<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2>
<h3>I MAKE FRIENDS WITH INSPECTOR FORREST, C.I.D.</h3>
<div class='unindent'>"<span class='smcap'>The</span> telegraph," said Inspector Forrest, sententiously
"is even more speedy than the Motor Pirate."</div>
<p>"Unless you want to send a message from Regent
Street to the City," I remarked; "in which case one
would save time by employing a sloth as messenger."</p>
<p>The inspector waved aside the objection as frivolous.
He occupied an easy chair opposite me; he was smoking
one of my best cigars with every sign of active enjoyment;
he sipped his glass of claret—he rarely touched
anything stronger, he informed me—with the air of a
connoisseur.</p>
<p>"We shall beat him with the telegraph," said he.
"Clearly he has one retreat where he can put up his car
in safety. Probably he has more than one. It is not
impossible for him to have several. There might even
be a number of Motor Pirates, members of the same
gang, but selecting different parts of the country upon
which to prey. The telegraph will soon settle these
points for us. When next he makes his appearance we
shall be able to keep watch upon him, to note, if not the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</SPAN></span>
exact spot, at least in what part of the country he makes
his appearance. Even if it should be found impossible
to arrest him in his progress, he is bound to leave some
traces behind him which will enable us to get upon
his track."</p>
<p>"He does not seem to have left many behind him
at present," I replied.</p>
<p>"No," said the inspector thoughtfully, as he rose and
examined the map spread out upon the table. "Yet
there are certainly grounds for believing that he has gone
to earth somewhere in this neighbourhood. The Hertfordshire
police may have been nearer the mark than you
thought when they arrested you."</p>
<p>"You don't mean to say that you still suspect me?"
I cried.</p>
<p>"Not for one instant," he answered promptly.
"The meaning I meant to convey was that, quite unknown
to you, the Motor Pirate may very well be your
near neighbour. I suppose there is no one residing
near whom you would consider a likely object of
suspicion?"</p>
<p>There flashed across my mind the strange similarity
between Mannering's voice and the Motor Pirate's.
But the notion was so absurd I was ashamed to mention
it. I assured the inspector I knew of no one.</p>
<p>"At all events, my belief is strong enough to keep
me in this district until I hear something further," he
declared, as he finished the contents of his glass and
glanced at his watch.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Just then I caught sight of Mannering coming up
the path through the garden towards my front door.</p>
<p>"You had better stay a little longer," I said to the
inspector. "Here is another man coming who may be
able to give you some more details of the Pirate. He
has seen him, and as he has been a longer resident here
than myself, he may be able to tell you more about the
people round than I can."</p>
<p>"A motorist?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Yes, named Mannering," I replied. "He is the
man I told you about, whom I consider to be my rival,
you know."</p>
<p>The inspector's eyes twinkled. "I shouldn't let him
drive me into any more adventures like last night's,
Mr. Sutgrove," he advised. "If you were ten years older—my
age, you know—you wouldn't need the warning,
A bout of rheumatic fever would be small consolation
for the loss of the lady."</p>
<p>I could not reply, for at that moment Mannering
entered.</p>
<p>"Glad to see you home again, Sutgrove," he said
heartily. "I'm not the only one either. Miss Maitland
asked me to call, for after seeing you in such bad
company this morning—— Hullo! I beg your pardon,
I thought you were alone." He stopped suddenly on
catching sight of Inspector Forrest.</p>
<p>I introduced my guest and Mannering acknowledged
the introduction easily.</p>
<p>"Inspector Forrest will assure you that I have only<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</SPAN></span>
been unfortunate enough to have been the object of our
local constabulary's misplaced zeal. They took me for
our mutual friend the Motor Pirate."</p>
<p>"Did they though? What an almighty spoof!"
said Mannering. "First time I ever heard of a man
being run in for robbing himself on the high-road.
Beats Gilbert!"</p>
<p>"Mr. Sutgrove did not see the point of the joke at
first," said the inspector. I saw that as he spoke he was
taking note of Mannering in much the same way as he
had taken stock of me at the police office.</p>
<p>Mannering appeared to be quite unconscious of his
regard, for he replied—</p>
<p>"Don't suppose I should have relished such a mistake
myself. Anyway," he continued, turning to me, "you
have the consolation of knowing that you are not the
only victim of police enterprise. I see from the papers
quite half a dozen motor pirates have been run in.
