June 9, 2025 • 15 mins
In The Just Men of Cordova (1917), a series of European financiers from London to Cordova are dying under mysterious circumstances, falling victim to an unidentified poison. Edgar Wallace, in his previous novel, introduced us to a group of vigilantes known as the Four Just Men, who are renowned for their ingenuity, persistence, lock breaking skills, and mastery of disguise. They operate in the shadowy realm beyond the law, their lethal justice instilling terror in their targets. But who are these men and who supports their cause? Edgar Wallace, a prolific author from the golden age of detective fiction, penned over 170 novels, including King Kong. With over 160 films based on his work, and a publishers claim that a quarter of all books read in England at the time were his, Wallaces influence is undeniable. - Summary by ASharma
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Chapter thirteen of The Just Men of Cordoba by Edgar Wallace.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by
a Toolsharma, Winnipeg, Canada, Chapter thirteen, Who are the Four?
Lord Verland sat at breakfast behind an open copy of
The Times. Breakfast was ever an unsociable meal at Verlande House.
(00:23):
Lady Mary, in her neat morning dress, was content to
read her letters and her papers without expecting conversation from
the old man. He looked across at her. His face
was thoughtful in repose. She had always thought it rather fine,
and now his grave eyes were watching her with an
expression she did not remember having seen before. Mary, He
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asked abruptly, are you prepared for a shock? She smiled,
though somewhat uneasily. These shocks were often literal facts. I
think I can survive it, she said. There was a
long pause during which his eyes did not leave her face.
Would you be startled to know that that young demon
of a brother of yours is still alive? Alive? She exclaimed,
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starting to her feet. There was no need for the
old man to ask exactly how she viewed the news.
Her face was flushed with pleasure, joy, shone in her eyes.
Oh is it really true? She cried. It's true enough,
said the old man, moodily, very curious how things turn out.
I thought the young beggar was dead, did you. Oh,
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don't talk like that, uncle, You don't mean it. I
mean it all right, snapped the earl. Why shouldn't I.
He was infernally rude to me. Do you know what
he called me before he left? But that was sixteen
years ago, said the girl sixteen grandmothers, said the old man.
It doesn't make any difference to me. If it was
sixteen hundred years he still said it. He called me
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a tiresome old boar. What do you think of that?
She laughed, and a responsive gleam came to the old
man's face. It's all very well for you to laugh,
he said, but it's rather a serious business for a
member of the House of Lords to be called a
tiresome old boar by a youthful Etonian. Naturally, remembering his
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parting words and the fact that he had gone to America,
added to the very important fact that I am a
churchman and a regular subscriber to church institutions. I thought
he was dead, after all. One expects some reward from
an all wise providence. Where is he, she asked, I
don't know, said the Earl. I traced him to Texas.
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Apparently he was on a farm there until he was
twenty one. After that, his movement seemed to have been
somewhat difficult to trace. Why, she said, suddenly pointing an
accusing finger at him. You've been trying to trace him
for a fraction of a second. The old man looked, confused.
I've done nothing of the sort, he snarled. You think
I'd spend my money to trace a rascal? Who? Oh,
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you have? She went on, I know you have. Why
do you pretend to be such an awful old man? Anyway?
I think he's found out, he complained. It takes away
a great deal of the fortune which would have come
to you. I don't suppose Gresham will watch you now,
she smiled. He rose from the table and went to
the door. Tell that infernal villain which one James? He
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replied that, I'm not to be disturbed. I'm going to
my study. I'm not to be disturbed by anyone for
any reason. Do you understand if it was a busy
morning for his lordship? It was no less so for
Black and his friend. For it was Monday and settling day,
and in numerous clubs in London, expectant bookmakers, in whose
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volumes the names of Black and Sir Isaac were freely inscribed,
examined their watches with feelings that bordered upon apprehension. But
to the surprise of everybody who knew the men, the
settlements were made. Session of wealth had come to the firm.
Sir Isaac Tramber spent that afternoon pleasantly. He was raised
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from the depths of despair to the heights of exaltation.
His debts of honor were paid. He felt it was
possible for him to look the world in the face.
