The Complete Tommy and Tuppence 5-Book Collection

‘That’s it – for sure.’

They looked at each other.

‘When I was in France,’ said Tommy reminiscently, ‘whenever my batman failed to call me, he always said that he had come over queer. I never believed it. But whether he felt it or not, there is such a sensation. I’ve got it now! Badly!’

He looked at the rock with a kind of agonized passion.

‘Damn it!’ he cried. ‘It’s impossible! Five years! Think of it! Birds’-nesting boys, picnic parties, thousands of people passing! It can’t be there! It’s a hundred to one against its being there! It’s against all reason!’

Indeed, he felt it to be impossible – more, perhaps, because he could not believe in his own success where so many others had failed. The thing was too easy, therefore it could not be. The hole would be empty.

Julius looked at him with a widening smile.

‘I guess you’re rattled now all right,’ he drawled with some enjoyment. ‘Well, here goes!’ He thrust his hand into the crevice, and made a slight grimace. ‘It’s a tight fit. Jane’s hand must be a few sizes smaller than mine. I don’t feel anything – no – say, what’s this? Gee whiz!’ And with a flourish he waved aloft a small discoloured packet. ‘It’s the goods all right. Sewn up in oilskin. Hold it while I get my penknife.’

The unbelievable had happened. Tommy held the precious packet tenderly between his hands. They had succeeded!

‘It’s queer,’ he murmured idly, ‘you’d think the stitches would have rotted. They look just as good as new.’

They cut them carefully and ripped away the oilskin. Inside was a small folded sheet of paper. With trembling fingers they unfolded it. The sheet was blank! They stared at each other, puzzled.

‘A dummy!’ hazarded Julius. ‘Was Danvers just a decoy?’

Tommy shook his head. That solution did not satisfy him. Suddenly his face cleared.

‘I’ve got it! Sympathetic ink!’

‘You think so?’

‘Worth trying anyhow. Heat usually does the trick. Get some sticks. We’ll make a fire.’

In a few minutes the little fire of twigs and leaves was blazing merrily. Tommy held the sheet of paper near the glow. The paper curled a little with the heat. Nothing more.

Suddenly Julius grasped his arm, and pointed to where characters were appearing in a faint brown colour.

‘Gee whiz! You’ve got it! Say, that idea of yours was great. It never occurred to me.’

Tommy held the paper in position some minutes longer until he judged the heat had done its work. Then he withdrew it. A moment later he uttered a cry.

Across the sheet in neat brown printing ran the words:

WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF MR BROWN.

Chapter 21 (#ulink_65c082a6-16da-5122-8b60-a3909aefcde8)

Tommy Makes a Discovery (#ulink_65c082a6-16da-5122-8b60-a3909aefcde8)

For a moment or two they stood staring at each other stupidly, dazed with the shock. Somehow, inexplicably, Mr Brown had forestalled them. Tommy accepted defeat quietly. Not so Julius.

‘How in tarnation did he get ahead of us? That’s what beats me!’ he ended up.

Tommy shook his head, and said dully:

‘It accounts for the stitches being new. We might have guessed …’

‘Never mind the darned stitches. How did he get ahead of us? We hustled all we knew. It’s downright impossible for anyone to get here quicker than we did. And, anyway, how did he know? Do you reckon there was a dictaphone in Jane’s room? I guess there must have been.’

But Tommy’s common sense pointed out objections.

‘No one could have known beforehand that she was going to be in that house – much less that particular room.’

‘That’s so,’ admitted Julius. ‘Then one of the nurses was a crook and listened at the door. How’s that?’

‘I don’t see that it matters anyway,’ said Tommy wearily. ‘He may have found out some months ago, and removed the papers, then – No, by Jove, that won’t wash! They’d have been published at once.’

‘Sure thing they would! No, someone’s got ahead of us today by an hour or so. But how they did it gets my goat.’

‘I wish that chap Peel Edgerton had been with us,’ said Tommy thoughtfully.

‘Why?’ Julius stared. ‘The mischief was done when we came.’

‘Yes –’ Tommy hesitated. He could not explain his own feeling – the illogical idea that the K.C.’s presence would somehow have averted the catastrophe. He reverted to his former point of view. ‘It’s no good arguing about how it was done. The game’s up. We’ve failed. There’s only one thing for me to do.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Get back to London as soon as possible. Mr Carter must be warned. It’s only a matter of hours now before the blow falls. But, at any rate, he ought to know the worst.’

The duty was an unpleasant one, but Tommy had no intention of shirking it. He must report his failure to Mr Carter. After that his work was done. He took the midnight mail to London. Julius elected to stay the night at Holyhead.

Half an hour after arrival, haggard and pale, Tommy stood before his chief.

‘I’ve come to report, sir. I’ve failed – failed badly.’

Mr Carter eyed him sharply.

‘You mean that the treaty –’

‘Is in the hands of Mr Brown, sir.’

‘Ah!’ said Mr Carter quietly. The expression on his face did not change, but Tommy caught the flicker of despair in his eyes. It convinced him as nothing else had done that the outlook was hopeless.

‘Well,’ said Mr Carter after a minute or two, ‘we mustn’t sag at the knees, I suppose. I’m glad to know definitely. We must do what we can.’

Through Tommy’s mind flashed the assurance: ‘It’s hopeless, and he knows it’s hopeless!’

The other looked up at him.

‘Don’t take it to heart, lad,’ he said kindly. ‘You did your best. You were up against one of the biggest brains of the century. And you came very near success. Remember that.’