They may have the real one amongst them; but as his
car has so far escaped capture, I doubt it."</p>
<p>"So do I," I remarked. "And for the additional
reason that I have a sort of presentiment that when his
capture is brought about, I am going to have a hand in it."</p>
<p>"What do you say to that, Inspector?" he answered.
"Are you going to leave the job to amateurs?"</p>
<p>"I never said 'no' to the offer of assistance in
running down a criminal," was the reply.</p>
<p>"I have sworn," I remarked obstinately, "that I
will not rest until he is safe under lock and key."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You had better be prepared," answered Mannering.
"I should judge him to be a bit of a fighter."</p>
<p>"Next time I meet him, I'll take all risks to come
to close quarters," I continued.</p>
<p>"You haven't a car to do a hundred miles an hour,
have you?" he said in a bantering voice.</p>
<p>"My plan is a simple one. I merely propose to go
out for night rides until he finds me," I said.</p>
<p>"I had some thoughts of amusing myself in the
same way," he answered. "But, judging from your
experience this morning, the only thing likely to happen
is being arrested on suspicion."</p>
<p>"I'll take my chance of that," I said. "But before
discussing the matter, perhaps you could tell Inspector
Forrest whether there's any spot in this neighbourhood
likely to serve as a hiding-place for the Pirate's car?"</p>
<p>A smile lit up Mannering's face. "There's the old
coach-house at the bottom of the paddock next to my
cottage. It has a door opening on to the main road.
There would be room, too, in my stables, if I had not
fitted them up as workshops for my tyre experiments."</p>
<p>"Stop rotting," I said, "the inspector really means it."</p>
<p>He became grave instantly. "Sorry I can't suggest
a likely spot," he said, and then for a few minutes he
answered the questions the detective put to him as to
what he had seen of the Pirate.</p>
<p>He could give little information of any value, and
when Inspector Forrest had elicited all that he could, he
thanked Mannering and rose to depart. I accompanied<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</SPAN></span>
him to the garden gate. He appeared a little loth to leave
me. Twice he turned away and returned to make some
objectless remark to me. The third time he blurted out—</p>
<p>"About that suggestion of yours—taking night rides
on the chance of being held up——"</p>
<p>"Yes?" I said and waited.</p>
<p>"I wish I had a good fast car at my disposal," he <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'continue'">continued</ins>
earnestly; "but the Yard would never run to it."</p>
<p>I felt a pleasant thrill run through me. It would be
good to have his companionship and assistance in working
out my self-imposed vow.</p>
<p>"If you can make use of it, I will see that the best car
money can buy is placed at your disposal," I replied eagerly.</p>
<p>He took my hand and shook it warmly. "I'll see
what my chief says," he replied. "When can I see
you again?"</p>
<p>"I shall be leaving here at eight and returning well—between
ten and eleven."</p>
<p>"Expect me about midnight," he said, and without
another word or backward glance he stepped out in the
direction of St. Albans.</p>
<p>I returned to Mannering, who did not, however,
favour me with a very lengthy visit. Possibly he found
my manner rather cool, but the fact was, that try as
I would to curb my feelings, I could not but resent
something of an air of proprietorship which I thought
appeared in his tone when referring to Miss Maitland.</p>
<p>When he had departed, I got out all the catalogues
of motor-cars I could lay my hands upon, and studied<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</SPAN></span>
them until it was time to dress for dinner. Several
times I thought of breaking the appointment, for I knew
I should have to give some explanation of my arrest,
and how to do so without appearing an egregious ass
I did not know. Finally I determined, if the opportunity
were afforded me, to tell the exact truth, at least to the
only person whose opinion I cared about.</p>
<p>I was glad afterwards that I had not sent my excuses,
for I was lucky enough to find Miss Maitland alone
in the drawing-room when I arrived. It seemed, too,
as if she had determined to make amends for the mental
torture she had unwittingly caused me the previous
evening. So it happened that when she questioned me
as to how I managed to get into such a predicament,
I told her as clearly as I could of the state of my feelings.