As a taxi drove him swiftly to Black's office, he
was whistling gaily and smiling at the politely veiled surprise
of one of his suspicious bookmakers. The big Man was
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not at his office, and Sir Isaac, who had taken
the precaution of instructing his driver to wait, redirected him
to the Chelsea Flat. Black was dressing for dinner when
Sir Isaac arrived. Hullo, he said, motioning him to a seat,
you're the man I want. I've got a piece of
information that will please you. You are the sort of
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chap who was scared by these four just men. Well
you needn't be any more. I've found out all about them.
It cost me two hundred pounds to make the discovery,
but it's worth every penny. He looked at a sheet
of paper lying before him. Here is the list of
their names. A curious collection. Eh. You wouldn't suspect a
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Wesleyan of taking such steps as these chaps have taken.
A bank manager in South London, mister Charles Grimbard, you've
heard of him. He's the art connoisseur, an unexpected person. Eh.
And Wilkinson Despard, he's the fellow I suspected most of all.
I've been watching the papers very carefully. The Post Harold,
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the journal he writes for, has always been very well
informed upon these outrages of the four. They seem to
know more about it than any other paper. And then,
in addition, this man Despard has been writing pretty vigorously
on social problems. He's got a place in Jermyn Street.
I put a man on to straighten his servant, who
has been betting he had lost money. My man has
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been at him for a couple of weeks. There they are,
he tossed the sheet across, less awe inspiring than they
stick to their masks and their funny titles. Sir Isaac
studied the list with interest. But there are only three here,
he said. Who is the fourth? The fourth is the leader?
Can't you guess who it is? Gresham? Of course Gresham.
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I haven't any proof, said Black. It's only surmise, but
I would stake all I have in the world that
I'm right. He's the very type of man to be
in this, to organize it, to arrange the details. Are
you sure the fourth is Gresham, asked Sir Isaac. Again,
pretty sure, said Black. He had finished his dressing and
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was brushing his dress coat carefully with a whisk brush.
Where are you going, asked Sir Isaac. I have a
little business tonight, replied the other. I don't think you
would interest you very much. He stopped his brushing for
a moment. He seemed deep in thought. On consideration, he said, slowly,
perhaps it will interest you. Come along to the office
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with me. Have you dined? No, not yet. I'm sorry
I can't dine, you said Black, I have an important
engagement after this, which is taking all my attention at present.
You're not dressed, he continued. That's good. We're going to
a place where people do not, as a rule dress
for dinner. Over his own evening suit, he drew a
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long overcoat, which he buttoned the neck. He selected a
soft felt hat from the wardrobe in the room and
put it on before the looking glass. Now come along,
he said. It was dusk, and the wind, which howled
through the deserted street, justified the rapping he had provided.
He did not immediately call a cab, but walked until
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they came to Vauxhall Bridge Road. By this time, Sir
Isaac's patience and powers of pedestrianism were almost exhausted. Oh lord,
he said irritably. This is not the kind of jaw
I like. Particularly have a little patience, said Black. You
don't expect me to call cabs and Chelsea and give
my directions for half a dozen people to hear. You
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don't seem to realize, Ikey, that you and I are
being very closely watched. Well, they could be watching us now,
said Sir Isaac, with truth. They may be, but the
chances are that nobody will be near enough when we
give directions to the driver as to our exact destination.
Even Sir Isaac did not catch it. So low was
the voice of Black instructing the driver through the little
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pane at the back of the cab. Black scrutinized the
vehicles following their route. I don't think there is anybody
after us at present, he said. It isn't a very
important matter, but if the information came to the fore
that their plans were being checkmated, it might make it
rather awkward for us. The cab passed down the winding
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road which leads from the Oval to Kennington Green. It
threaded away through the traffic and struck the Camberwell Road
half way down. Black put out his head and the
cab turned sharply to the left. Then he tapped at
the window. When it stopped, he got out, followed by
Sir Isaac. Just wait for me at the end of
the street, he said to the driver. He handed the
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man some money as a guarantee of his bonafides, and
the two moved off. The street was one of very
poor artisan houses, and Black had recourse to an electric lamp,
which he carried in his pocket to discover the number
he wanted. At last, he came to a small house
with a tiny patch of garden in front, and knocked.
A little girl opened the door. Is mister Farmer in,
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said Black, Yes, sir, said the little girl. Will you
go up? She led the way up the carpeted stairs
and knocked at a small door on the left. A
voice bade them come in. The two men entered. Seated
by the table in a poorly furnished room, lit only
by the fire, was a man. He rose as they entered.
