Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 431 pages of information about Cleek.

Cleek: the Man of the Forty Faces eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 431 pages of information about Cleek.

“Headland,” put in Cleek adroitly, and with a look at Narkom as much as to say, “Don’t give me away.  I may not care to take the case when I hear it, so what’s the use of letting everybody know who I am?” Then he switched round in his chair, rose, and held out his hand.  “Mr. George Headland, of the Yard, Mr. Bawdrey.  I don’t trust Mr. Narkom’s proverbially tricky memory for names.  He introduced me as Jones once, and I lost the opportunity of handling the case because the party in question couldn’t believe that anybody named Jones would be likely to ferret it out.”

“Funny idea, that!” commented young Bawdrey, smiling, and accepting the proffered hand.  “Rum lot of people you must run across in your line, Mr. Headland.  Shouldn’t take you for a detective myself, shouldn’t even in a room full of them.  College man, aren’t you?  Thought so.  Oxon or Cantab?”

“Cantab—­Emmanuel.”

“Oh, Lord!  Never thought I’d ever live to appeal to an Emmanuel man to do anything brilliant.  I’m an Oxon chap; Brasenose is my alma mater.  I say, Mr. Narkom, do give me a cup of tea, will you?  I had to slip off while the others were at theirs, and I’ve run all the way.  Thanks very much.  Don’t mind if I sit in that corner and draw the curtain a little, do you?” his frank, boyish face suddenly clouding.  “I don’t want to be seen by anybody passing.  It’s a horrible thing to feel that you are being spied upon, at every turn, Mr. Headland, and that want of caution may mean the death of the person you love best in all the world.”

“Oh, it’s that kind of case, is it?” queried Cleek, making room for him to pass round the table and sit in the corner, with his back to the window and the loosened folds of the chintz curtain keeping him in the shadow.

“Yes,” answered young Bawdrey, with a half-repressed shudder and a deeper clouding of his rather pale face.  “Sometimes I try to make myself believe that it isn’t, that it’s all fancy, that she never could be so inhuman, and yet how else is it to be explained?  You can’t go behind the evidence; you can’t make things different simply by saying that you will not believe.”  He stirred his tea nervously, gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of it, and then set the cup aside.  “I can’t enjoy anything; it takes the savour out of everything when I think of it,” he added, with a note of pathos in his voice.  “My dad, my dear, bully old dad, the best and dearest old boy in all the world!  I suppose, Mr. Headland, that Mr. Narkom has told you something about the case?”

“A little—­a very little indeed.  I know that your father went to Java, and married a second wife there; and I know, too, that you yourself were rather taken with the lady at one time, and that she threw you over as soon as Mr. Bawdrey senior became a possibility.”

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