It was a blundering, halting statement I made, of that
I am certain, and before I had completed it Colonel
Maitland's entry closed my mouth. But I think she
understood, for there was a little flush on her cheek
when we went into dinner which had not been there
when I greeted her, and a pretty air of seriousness in
the glances she bestowed upon me, which I had never
noticed before.</p>
<p>As far as the Colonel was concerned, he did not
worry me for any explanations. He was bent on
enlarging my knowledge of gastronomy, and having a
new cook, he was much too deeply interested in the
<i>menu</i> to spare any thoughts for my erratic movements.
I am afraid, though, his teaching was wasted on me; for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</SPAN></span>
while I managed to reply to his conversation, I had not
the slightest idea what I was eating. My principal
longing was to get the meal over in order that I might
finish the conversation which had opened so auspiciously.
The opportunity was not afforded me on that occasion,
however, but the evening did not pass without my
obtaining a glimmering of hope.</p>
<p>When Miss Maitland rose I asked her, in a voice
which was low enough not to reach her father's ear,
whether she would answer me one question.</p>
<p>"What is it?" she said, and her face flushed a little
as she came to the door.</p>
<p>"Is there any one else?" I asked, my hand on the knob.</p>
<p>"What right have you to ask?" she answered.</p>
<p>"No right, I only ask it of your mercy," I replied.</p>
<p>She hesitated, then with flushed cheeks and a soft
whispered "No one," she escaped through the door.</p>
<p>Over the port I took my new-found courage in both
hands, and asked the Colonel's consent to my suit. I
gained it. He even expressed the hope that I should
succeed, but he warned me at the same time that I must
not depend upon him for any assistance. He declared
himself to be clay in the hands of his daughter.</p>
<p>"Evie always had her own way from the cradle,"
he declared, "and always will have her own way. If
I were to say that I thought you would make her a good
husband, I'm not sure whether she would not consider
it a sufficient excuse to accept Mannering straight away.
Personally I should much prefer you, but there's no<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</SPAN></span>
counting on a woman's tastes, either in men or wines.
And Evie is a perfect woman, God bless her!"</p>
<p>I drained my glass to the toast and made an excuse
to get away to the drawing-room. But I did not see
her alone again that evening. Winter and his wife had
walked over. Mannering did not put in an appearance,
and his absence was something to be thankful for; and when
I held her hand in mine as I bade her good night, I said—</p>
<p>"You have told me there is no one else. Is there
any hope for me?"</p>
<p>She made no pretence of misunderstanding my meaning.
She looked at me saucily, her lips parted lightly,
her eyes brimming with laughter.</p>
<p>"Come and ask me when—when you have caught
the Motor Pirate," she said, and with that answer I was
fain to be content.</p>
<p>Thus it happened that I found myself fully committed
to the work which was at that time engaging the
attention of the whole of the police throughout the land.
I welcomed the task. Luck might be on my side,
especially if my new friend the detective inspector's
assistance proved to be available.</p>
<p>And as regards assurance on this point, I had not long
to wait before my mind was at ease. I found him
awaiting me at my garden gate when I returned home.
I invited him in so eagerly that he smiled.</p>
<p>"There's no need to ask if you are still as keen on
this job as you were this afternoon," he said, as he
entered my snuggery.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Keener than ever," I asseverated.</p>
<p>"Then I hope between us we may be successful in
running our man to ground."</p>
<p>"Have you heard anything further?" I inquired,
anxiously.</p>
<p>"Nothing of the slightest value. A number of
people have been through our hands, but of the Pirate—not
a sign."</p>
<p>"Perhaps we shall get a clue in the morning," I
hazarded.</p>
<p>"At present," he declared, "there's not a shred of
a clue to work upon. Of course at any moment
information may come to hand. He may endeavour
to dispose of some of his plunder, or he may reappear, but
until then——"</p>
<p>"What do you suggest?" I asked.</p>
<p>"I shall stay and thoroughly explore this district
until I hear something further," he answered.</p>
<p>"I am thinking of going into town in the morning,
to see if a more powerful car than the one I possess at
present is to be obtained," I told him later. "I am
hoping to get one capable of doing fifty or even sixty
miles an hour at a pinch, so as to be prepared for
emergencies. Meanwhile, if you like to make this house
your headquarters, I shall be delighted to put you up."</p>
<p>"Do you really mean that, Mr. Sutgrove?" he asked.</p>
<p>"Of course I do," I replied.</p>
<p>He hesitated a moment, then he accepted my invitation.
Luck was on my side after all.</p>
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