The Changeling (45 page)

We put off talking in any depth about the disappearance of Celeste and the terrible position Benedict was in; but it was there all the time, hanging over us, reminding us that we were inclined to let our happiness over Pedrek’s release from suspicion make us forget.

Morwenna said: “I suppose you will want to do some shopping while you are here?”

“I daresay …”

“I shan’t be able to come with you as I should have liked. I have one or two engagements, made before I knew you were coming.”

“I understand that … and I’ll get round quicker on my own.”

I wondered what they would say if they knew I proposed to visit The Yellow Canary the next day.

I spent the next morning with Morwenna. Justin had gone off to his office where he worked on the consignments of tin which were sent to various parts of the country and the Continent.

In the afternoon Morwenna went out, full of apologies, to fulfill an engagement. I told her I should be perfectly all right.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon and as soon as Morwenna left, I went out, hailed a cab and asked to be taken to The Yellow Canary. The cab driver looked rather surprised at such a request coming from a respectable looking female in the middle of the afternoon.

We drew up before a building in a rather narrow side street. On the wall by the door was the model of a yellow canary, so I knew I had come to the right place.

I alighted and went to the door. I rang a bell. After a few moments a hatch was drawn back and a pair of eyes were looking at me.

“Yes?” asked a male voice.

“Could I speak to the manager?” I asked.

“We’re not open.”

“I know. But I want to make some enquiries.”

“You the press?”

“No. I’m a friend of Mr. Oliver Gerson.”

I fancied that made some impression. He paused. “I could tell him you called.”

“When will he be here?”

“I don’t know. Comes and goes. Wait a minute.” He opened the door and I stepped into a dark little lobby. I was confronted by a flight of stairs.

“Does Mr. Gerson know you’re coming?”

“No. But I have to get in touch with him. It’s urgent.”

He looked at me for a few seconds as though summing me up. “I’ll tell you,” he said at length. “He might be at The Green Light. Yes … he’s likely to be there.”

“The Green Light? Where is that?”

“Just a few streets from here. All the clubs are close. It’s club area, you see. I’ll tell you how to get there. It’s simple. Turn to your right and go along to the end of this street, cross the road and you’ll see Lowry Street. The Green Light’s on the right. You can’t miss it. It’s got a green light outside.”

“Like your yellow canary.”

“That’s right. You might well find him there at this time.”

I thanked him and came out into the street. He had given me clear instructions and it was not difficult to find The Green Light.

The door was open and I went in. There was a similar small dark lobby and a flight of stairs. A woman came out of a side door.

“Good afternoon,” I said.

“Good afternoon. Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Mr. Oliver Gerson. Is he here?”

“What name is it?”

“Miss Mandeville.”

“Could I ask what it’s about?”

“It’s a personal matter.”

She looked at me suspiciously. “He’s not here, I’m afraid.”

My heart sank. “Could you give me an address where I could get into touch with him?”

“Well, I couldn’t do that, but if you leave your name and address, I’ll get a message to him.”

“I’m staying with friends and I may not be in London for long. Would you tell him it is urgent.”

Then I heard a voice say: “Why, it is! What a surprise, Rebecca!”

Oliver Gerson was coming down the stairs.

“It’s all right, Emily,” he said to the girl. “This young lady is a friend of mine.”

“Oh,” I cried. “I am so pleased to have found you.”

“As pleased as I was when I gathered you were looking for me.”

“I thought you would still be in the club business.”

“Yes, when the new people took over they wanted me to stay on and look after the management. I did so … on my own terms. But this is no place to entertain a lady like yourself. There’s a tea place round the corner. We’ll be comfortable there and you can tell me to what I owe the pleasure of this visit.”

He led me out of The Green Light and we walked to the end of the street while he told me how well I looked and as beautiful as ever—no, more so.

It was the typical Gerson charm and I did not believe a word of it; but I had to admit it was pleasant and I felt—as I always had—that he would be easy to talk to.

