not?”

“I don’t know; I can’t think what’s at the bottom of it. Good Lord!” with a sudden flash of suspicion “you don’t mean that you suspect that Lady Clavering, my stepmother and just because I said she was out on the Common last night? If that’s your game Look here, she’s as pure as ice and as good as gold, my stepmother, and my dear old dad loves her as she deserves to be loved. If you’ve hatched up some crazy idea of connecting her with this affair simply because De Louvisan was an Austrian and she’s an Austrian, too ”

“Oho!” interjected Cleek. “So Lady Clavering is an Austrian, eh? I see! I see!”

“No, you don’t. And don’t you hint one word against her! So if it’s part of your crawling spy business to get me to give my parole so that you may sneak over to Clavering Close and play another of your sneaking abduction tricks on her, just as you have played it on me ”

“Ease your mind upon that subject. I have no intention of going near Clavering Close, nor yet of sending anybody there. Another thing: I have not, thus far, unearthed even the ghost of a thing that could be said to connect Lady Clavering with the crime. Do you want me to tell you the truth? It is you against whom all suspicions point the strongest; and I want you to go away to-night simply that I may know if you have spoken the truth, or are an accomplished actor and a finished liar!”

“What’s that? Good Lord! how can my disappearing for a night prove or disprove that?”

“Shall I tell you? Then listen. I meant at first to keep it to myself, but ” His voice dropped off; there was a second of silence, then a faint clicking sound, and a blob of light struck up full upon his face. “Look here,” he said suddenly, “do you know this man?”

Clavering looked up and saw in the circle of light a face he had never seen in life before a hard, cynical face with narrowed eyes and a thin-lipped, cruel mouth.

“No,” he said, “if that is what you look like. I never saw such a man before.”

“Nor this one?”

In the circle of light the features of the drawn face writhed curiously, blent, softened, altered made of themselves yet another mask. And young Clavering, pulling himself together with a start, found himself looking again into the living countenance of Monsieur Georges de Lesparre.

“Good heavens above!” he said with a catch in his voice. “Then you were that man you? And Mr. Narkom knew all the time?”

“Oui, m’sieur to both questions oui. It shall again be I, mon ami; and I shall remember me last night vair well. And now since m’sieur shall haf so good a recollection of zis party voila! He may tell me what he remembers of this one also.”

Then in a flash the face was gone, and another changed utterly and completely was there.

“Barch!” exclaimed young Clavering, shrinking back from the man as though he were uncanny. “And you are that man Philip Barch, Ailsa Lorne’s friend? You are that man, too?”

“Yes, I am that man, too,” replied Cleek. “I have made these silent confessions that you may know that you may understand before I make another and equally candid one. If I had chosen not to let you know the real identity of Philip Barch, you have seen how easily I could have kept that secret. Now that you know me you will understand how honestly and straightforwardly I intend to deal with you. You asked me why I wanted you to disappear for a night, and I have told you that I may prove to my own satisfaction whether you are what I hope you are, or are merely a clever actor and an accomplished liar. If what you said about your stepmother’s reason for following you out upon the Common last night is as true as you would have had Lady Katharine Fordham believe, her interest in you must be an abnormal one; and if it is as great as you represent ah, well, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Not all the powers on this earth will be able to keep her indoors should you be mysteriously missing. But if it is not so great, if you have lied about that as about other things, Lady Clavering will not come out in quest of you herself, but will leave that to her husband and her servants; and I shall know then that you have simply been playing a part that you have something to hide and some desperate reason for hiding it. Now, then, knowing what threatens, knowing what I am up to, knowing what trap has been set for you, will you give me your parole and go up to London to-night and face the issue of that act like a man?”