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I must explain, said Black, that mister Farmer has rented
this room for a couple of weeks. He only comes
here occasionally to meet his friends. This he went on,
motioning to sir, Isaac is a great friend of mine.
He closed the door and waited till the little girl's
footsteps on the stairs had died away. The advantage of
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meeting in this kind of house, said the man called Farmer,
is that the slightest movement shakes the edifice from roof
to basement. He spoke with what might be described as
a mock culture voice. It was the voice of a
common man who had been much in the company of gentlemen,
and who endeavored to imitate their intonation without attempting to
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acquire their vocabulary. You can speak freely, mister Farmer, said Black.
This gentleman is in my confidence. We are both interested
in this ridiculous organization. I understand you have now left
mister Wilkinson Despard's employment. The man nodded, yes, sir, he said,
with a little embarrassed cough, I left him yesterday. Now
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have you found out who the fourth is? The man hesitated,
I am not sure, sir. It is only fair to
tell you that I am not absolutely certain, but I
think you could gamble on the fact that the fourth
gentleman is mister Horace Gresham. You didn't say that, said Black,
until I suggested the name myself. The man did not
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flinch at the suspicion involved in the comment. His voice
was even as he replied that I admit, sir, but
the other three gentlemen I knew. I had nothing to
do with the fourth. He used to come to mister
Despard's late at night, and I admitted him. I never
saw his face and never heard his voice. He went
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straight to mister Despard's study. And if you knew how
the house was portioned out, you would realize that it
was next to impossible to hear anything. How did you
come to know that these men were the four? Asked
black Well, Sir, said the other, obviously ill at ease
by the way the servants generally find things. I listened,
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and yet you never found out who the leader was. No, sir,
have you discovered anything else of which I am not aware? Yes, sir,
said the man eagerly. I discovered before I left mister
Desberd's employ that they've got you set. That's an old
army term which means they've marked you down for punishment.
Oh they have, have, they said black I overheard that
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last night. You see, the meeting generally consisted of four.
The fourth very seldom turned up unless there was something
to do. But he was always the leading spirit. It
was he who found the money when money was necessary.
It was he who directed the four to their various occupations,
and it was he who invariably chose the people who
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had to be punished. He has chosen you, I know, sir.
They had a meeting the night before last. They were
discussing various people, and I heard your name. How could
you hear I was in the next room, sir. There's
a dressing room leading out of mister Despard's room where
these conferences were held. I had a duplicate key. Black
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rose as if to go. It almost seems a pity
you have left that, Johnny. Did they ever speak about me,
asked Sir Isaac, who had been an attentive listener. I
don't know your name, sir, said the servant deferentially, No,
and you jolly well won't, answered the baronet promptly. I hope, gentlemen,
said the man that now I have lost my employment,
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you'll do whatever you can to find me another place
if either of you, gentlemen, want a reliable man servant.
He looked inquiringly at Sir Isaac as being the more
likely of the two, not me, said the other brutally.
I find all my work cut out to keep my
own secrets without having any damn eavesdropping man on the
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premises to spy on me. The man against whom this
was directed did not seem particular be hurt by the
bluntness of the other. He merely bowed his head and
made no reply. Black took a flat case from his
inside pocket, opened it and extracted two notes. Here are
twenty pounds, he said, which makes two hundred and twenty
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pounds you have had from me. Now, if you can
find out anything else worth knowing, I don't mind making
it up to three hundred pounds, but it has got
to be something good. Keep in with the servants, you know,
the rest of them. Is there any reason why you
shouldn't go back to the flat, No, sir, said the man.
I was merely discharged for carelessness. Very good, said Black.
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You know my address and where to find me. If
anything turns up, let me know, yes, sir. By the way,
said Black, as he made a move to go. Did
the four contemplate taking any action in the immediate future, No, sir,
said the man eagerly. I am particularly sure of that.
I heard them discussing the advice of ability of parting.
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One gentleman wanted to go to the continent for a month,
and another wanted to go to America to see about
his mining property. By the way, they all agreed there
was no necessity to meet for a month. I gathered
that for the time being they were doing nothing. Excellent,
said Black. He shook hands with the servant and departed
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pretty beastly sort of man to have about the house,
said Sir Isaac as they walked back to the cab. Yes,
said black Good humoredly, but it isn't my house, and
I feel no scruples in the matter. I do not,
he added, virtuously approve of tapping servants for information about
their masters and mistresses. But there are occasions when this
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line of conduct is perfectly justified. And of Chapter thirteen
Chapter thirteen of The Just Men of Cordoba by Edgar Wallace.
