Detective and mystery stories; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction
He paused again. Then, very slowly, he made his amazing
suggestion--the words dropping from his lips with an almost fierce
intensity.
"I want you to take my place in the world. I want you to change
clothes with me to-night and go out of this restaurant as Stuart
Northcote."
I took a deep breath and bent forward, gripping the table with my
hands.
"Yes," I said, "and what then?"
"I want you to go back to my house in Park Lane, and for three weeks
to live there as I should have done. If you are still alive at the
end of that time, which is extremely improbable, you can do anything
you please."
For one instant the thought struck me that the whole thing was a
jest--the fruit of some ridiculous bet or the passing whim of a
half-mad millionaire. But one glance at the hard blue eyes, which
were still ruthlessly searching mine, swept the idea abruptly from my
mind.
"But it's impossible," I broke out. "Even if your servants failed to
see the difference, I should certainly be found out directly I met
any of your friends."
"How?" he asked. "They might think I had become forgetful,
eccentric, but what else could they imagine?"
"Oh, think of the hundred things I should be ignorant of: people's
names, your appointments and business affairs--even my way about the
house. Why, I should be bound to betray myself."
"I have thought of all that," he answered harshly. "If I couldn't
provide against it, I should not have made the proposal."
I looked at him curiously. "And what is there to prevent me from
taking your money and making no attempt to keep my side of the
bargain?"
"Nothing," he said, "except your word of honour."
There was a moment's silence. "Well," I said, with a short laugh,
"the security seems rather inadequate, but if it satisfies you--" I
shrugged my shoulders. "Now, let me see if I have got this
interesting offer quite correct. In return for ten thousand
pounds--two thousand in notes and the rest by cheque--I am to become
Mr. Stuart Northcote for three weeks. It is highly probable that
during that time I shall be assassinated. Failing this unfortunate
interruption, I shall then be at liberty to resume my own character."
Northcote bowed, half mockingly as it seemed. "You have stated the
idea admirably," he said.
I helped myself to a second glass of brandy and sipped it with
meditative enjoyment. The prospect of being a millionaire, if only
for three weeks, distinctly appealed to me. Apart from that, there
was something vastly attractive in the fantastic nature of the whole
business. Only a few hours before, I had been grumbling to myself
over the dullness and monotony of life, and here was Fate thrusting
before me an almost incredible chance of adventure and excitement. I
could feel my heart beating faster at the thought.
"If it is not too inquisitive a question," I said calmly, "I should
rather like to know why your removal is a matter of such urgent
importance to someone?"
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