The Complete Tommy and Tuppence 5-Book Collection

Tommy fell in with this demand in so far as he gave him a guarded version of the disappearance of Jane Finn, and of the possibility of her having been mixed up unawares in ‘some political show.’ He alluded to Tuppence and himself as ‘private inquiry agents’ commissioned to find her, and added that they would therefore be glad of any details Mr Hersheimmer could give them.

That gentleman nodded approval.

‘I guess that’s my right. I was just a mite hasty. But London gets my goat! I only know little old New York. Just trot your questions and I’ll answer.’

For the moment this paralysed the Young Adventurers, but Tuppence, recovering herself, plunged boldly into the breach with a reminiscence culled from detective fiction.

‘When did you last see the dece – your cousin, I mean?’

‘Never seen her,’ responded Mr Hersheimmer.

‘What?’ demanded Tommy astonished.

Hersheimmer turned to him.

‘No, sir. As I said before, my father and her mother were brother and sister, just as you might be’ – Tommy did not correct this view of their relationship – ‘but they didn’t always get on together. And when my aunt made up her mind to marry Amos Finn, who was a poor school teacher out West, my father was just mad! Said if he made his pile, as he seemed in a fair way to do, she’d never see a cent of it. Well, the upshot was that Aunt Jane went out West and we never heard from her again.

‘The old man did pile it up. He went into oil, and he went into steel, and he played a bit with railroads, and I can tell you he made Wall Street sit up!’ He paused. ‘Then he died – last fall – and I got the dollars. Well, would you believe it, my conscience got busy! Kept knocking me up and saying: What about your Aunt Jane, way out West? It worried me some. You see, I figured it out that Amos Finn would never make good. He wasn’t the sort. End of it was, I hired a man to hunt her down. Result, she was dead, and Amos Finn was dead, but they’d left a daughter – Jane – who’d been torpedoed in the Lusitania on her way to Paris. She was saved all right, but they didn’t seem able to hear of her over this side. I guessed they weren’t hustling any, so I thought I’d come along over, and speed things up. I phoned Scotland Yard and the Admiralty first thing. The Admiralty rather choked me off, but Scotland Yard were very civil – said they would make inquiries, even sent a man round this morning to get her photograph. I’m off to Paris tomorrow, just to see what the Prefecture is doing. I guess if I go to and fro hustling them, they ought to get busy!’

The energy of Mr Hersheimmer was tremendous. They bowed before it.

‘But say now,’ he ended, ‘you’re not after her for anything? Contempt of court, or something British? A proud-spirited young American girl might find your rules and regulations in wartime rather irksome, and get up against it. If that’s the case, and there’s such a thing as graft in this country, I’ll buy her off.’

Tuppence reassured him.

‘That’s good. Then we can work together. What about some lunch? Shall we have it up here, or go down to the restaurant?’

Tuppence expressed a preference for the latter, and Julius bowed to her decision.

Oysters had just given place to Sole Colbert when a card was brought to Hersheimmer.

‘Inspector Japp, C.I.D. Scotland Yard again. Another man this time. What does he expect I can tell him that I didn’t tell the first chap? I hope they haven’t lost that photograph. That Western photographer’s place was burned down and all his negatives destroyed – this is the only copy in existence. I got it from the principal of the college there.’

An unformulated dread swept over Tuppence.

‘You – you don’t know the name of the man who came this morning?’

‘Yes, I do. No, I don’t. Half a second. It was on his card. Oh, I know! Inspector Brown. Quiet unassuming sort of chap.’

Chapter 6 (#ulink_fab4e409-f80e-5ede-8e06-9ea9ad049e17)

A Plan of Campaign (#ulink_fab4e409-f80e-5ede-8e06-9ea9ad049e17)

A veil might with profit be drawn over the events of the next half-hour. Suffice it to say that no such person as ‘Inspector Brown’ was known to Scotland Yard. The photograph of Jane Finn, which would have been of the utmost value to the police in tracing her, was lost beyond recovery. Once again ‘Mr Brown’ had triumphed.

The immediate result of this set-back was to effect a rapprochement between Julius Hersheimmer and the Young Adventurers. All barriers went down with a crash, and Tommy and Tuppence felt they had known the young American all their lives. They abandoned the discreet reticence of ‘private inquiry agents,’ and revealed to him the whole history of the joint venture, whereat the young man declared himself ‘tickled to death.’

He turned to Tuppence at the close of the narration. ‘I’ve always had a kind of idea that English girls were just a mite moss-grown. Old-fashioned and sweet, you know, but scared to move round without a footman or a maiden aunt. I guess I’m a bit behind the times!’

The upshot of these confidential relations was that Tommy and Tuppence took up their abode forthwith at the Ritz, in order, as Tuppence put it, to keep in touch with Jane Finn’s only living relation. ‘And put like that,’ she added confidentially to Tommy, ‘nobody could boggle at the expense!’

Nobody did, which was the great thing.

‘And now,’ said the young lady on the morning after their installation, ‘to work!’

Mr Beresford put down the Daily Mail, which he was reading, and applauded with somewhat unnecessary vigour. He was politely requested by his colleague not to be an ass.

‘Dash it all, Tommy, we’ve got to do something for our money.’

Tommy sighed.

‘Yes, I fear even the dear old Government will not support us at the Ritz in idleness for ever.’

‘Therefore, as I said before, we must do something.’

‘Well,’ said Tommy, picking up the Daily Mail again, ‘do it. I shan’t stop you.’

‘You see,’ continued Tuppence. ‘I’ve been thinking –’

She was interrupted by a fresh bout of applause.

‘It’s all very well for you to sit there being funny, Tommy. It would do you no harm to do a little brain work too.’

‘My union, Tuppence, my union! It does not permit me to work before 11 a.m.’

‘Tommy, do you want something thrown at you? It is absolutely essential that we should without delay map out a plan of campaign.’

‘Hear, hear!’

‘Well, let’s do it.’

Tommy laid his paper finally aside. ‘There’s something of the simplicity of the truly great mind about you, Tuppence. Fire ahead. I’m listening.’

‘To begin with,’ said Tuppence, ‘what have we to go upon?’

‘Absolutely nothing,’ said Tommy cheerily.

‘Wrong!’ Tuppence wagged an energetic finger. ‘We have two distinct clues.’

‘What are they?’

‘First clue, we know one of the gang.’

‘Whittington?’

‘Yes. I’d recognize him anywhere.’

‘Hum,’ said Tommy doubtfully. ‘I don’t call that much of a clue. You don’t know where to look for him, and it’s about a thousand to one against your running against him by accident.’