This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by
a Toolsharma, Winnipeg, Canada, Chapter thirteen, Who are the Four?
Lord Verland sat at breakfast behind an open copy of
The Times. Breakfast was ever an unsociable meal at Verlande House.
(00:23):
Lady Mary, in her neat morning dress, was content to
read her letters and her papers without expecting conversation from
the old man. He looked across at her. His face
was thoughtful in repose. She had always thought it rather fine,
and now his grave eyes were watching her with an
expression she did not remember having seen before. Mary, He
(00:45):
asked abruptly, are you prepared for a shock? She smiled,
though somewhat uneasily. These shocks were often literal facts. I
think I can survive it, she said. There was a
long pause during which his eyes did not leave her face.
Would you be startled to know that that young demon
of a brother of yours is still alive? Alive? She exclaimed,
(01:09):
starting to her feet. There was no need for the
old man to ask exactly how she viewed the news.
Her face was flushed with pleasure, joy, shone in her eyes.
Oh is it really true? She cried. It's true enough,
said the old man, moodily, very curious how things turn out.
I thought the young beggar was dead, did you. Oh,
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don't talk like that, uncle, You don't mean it. I
mean it all right, snapped the earl. Why shouldn't I.
He was infernally rude to me. Do you know what
he called me before he left? But that was sixteen
years ago, said the girl sixteen grandmothers, said the old man.
It doesn't make any difference to me. If it was
sixteen hundred years he still said it. He called me
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a tiresome old boar. What do you think of that?
She laughed, and a responsive gleam came to the old
man's face. It's all very well for you to laugh,
he said, but it's rather a serious business for a
member of the House of Lords to be called a
tiresome old boar by a youthful Etonian. Naturally, remembering his
(02:16):
parting words and the fact that he had gone to America,
added to the very important fact that I am a
churchman and a regular subscriber to church institutions. I thought
he was dead, after all. One expects some reward from
an all wise providence. Where is he, she asked, I
don't know, said the Earl. I traced him to Texas.
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Apparently he was on a farm there until he was
twenty one. After that, his movement seemed to have been
somewhat difficult to trace. Why, she said, suddenly pointing an
accusing finger at him. You've been trying to trace him
for a fraction of a second. The old man looked, confused.
I've done nothing of the sort, he snarled. You think
I'd spend my money to trace a rascal? Who? Oh,
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you have? She went on, I know you have. Why
do you pretend to be such an awful old man? Anyway?
I think he's found out, he complained. It takes away
a great deal of the fortune which would have come
to you. I don't suppose Gresham will watch you now,
she smiled. He rose from the table and went to
the door. Tell that infernal villain which one James? He
(03:24):
replied that, I'm not to be disturbed. I'm going to
my study. I'm not to be disturbed by anyone for
any reason. Do you understand if it was a busy
morning for his lordship? It was no less so for
Black and his friend. For it was Monday and settling day,
and in numerous clubs in London, expectant bookmakers, in whose
(03:46):
volumes the names of Black and Sir Isaac were freely inscribed,
examined their watches with feelings that bordered upon apprehension. But
to the surprise of everybody who knew the men, the
settlements were made. Session of wealth had come to the firm.
Sir Isaac Tramber spent that afternoon pleasantly. He was raised
(04:07):
from the depths of despair to the heights of exaltation.
His debts of honor were paid. He felt it was
possible for him to look the world in the face.
As a taxi drove him swiftly to Black's office, he
was whistling gaily and smiling at the politely veiled surprise
of one of his suspicious bookmakers. The big Man was
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not at his office, and Sir Isaac, who had taken
the precaution of instructing his driver to wait, redirected him
to the Chelsea Flat. Black was dressing for dinner when
Sir Isaac arrived. Hullo, he said, motioning him to a seat,
you're the man I want. I've got a piece of
information that will please you. You are the sort of
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chap who was scared by these four just men. Well
you needn't be any more. I've found out all about them.
