Edgar Wallace

Bones in London

Warsaw 2018

Contents

I. BONES AND BIG BUSINESS

II. HIDDEN TREASURE

III. BONES AND THE WHARFINGERS

IV. THE PLOVER-LIGHT CAR

V. A CINEMA PICTURE

VI. A DEAL IN JUTE

VII. DETECTIVE BONES

VIII. A COMPETENT JUDGE OF POETRY

IX. THE LAMP THAT NEVER WENT OUT

X. THE BRANCH LINE

XI. A STUDENT OF MEN

XII. BONES HITS BACK

I. BONES AND BIG BUSINESS

There was a slump in the shipping market, and men who were otherwise decent citizens wailed for one hour of glorious war, when Kenyon Line Deferred had stood at 88 1/2;, and even so poor an organization as Siddons Steam Packets Line had been marketable at 3 1/8;.

Two bareheaded men came down the busy street, their hands thrust into their trousers pockets, their sleek, well-oiled heads bent in dejection.

No word they spoke, keeping step with the stern precision of soldiers. Together they wheeled through the open doors of the Commercial Trust Building, together they left-turned into the elevator, and simultaneously raised their heads to examine its roof, as though in its panelled ceiling was concealed some Delphic oracle who would answer the riddle which circumstances had set them.

They dropped their heads together and stood with sad eyes, regarding the attendant’s leisurely unlatching of the gate. They slipped forth and walked in single file to a suite of offices inscribed “Pole Brothers, Brokers,” and, beneath, “The United Merchant Shippers’ Corporation,” and passed through a door which, in addition to this declaration, bore the footnote “Private.”

Here the file divided, one going to one side of a vast pedestal desk and one to the other. Still with their hands pushed deep into their pockets, they sank, almost as at a word of command, each into his cushioned chair, and stared at one another across the table.

They were stout young men of the middle thirties, clean-shaven and ruddy. They had served their country in the late War, and had made many sacrifices to the common cause. One had worn uniform and one had not. Joe had occupied some mysterious office which permitted and, indeed, enjoined upon him the wearing of the insignia of captain, but had forbidden him to leave his native land. The other had earned a little decoration with a very big title as a buyer of boots for Allied nations. Both had subscribed largely to War Stock, and a reminder of their devotion to the cause of liberty was placed to their credit every half-year.

But for these, war, with its horrific incidents, its late hours, its midnight railway journeys by trains on which sleeping berths could not be had for love or money, its food cards and statements of excess profits, was past. The present held its tragedy so poignant as to overshadow that breathless terrifying moment when peace had come and found the firm with the sale of the Fairy Line of cargo steamers uncompleted, contracts unsigned, and shipping stock which had lived light-headedly in the airy spaces, falling deflated on the floor of the house.

The Fairy Line was not a large line. It was, in truth, a small line. It might have been purchased for two hundred thousand pounds, and nearly was. To-day it might be acquired for one hundred and fifty thousand pounds, and yet it wasn’t.

“Joe,” said the senior Mr. Pole, in a voice that came from his varnished boots, “we’ve got to do something with Fairies.”

“Curse this War!” said Joe in cold-blooded even tones. “Curse the Kaiser! A weak-kneed devil who might at least have stuck to it for another month! Curse him for making America build ships, curse him for––”

“Joe,” said the stout young man on the other side of the table, shaking his head sadly, “it is no use cursing, Joe. We knew that they were building ships, but the business looked good to me. If Turkey hadn’t turned up her toes and released all that shipping––”

“Curse Turkey!” said the other, with great calmness. “Curse the Sultan and Enver and Taalat, curse Bulgaria and Ferdinand––”

“Put in one for the Bolsheviks, Joe,” said his brother urgently, “and I reckon that gets the lot in trouble. Don’t start on Austria, or we’ll find ourselves cursing the Jugo-Slavs.”

He sighed deeply, pursed his lips, and looked at his writing-pad intently.

Joe and Fred Pole had many faults, which they freely admitted, such as their generosity, their reckless kindness of heart, their willingness to do their worst enemies a good turn, and the like. They had others which they never admitted, but which were none the less patent to their prejudiced contemporaries.

But they had virtues which were admirable. They were, for example, absolutely loyal to one another, and were constant in their mutual admiration and help. If Joe made a bad deal, Fred never rested until he had balanced things against the beneficiary. If Fred in a weak moment paid a higher price to the vendor of a property than he, as promoter, could afford, it was Joe who took the smug vendor out to dinner and, by persuasion, argument, and the frank expression of his liking for the unfortunate man, tore away a portion of his ill-gotten gains.

“I suppose,” said Joe, concluding his minatory exercises, and reaching for a cigar from the silver box which stood on the table midway between the two, “I suppose we couldn’t hold Billing to his contract. Have you seen Cole about it, Fred?”

The other nodded slowly.

“Cole says that there is no contract. Billing offered to buy the ships, and meant to buy them, undoubtedly; but Cole says that if you took Billing into court, the judge would chuck his pen in your eye.”

“Would he now?” said Joe, one of whose faults was that he took things literally. “But perhaps if you took Billing out to dinner, Fred––”

“He’s a vegetarian, Joe”–he reached in his turn for a cigar, snipped the end and lit it–“and he’s deaf. No, we’ve got to find a sucker, Joe. I can sell the Fairy May and the Fairy Belle: they’re little boats, and are worth money in the open market. I can sell the wharfage and offices and the goodwill––”

“What’s the goodwill worth, Fred?”

“About fivepence net,” said the gloomy Fred. “I can sell all these, but it is the Fairy Mary and the Fairy Tilda that’s breaking my heart. And yet, Joe, there ain’t two ships of their tonnage to be bought on the market. If you wanted two ships of the same size and weight, you couldn’t buy ‘em for a million–no, you couldn’t. I guess they must be bad ships, Joe.”

Joe had already guessed that.

“I offered ‘em to Saddler, of the White Anchor,” Fred went on, “and he said that if he ever started collecting curios he’d remember me. Then I tried to sell ‘em to the Coastal Cargo Line–the very ships for the Newcastle and Thames river trade–and he said he couldn’t think of it now that the submarine season was over. Then I offered ‘em to young Topping, who thinks of running a line to the West Coast, but he said that he didn’t believe in Fairies or Santa Claus or any of that stuff.”

There was silence.

“Who named ‘em Fairy Mary and Fairy Tilda?” asked Joe curiously.

“Don’t let’s speak ill of the dead,” begged Fred; “the man who had ‘em built is no longer with us, Joe. They say that joy doesn’t kill, but that’s a lie, Joe. He died two days after we took ‘em over, and left all his money–all our money–to a nephew.”

“I didn’t know that,” said Joe, sitting up.

“I didn’t know it myself till the other day, when I took the deed of sale down to Cole to see if there wasn’t a flaw in it somewhere. I’ve wired him.”

“Who–Cole?”

“No, the young nephew. If we could only––”

He did not complete his sentence, but there was a common emotion and understanding in the two pairs of eyes that met.

“Who is he–anybody?” asked Joe vaguely.

Fred broke off the ash of his cigar and nodded.

“Anybody worth half a million is somebody, Joe,” he said seriously. “This young fellow was in the Army. He’s out of it now, running a business in the City–‘Schemes, Ltd.,’ he calls it. Lots of people know him–shipping people on the Coast. He’s got a horrible nickname.”

“What’s that, Fred?”

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