We crossed a road and in the next street was the little shop. Tables were not too close together and they were already serving tea though the place was not very full.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Gerson. A table for two?”

“Not too public a one, please, Marianna.”

“I know, sir.”

She smiled roguishly and gave me a speculative but friendly smile.

The table was in an alcove rather apart from the others.

“Ideal,” said Oliver. “Now bring us some tea and some of those superb scones of yours, please.”

She gave him an almost tender look and I thought, He may be a blackmailer and all sorts of a villain but he knows how to make people happy. Belinda … Lucie … and even the woman in the shop.

When tea was brought the waitress received a charming smile from him and I noticed that she served him as though it were a special pleasure to do so.

“Now tell me what this is about?” he said.

“Do you know anything about Celeste Lansdon?”

A smile curved his lips. “I know that she has made quite a stir. It’s hardly a secret. Poor Mr. Lansdon! I can’t help feeling sorry for him. He’s in a rather nasty position. There’s no doubt about that.”

“You hate him, don’t you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve been annoyed with him.”

“He has suffered a great deal through this.”

“It won’t do him much harm. You’ll see. He’ll pop up again.”

“He has lost his chances in the Cabinet.”

“Well, he lost his seat once, didn’t he … over that first wife of his. And yet … there he was … all set for getting to the top. It’s all part of life … anyway the life of a man such as he is. He’s down … then he’s up. And the ability to fall and rise again … that’s the mark of a strong man.”

“You sound rather pleased about his troubles.”

“You could hardly expect me to go into sackcloth and ashes, could you?”

“No … but perhaps a little sympathy.”

“I am afraid we are not all as good as you obviously are.”

“Do you know anything about Celeste Lansdon’s disappearance?”

“Why should you think I would know about it?”

“I saw you with her once. You were coming out of The Hanging Judge.”

“I did not see you. I wish I had.”

“So … I know you were in touch with her.”

“Poor girl! He treated her badly, didn’t he? He neglected her. She was very unhappy. You can try people too far. What a juicy scandal it is! In view of his past history particularly. He was lucky to get out of the club business when he did.”

“You have stayed in it.”

“My dear Rebecca, I am not a budding cabinet minister. I can live my own quiet life and as long as I am on the right side of the law, I am in the clear.”

“Providing you don’t indulge in a little … blackmail?”

He was taken aback for a moment or two and I went on: “I overheard a conversation of yours. You were offering to marry me in exchange for some partnership. Do you remember?”

“Listeners do not often get the entire story. Marrying you would have been no hardship, but I did think that having family ties with Benedict Lansdon would have been advantageous, especially when the lady in question was the most charming I was ever likely to meet.”

“I’d rather you dispensed with the gallantry.”

“It’s genuine. I am very fond of you. I like your spirit. You are bold to come rashly to night clubs … even by day. They are no place for a respectable young lady.”

“I gathered that. But you must know that Benedict has … and still is … suffering a great deal.”

“It can’t have been easy for him. Do you care so much about that? I gathered that he was not one of your favorite people.”

“That has changed. He has done a great deal for me. I want to help him if I can.”

“A great deal… for
you
?”

“Yes, he has helped to put things right between me and the man I hope to marry.”

“This lucky man is …?”

I made an impatient movement, and he went on: “I mean he is the lucky one … the luckiest man on Earth. Is it Pedrek Cartwright?”

“Yes.”

“And he has done this marvelous thing? What is in it for him?”

“Nothing. You don’t understand. He could not bring himself to forget the past … the death of my mother … now he is breaking through. He and I …”

“It’s very touching,” he said with a hint of cynicism.

I half rose. “I can see it is no use …”

“Of course that’s not so. Listen to me. I want to help you.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“From the bottom of my heart.”

“You are so superficially charming, I admit, but I do not know how much I can believe.”

“You can believe that I would do a great deal to help you.” He looked so sincere that I really did begin to believe him.

