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THE COPPER HOUSE
A Detective Story
I
J
BY
JULIUS REGIS
AUTHOR OF “NO 13 TORONI”
Tassler turned his head and
caught sight of them. Leo
went up to him, and both men
raised their hats simultaneous
ly, whilst the young man said:
“I am pleased to meet you,
Mr. Tassler; 1 am Leonard
Grath. I don’t know if you
have come out here to see me,
but in any case....”
“Yes, I have come to speak
to you.” said the other heavi
ly. “I hear that you no longer
wish to sell the Copper House.
Is that true?”
“Perfectly true,” replied
Leo politely.
Marcus Tassler looked at
him as though this reply was
not unexpected, and puffed
away at his cigar.
“My clinet is prepared to in
crease his offer,” he said after
« minute.
Leo smiled.
“It is not a question of in
creasing the offer, but of the
entire rejection of any offer
Whatsoever... .Besides, your
client is Mr. Andrei Bernin,
Isn’t he? I have been talking
to him, but he didn’t allude to
the matter; it does not «eem
to interest him any longer,”
added the young man boldly.
Lona Ivanovna stood listening
to them, her eyes bright, and
her lips tightly shut, but she
laid nothing. Tassler turned
to her:
“Can I see Andrei Ivanov
ttch!” he asked sharply;
“Rastakov tells me that your
brother is up.... ”
The old lady turned, and
went indoors.
“Allow me to show you the
Way, gentlemen,” she said,
over her shoulder. Her voice
and look bore thaces of an in
ward conflict.
Another peal of thunder
tumbled in the distance.
CHAPTER X.
The Situation Becomes Acute.
Maurice Wallion had gone
down the windnig staircase
just as the gardener came into
the kitchen, and from his hid
ing place he heard Rosenthal
inquire in a low voice:
“Where is Rastakov?”
A gruff voice, which obvi
ously belonged to the man on
guard by the kitchen door, re
plied :
“He is at the lodge.”
There was a little rustling
sound, as Rosenthal threw the
roses down on a table, and he
called out:
“Here are your roses, Lona
Ivanovna. I hear you have
visitors, and Tassler and the
baron are expected,” and
without waiting for an answer,
the gardener went out again.
Wallion, who had remained
motionless on the stairs, heard
a distant sound from the front
of the house, and hesitated
over his next move. Presently
he went up to the first floor
and, after listening a little, he
opened a window at the back
of the house, and jumped soft
ly down. He slipped into the
shrubbery, and skirted the
wall of the terrace until he
came in sight of the main en
trance. He heard the old lady
request the gentlemen to fol
low her, and saw them enter
the house behind her. Rasta
kov and the young girl re
mained together, and the for
mer'said shortly:
“What are you waiting
for?”
She went up to mm, and
said, in a grave voice that con
trasted oddly with her girlish
appearance:
“Justice must he done. That
is what I am waiting for.” She
looked straight at Ra'stakov’s
swarthy face, and he returned
her gaze fixedly.
“Justice! That is a wonder
ful word, Sonia Andreievna.
There is no justice nowadays;
the bayonets have put an end
to it. The future is blood-red.
Both Navies Have Spies.
By Jonathan Mitchell in Outlook.
Both the American and British
navies have their own special spies,
and sometimes they outshine the ad
mirals themselves. To some English
naval officers the most glamorous
•nan in the last war was not Fisher
nor Jellicoe nor Beatty, but a spy
called Mr C.
Mr. C’s greatest exploit, according
to the legend which has grown up
around him. was impersonating a
member of General Ludendorff's
staff and taking lunch with Emperor
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Sonia Andreievna; don’t pin
your hopes to it.”
He spoke in a hard, bitter
voice, then turned and left her.
The girl put both her hands
up to her face, and ran down
the terrace; like some little
lost animal, she stood still,
then ran on again, crying soft
ly to herself. At last she
threw herself onto a bench
under the shade of the syringn j
trees, crouched down in the I
farthest corner of it, and
buried her face in her arms. A
low murmur of voces could be
heard through the open win
dows of the dining room. .
Wallion, concealed by the
trees, took a few steps to
wards the avenue, and sawT in
the distance Baron Fayerling
approaching, accompanied by
the lodgekeeper, Tugan, and
tw# of the forest guards. They
were walking briskly along, at
the pace of a marching patrol.
At the same moment, the Prob
lem-hunter made another, and
far from reassuring discovery:
across the field on either side
of the avenue, he noticed a
number of men, posted at
equal distances from each oth
er, and stretching as far as the
eye could reach....a double
“cordon” was being draivn
round the Copper House.
Double, indeed; for when Wal
lion turned round, he saw five
or six fellows with guns file
on to the terrace from te op
posite direction, and take up
their position close to the
house. No chance of getting
past them!
lie was caugnt m a trap.