It cost me two hundred pounds to make the discovery,
but it's worth every penny. He looked at a sheet
of paper lying before him. Here is the list of
their names. A curious collection. Eh. You wouldn't suspect a
(05:08):
Wesleyan of taking such steps as these chaps have taken.
A bank manager in South London, mister Charles Grimbard, you've
heard of him. He's the art connoisseur, an unexpected person. Eh.
And Wilkinson Despard, he's the fellow I suspected most of all.
I've been watching the papers very carefully. The Post Harold,
(05:30):
the journal he writes for, has always been very well
informed upon these outrages of the four. They seem to
know more about it than any other paper. And then,
in addition, this man Despard has been writing pretty vigorously
on social problems. He's got a place in Jermyn Street.
I put a man on to straighten his servant, who
has been betting he had lost money. My man has
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been at him for a couple of weeks. There they are,
he tossed the sheet across, less awe inspiring than they
stick to their masks and their funny titles. Sir Isaac
studied the list with interest. But there are only three here,
he said. Who is the fourth? The fourth is the leader?
Can't you guess who it is? Gresham? Of course Gresham.
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I haven't any proof, said Black. It's only surmise, but
I would stake all I have in the world that
I'm right. He's the very type of man to be
in this, to organize it, to arrange the details. Are
you sure the fourth is Gresham, asked Sir Isaac. Again,
pretty sure, said Black. He had finished his dressing and
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was brushing his dress coat carefully with a whisk brush.
Where are you going, asked Sir Isaac. I have a
little business tonight, replied the other. I don't think you
would interest you very much. He stopped his brushing for
a moment. He seemed deep in thought. On consideration, he said, slowly,
perhaps it will interest you. Come along to the office
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with me. Have you dined? No, not yet. I'm sorry
I can't dine, you said Black, I have an important
engagement after this, which is taking all my attention at present.
You're not dressed, he continued. That's good. We're going to
a place where people do not, as a rule dress
for dinner. Over his own evening suit, he drew a
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long overcoat, which he buttoned the neck. He selected a
soft felt hat from the wardrobe in the room and
put it on before the looking glass. Now come along,
he said. It was dusk, and the wind, which howled
through the deserted street, justified the rapping he had provided.
He did not immediately call a cab, but walked until
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they came to Vauxhall Bridge Road. By this time, Sir
Isaac's patience and powers of pedestrianism were almost exhausted. Oh lord,
he said irritably. This is not the kind of jaw
I like. Particularly have a little patience, said Black. You
don't expect me to call cabs and Chelsea and give
my directions for half a dozen people to hear. You
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don't seem to realize, Ikey, that you and I are
being very closely watched. Well, they could be watching us now,
said Sir Isaac, with truth. They may be, but the
chances are that nobody will be near enough when we
give directions to the driver as to our exact destination.
Even Sir Isaac did not catch it. So low was
the voice of Black instructing the driver through the little
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pane at the back of the cab. Black scrutinized the
vehicles following their route. I don't think there is anybody
after us at present, he said. It isn't a very
important matter, but if the information came to the fore
that their plans were being checkmated, it might make it
rather awkward for us. The cab passed down the winding
(08:45):
road which leads from the Oval to Kennington Green. It
threaded away through the traffic and struck the Camberwell Road
half way down. Black put out his head and the
cab turned sharply to the left. Then he tapped at
the window. When it stopped, he got out, followed by
Sir Isaac. Just wait for me at the end of
the street, he said to the driver. He handed the
(09:08):
man some money as a guarantee of his bonafides, and
the two moved off. The street was one of very
poor artisan houses, and Black had recourse to an electric lamp,
which he carried in his pocket to discover the number
he wanted. At last, he came to a small house
with a tiny patch of garden in front, and knocked.
A little girl opened the door. Is mister Farmer in,
(09:31):
said Black, Yes, sir, said the little girl. Will you
go up? She led the way up the carpeted stairs
and knocked at a small door on the left. A
voice bade them come in. The two men entered. Seated
by the table in a poorly furnished room, lit only
by the fire, was a man. He rose as they entered.
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I must explain, said Black, that mister Farmer has rented
this room for a couple of weeks. He only comes
here occasionally to meet his friends. This he went on,
motioning to sir, Isaac is a great friend of mine.
