"First, your friend Mr. Cleugh must not go near the park. I've already
written him a note to that effect. Secondly, you must act exactly as I
direct. A single slip will mean that the individual will escape, and in
this we must not court failure by any indiscreet move."
"And how do you intend that I should act?" I asked, sitting back in my
writing-chair and looking at the shrewd detective who was known
throughout London as one of the cleverest unravellers of crime, and who
had been successful in so many cases wherein human life had been
involved.
"Well," he said, hesitating, "truth to tell, I would rather that you
didn't go to the park at all."
"Why?"
"Because you could not wait about in the vicinity of the spot indicated
without betraying a sign that you were in expectation of some one," he
answered. "Remember, you are not a detective."
"No," I answered, "I'm not a detective, but I've had a few years'
training in investigations. I think I could disguise my anxiety
sufficiently."
I was extremely anxious to keep the appointment, and his suggestion that
I should not go caused me disappointment and annoyance.
"But if you were seen waiting about, the man we want would certainly not
make his appearance. He'd scent danger at once. We've evidently got to
deal with a very cunning scoundrel."
"I could conceal myself," I declared. "I promise you I will act with
greatest discretion."
"Well," he said at length, after some further demur, "I suppose, then,
you must have your own way. Personally, I don't think the man will be
such a fool as to run his neck into a noose. There's been some clever
work in connexion with this matter, and men capable of such ingenuity
must be veritable artists in crime and not given to the committal of any
indiscretion. The voice in the telephone was a squeaky one, I think you
said?"
"Yes, weak and thin, like an old man's."
Boyd glanced at his watch--a gold hunter with an inscription. It had
been given him by public subscription in Hampstead in recognition of his
bravery in capturing two armed burglars in Fitzjohn's Avenue.
"It's time we went," he exclaimed; but as we rose Dick entered in hot
haste. He had just received Boyd's note and had run round to my office.
"I've been out making an inquiry," he said, having greeted us and
expressed disappointment at Boyd's decision. "I thought, in order to
satisfy myself, and so that I could use the information later on, I
would go round to Professor Braithwaite at the Royal Institution and ask
his opinion of the scientific apparatus found in the laboratory. I went
down to Patterson, got permission to remove it from the house, and took
the whole affair in a cab to the Royal Institution."
"Well, what's the result?" I inquired breathlessly.
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