The outer “cordon,” which
embraced a considerable area,
was being gradually contract
ed. lie calculated the number
of men to be about 40.
“They have brought re
inforcements,” he reflected.
“Something must be going to
happen; the gang is assem
bling—they only want the
great, invisible Gabriel Ortiz
to make things complete;” and
he looked all round him, and
bit bis lips. A fe\y raindrops
were beginning to patter on
the dry leaves, and towards the
sea, dark thunder-clouds were
gathering in heavy masses.
* » #
Lona Ivanovna appeared
again; she went over to her
niece and took her by the
shoulder.
“Come indoors,” she said
softly and gently; “Sonia, I
believe that a miracle might
happen, but we must keep a
brave face, and never cry for
quarter.”
The girl got up; her eyes
were dry now, and she took
her aunt’s hand, like a child,
and went in with her.
It was very quiet in the din
ing room where the others
were assembled. Tassler was
standing in the middle of the
room, Leo by the window on
the righthand side, and Rasta
kov—his arms theatrically
folded—by the door. No one
was speaking, but it was evi
dent that something had just
been said which astonished I
them, and they were all looking '
at the blind man in his arm :
chair, as though they expected
him 1o say something more.
Andrei Bernin was sitting
with his white head turned to-;
wards them; now and then, he
rubbed his hands as tough
they were cold, but he re
mained silent. I
it j* vrry strange, sam
Tassler at length, in a thick,
grumbling voice: “it is most
extraordinary, Andrei Bernin,
that you <1 id not find this out
before. You state that you
no longer wish to buy the Cop
per House, because you are too
poor! You owe both Mr. Grath
and myself an explanation.”
“I never said that I was
rich enough to buy the Copper
House. It is as much as I can
afford to remain here as its
kaiser's entourage was accustomed
to receiving messages from him
whom they had never seen before,
so this story may very likely be
based on fact.
Mr. C is also supposed to have
gone Into Moscow at the time, just
after the war, when the British were
attacking from Archangel, and to
have gained the confidence of Len
lne and Trotsky to such an extent
that he was made an official of the
bolshevist government.
1 Even lesser spies are felt to be ro
mantic characters. One Londoner
tells of turning into his Piccadilly
club at about 3 in the morning, while
the war was on, and finding a man,
dressed in the uniform of a German
tenant. Why do you ask me,
Marcus, when you know that
you have always managed ev
erything?''
“Exactly, 1 undertook to see
to all your buisness for you.
You—poor! Why, man, you
have been ill for so long, that
your *ideas have grown quite
hazy! Your money has multi
plied enormously, invested in
the Finno-Russian Import and
Export company; don’t you
realize that?’5
Tassler spoke rapidly and
loudly, as though he anticipat
ed some interruption; he
mopped his cheeks and fore
head with his handkerchief,
and looked at Andrei Bernin
with a very unwonted expres
sion of obsequious servility.
“Surely you are capable of
understanding ns much of
your business as that,’’ he con
tinued... .“of course, 1 have
done my best for you.”
“Perhaps,” answered the
blind man; “perhaps you
have, Marcus; but I am not
going to buv the Copper
House.”
Tassler lifted his small,
plump hands, and turned to
Lona Ivanovna.
“Always the same! This
poor brother of yours hasn’t
the slightest idea of business!
1 begin to think that you
must have acted on your own
responsibility during his ill
ness. Can’t you make him see
reason ?”
“I don’t think that is nec
essary,” she answered quietly.
“You don’t?”
“No, not since yesterday—
when Sergius came here.”
“Sergius!”
i es, Marcus, up to yester
day, 1 still believed in you,
and allowed you to act for us.
That’s all over. Now you
must act for yourself.”
‘‘And that is the most dif
ficult of all,” added the feeble
voice of the blind man, philo
sophically.
Marcus Tassler turned dis
tinctly paler; it was impossi
ble to -ignore the challenge of
Lona Ivanovna’s tone and
whole demeanor. Even Leo
noticed it, and to relieve the
painful tension, he said pleas
antly, and as unconcernedly
as he could:
‘‘Yes, there we arc agreed,
my dear Mr. Tassler. When
the purchaser will not buy, nor
the seller sell, the whole
transaction comes automatical
ly to an end. For the exact
details, I must ask you to be
so good ns to refer to Mr. Bur
chardt.”
Tassler turned to him, with
the ponderous agility of a hip
popotamus.
‘‘I will do so, Mr. Grath.”
“That will be all right,
then.”
‘‘And I shall tell him that
you have refused the best of
fer that has ever been made
for a property,” continued
Tassler. ‘‘My conscience is
clear, at any rte.”