He closed the door and waited till the little girl's
footsteps on the stairs had died away. The advantage of
(10:14):
meeting in this kind of house, said the man called Farmer,
is that the slightest movement shakes the edifice from roof
to basement. He spoke with what might be described as
a mock culture voice. It was the voice of a
common man who had been much in the company of gentlemen,
and who endeavored to imitate their intonation without attempting to
(10:34):
acquire their vocabulary. You can speak freely, mister Farmer, said Black.
This gentleman is in my confidence. We are both interested
in this ridiculous organization. I understand you have now left
mister Wilkinson Despard's employment. The man nodded, yes, sir, he said,
with a little embarrassed cough, I left him yesterday. Now
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have you found out who the fourth is? The man hesitated,
I am not sure, sir. It is only fair to
tell you that I am not absolutely certain, but I
think you could gamble on the fact that the fourth
gentleman is mister Horace Gresham. You didn't say that, said Black,
until I suggested the name myself. The man did not
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flinch at the suspicion involved in the comment. His voice
was even as he replied that I admit, sir, but
the other three gentlemen I knew. I had nothing to
do with the fourth. He used to come to mister
Despard's late at night, and I admitted him. I never
saw his face and never heard his voice. He went
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straight to mister Despard's study. And if you knew how
the house was portioned out, you would realize that it
was next to impossible to hear anything. How did you
come to know that these men were the four? Asked
black Well, Sir, said the other, obviously ill at ease
by the way the servants generally find things. I listened,
(12:02):
and yet you never found out who the leader was. No, sir,
have you discovered anything else of which I am not aware? Yes, sir,
said the man eagerly. I discovered before I left mister
Desberd's employ that they've got you set. That's an old
army term which means they've marked you down for punishment.
Oh they have, have, they said black I overheard that
(12:26):
last night. You see, the meeting generally consisted of four.
The fourth very seldom turned up unless there was something
to do. But he was always the leading spirit. It
was he who found the money when money was necessary.
It was he who directed the four to their various occupations,
and it was he who invariably chose the people who
(12:48):
had to be punished. He has chosen you, I know, sir.
They had a meeting the night before last. They were
discussing various people, and I heard your name. How could
you hear I was in the next room, sir. There's
a dressing room leading out of mister Despard's room where
these conferences were held. I had a duplicate key. Black
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rose as if to go. It almost seems a pity
you have left that, Johnny. Did they ever speak about me,
asked Sir Isaac, who had been an attentive listener. I
don't know your name, sir, said the servant deferentially, No,
and you jolly well won't, answered the baronet promptly. I hope, gentlemen,
said the man that now I have lost my employment,
(13:34):
you'll do whatever you can to find me another place
if either of you, gentlemen, want a reliable man servant.
He looked inquiringly at Sir Isaac as being the more
likely of the two, not me, said the other brutally.
I find all my work cut out to keep my
own secrets without having any damn eavesdropping man on the
(13:54):
premises to spy on me. The man against whom this
was directed did not seem particular be hurt by the
bluntness of the other. He merely bowed his head and
made no reply. Black took a flat case from his
inside pocket, opened it and extracted two notes. Here are
twenty pounds, he said, which makes two hundred and twenty
(14:15):
pounds you have had from me. Now, if you can
find out anything else worth knowing, I don't mind making
it up to three hundred pounds, but it has got
to be something good. Keep in with the servants, you know,
the rest of them. Is there any reason why you
shouldn't go back to the flat, No, sir, said the man.
I was merely discharged for carelessness. Very good, said Black.
(14:38):
You know my address and where to find me. If
anything turns up, let me know, yes, sir. By the way,
said Black, as he made a move to go. Did
the four contemplate taking any action in the immediate future, No, sir,
said the man eagerly. I am particularly sure of that.
I heard them discussing the advice of ability of parting.
(15:01):
One gentleman wanted to go to the continent for a month,
and another wanted to go to America to see about
his mining property. By the way, they all agreed there
was no necessity to meet for a month. I gathered
that for the time being they were doing nothing. Excellent,
said Black. He shook hands with the servant and departed
(15:22):
pretty beastly sort of man to have about the house,
said Sir Isaac as they walked back to the cab. Yes,
said black Good humoredly, but it isn't my house, and
I feel no scruples in the matter. I do not,
he added, virtuously approve of tapping servants for information about
their masters and mistresses. But there are occasions when this
(15:44):
line of conduct is perfectly justified. And of Chapter thirteen
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