“Tell me about Pedrek,” he said, and rather to my surprise I found myself relating what had happened in Cornwall, of the part Belinda had played in ruining our lives which might have been forever had it not been for Benedict.

“That child! What a wild creature she is! I was fond of her, you know.”

“And she of you. In fact it was because of you that she did this terrible thing.”

“She’s got imagination, that one, but I am amazed that she went so far as that … even for my sake.”

An idea suddenly came to me.

I said: “Did she by any chance help you to get the key to the locked room?”

He smiled at me provocatively.

“She did, of course,” I said. “Why didn’t I think of it? She stole Mrs. Emery’s key, didn’t she?”

He continued to smile.

“And she brought it to you. You had a copy made. Then she returned it to Mrs. Emery’s room.”

“Sounds plausible, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, how could you! To use a child in such deception!”

“What a devoted little creature she is. I had to see those papers, you know. I had to be sure of my facts.”

“And you found out that there had been negotiations for The Devil’s Crown.”

“How clever you are. There is no need for me to tell you because you know already. Oh yes, Miss Belinda would do a great deal for me.”

“Her feelings are rather superficial,” I said with a touch of malice. “She has now transferred her devotion to another male visitor to the house. An Australian, who owns a goldmine out there. He tells racy stories about the Outback and has quite pushed you out of her mind.”

“Well, perhaps it is for the best. And Benedict got to the bottom of it, did he? Why?”

“For the satisfaction of seeing me happy.”

“He has turned over a new leaf then?”

“We are all turning over new leaves. It is a good thing to do. There might be more to gain from helping people than from taking revenge for petty slights. Will you help me?”

“You believe that I am involved in this, don’t you?”

“I heard you say you would take your revenge on him, that’s why.”

“My dependence on him is over, you know.”

“And you have had the satisfaction of. seeing that there was no place in the Cabinet for him.”

“Was he very upset?”

“It was you who said he takes blows calmly and he did in this case. But he has changed. If only there could be some answer to this riddle … he might find some happiness.”

“Providing it was the right answer. I heard that they were digging near the house.”

I nodded. “The ground appeared to have been recently disturbed and it gave them ideas.”

“And nothing was revealed.”

“No. I do not believe she is dead. Oh, if only she would comeback.”

“Do you think they would live happy ever after, if she did?”

“I think if he would try … and she would try … they might. I told you he had changed.”

He took my hand which was lying on the table, and pressed it.

“You are a very nice girl, Rebecca,” he said. “I should have been lucky if it had all turned out to plan.”

“I should never have married you. There was always …”

“The lucky Pedrek.”

“I think he has not been very lucky so far. When—and if—he comes back I intend that he shall be.”

“I am envying him more and more. Do you know, I should like to help you.”

“You see now why I wanted to find you. It just occurred to me that as you had been meeting Celeste you might have known something.”

“Where are you staying?”

“At the Cartwrights’ …”

“The lucky Pedrek’s parents’ house. I know it. How long shall you be there?”

“No more than a week.”

“You have come to London on a quest. You want to solve the mystery of Celeste’s disappearance. You want to do it for him because he has been so good to you. He has turned over a new leaf and will be the loving husband and stepfather. He will take the wayward Belinda to his heart and you will all be as one happy family.”

“Please don’t laugh at me.”

“I am not laughing. I am overcome with admiration. It means a lot to you, does it not?”

“A great deal.”

“I think it was so noble of you to come on your pilgrimage of detection. I will do all I can to help.”

“How? Do you think you can?”

“Who knows?”

I said: “I think I should go now.”

“You are disappointed.”

“It was a faint hope. It just occurred to me that she might have said something to you.”

He looked up from his teacup and smiled at me.

“Thank you for the tea,” I said, “and for listening to me.”

“I will settle with Marianna and then we will find a cab and I’ll take you home.” He paused and smiled at me. “Don’t be alarmed. I shall not attempt to oppose the ban and shall make no attempt to darken doors.”