‘‘Not altogether, Marcus,”
said the blind man from his
corner.
Tassler ’ s obsequiousness
crackled like a mirror at a
blow from a hammer, and be
very different face, with an
hind the mirror appeared a
gry eyes, distorted features,
and lips drawn back in an ugly
snarl.
“Listen to me, Andrei,” he
cried out quickly and breath
lessly, “and you too, Lona. I
can see quite welt*that Sergius
has bewitched you. Take care!
Sergius is not what he was, he
has taken the wrong road, and
anyone who shelters him is
hound to be ruined.”
“What do you want?” she
asked.
“I want to speak to him be
fore it is too late.”
“It is too late, now.”
“That's impossible!”
“Marcus Tassler, it is all
over. You cannot alter things
now.”
“Not I perhaps, but cer
tainly .... ”
“Certainly who?” a voice
interrupted him, and the baron
came into the room. “Can you
mean me, by any chance?”
Tassler was silent. The bar
on had staged his entrance
submarine captain, asleep in the bil
liard room.
While he went/4o rouse the club
servants the man vanished, and it
was not until after armistice that he
discovered that the man had been
dear old Bilkinsop, who had flown
hack from the North Sea to report
to the admiralty, and not anticipat
ing that any one would be up and
abort at such an hour, sneaked into
the club for a few minutes’ sleep.
The abilhy of the British admir
alty’s secret service is widely ad
mitted, even by Americans. An at
tache of our embassy in London de
clares that more than once our navy
with the skill and aplomb cf
an accomplished actor. He
advanced with the friendly air
of a casual visitor, but no one
could ignore the imperious
gesture with which lie imposed
silence upon his partner. The
lash was inflicted with a smile:
“By Jove, Tassler, how you
do hold forth! Madame lva
novna, don’t let us dispute
over trifles. Be so good as to
introduce me to your brother
and to the owner of the Cop
per House.”
As the old lady did not
move, he completed the cere
mony himself, with easy grace,
pressing the blind man's pas
sive hand, and bowing low te
Loo.
“You have a remarkably
fine old property, Mr. Gratli,”
he remarked, “but it is very
much out of the world, and all
sorts of queer things might
happen here, without anybody
having the slightest suspicion
of what was going on. I am
thinking more particularly of
the ease of Bernard Jenin, and
wlint is likelv to be the result
of it.”
He smoother his D'Annunzio
beard, looked from one face
to another, and repeated
thoughtfully:
“What the results may be.”
A pause followed these
words. The blind man re
marked :
“Logic teaches us that one
of two results will follow:
either Bernard Jenin will be
captured, or lie will not. 1 in
cline towards the latter hy
pothesis.”
“Indeedt” replied the bar
on. “Logic is a wonderful sci
ence, my dear Mr. Bernin; I
also argue logically, and I say:
Bernard Jenin certainly came
to the Copper House; he cer
tainly did not leave it again:
therefore he must still be in
the Copper House. It is as
easy to prove as this other lit
tle syllogism: Thieves deserve
punishment: Bernard Jenin is
a thief: therefore Bernard
Jenin deserves punishment.”
“Are you not first bound to
prove that he is a thief?” sug
gested Leo, and Sonia flashed
a grateful look at him.
The baron affected to be
much surprised, and turned
courteously to the speaker:
“Certainly,” he admitted,
“but only to those whose busi
ness it is to plead for the
thief.”
Leo colored.
“As the owner of the Cop
per House,” he said more
sharply, ‘‘it seems to me that
I have a right to know wheth
er I am harboring a thief in
my house, or not.”
“Most assuredly. Will it
content you if I can show that
the fellow robbed me?”
Leo replied with a stiff bow.
“Well, Mr. Garth, allow me
to inform you that an impor
tant paper—the so-called Tar
raschin memorandum—whilst
on its way to me from Russia
was stolen by Bernard Jenin,
and is still in his possession
Tasslor and Rastakov are my
witnesses; is that sufficient?”
“ \ es, if no one takes cxeep
tion to your statement, or to
your witnesses.” Leo looked
at Lona Ivanovna, but, to his
surprise, she turned her face
away.
The baron smiled supercili
ously, and the young man, ir
ritated, he knew not why, said
deliberately:
“No doubt you are right;
and you are quite at liberty tc
call in the police."
Ilastakov made an involun
tary movement, but the baron
checked her with a glance,
and answered:
‘‘The police? Yes, I would
do so, if I had plenty of time
to spare, aud if I was not un
willing to compromise my dear
friends here—” and lie looked
at Andrei Bernin and the two
ladies. ‘‘As it is essential that
I should have the paper by this
evening, I must unfortunately
take the matter into my own
hands.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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