CHAPTER VIII.—THE RECOGNITION OF THE PHOTOGRAPH.

Otago Witness, Issue 2409, 3 May 1900, Page 58

CHAPTER VIII.— THE RECOGNITION OF THE PHOTOGRAPH.

hen I had succeeded in extricating Mr Morley from the clutches of Inspector Symonds, after a considerable wordy warfare, during which I had difficulty in keeping the inspector's language within parliamen-tary-bounds, I started on a little errand, of my own. The inspector appeared to be under the impression that, for some malevolent reason, I wished to interfere with the due and proper execution of the law; and he told me, quite frankly, that so soon as Mr Morley was off my premises, he would bring, not only the old gentleman, but, so far as I understood, myself also, to book. Therefore, feeling that, under such circumstances, two might be better than one, so soon as the interview was ended I proceeded, since his way was mine, to escort Mr Morley at least part of his way home.

The old gentleman was in a condition of great mental perturbation. He was sorry, for his master's sake, that he had said as much as he had done to the- inspector, and he was also sorry, for his own sake, that he had not said more ; for he was uncomfortably conscious that, by his comparative reticence, he had incurred the officer's resentment. "Do you think, sir," he said, as we

were parting, and I thought as he was speaking how old he seemed, and tremulous, " that Mr Symonds will hunt me up, and worry me, as he , as good as said he would? Because I know that I shan't be able to stand it, if he does : my nerves are not what they were, and I never dreamed that I should have trouble with the police at my time of life." I endeavoured to reassure him. "Mr Morley, beat ease; fear nothing. You are the sole proprietor of your own tongue ; use it to preserve silence ; no one can force you to speak unless you choose." I was not by any means so sure" of this, in my own mind ; but 'this was a detail My object was to comfort Mr Morley. It was at the door of the house in Arlington street that we. parted; after all I went with him. the whole way, it was practically mine. I waited while he inquired if his master had returned. The face of the old lady who opened the door, and who I immediately concluded was Mrs Morloy., was answer enough; she looked as if she bore all the trouble of the world upon her shoulders. He had not ; nothing had been seen or heard of him.

The point at -which I was aiming was the photographer'?. As I walked away from - Philip Lawrence's house, I 'could not but feel conscious that every moment he remained absent made the case look blacker. What reason could he have to "stay away, save one?

An assistant came forward to greet me, as I crossed the threshold of the building which housed that famous firm of photographers.

" I want you to tell me who is the original of one of your portraits."

" We don't, as a rule, sir, give the names of sitters, without their express permission."

" This is one of the exceptions to the rule. Here is the portrait — who is the lady it represents?"

I handed him the photograph -which I had taken off Edwin Lawrence's mantelshelf. So soon as he saw it he smiled, looking up at me with what was suspiciously like a twinkle in his eye.

"As you say, this is one of the exceptions to the rule. I certainly have no objection to tell you who this lady is; that is, if you don't know already. In which ca&e I should imagine that you are one of the few persons in London who does »ot." "What on earth do you mean? Who is the lady?" " You are not a theatre-goer, sir."' "Why do you say that? I suppose I go to the theatres as often as other people." " You haven't been to the Pandora lately." ."The Pandora? I've, been there three times within the last month or so."

" Then' on the occasion of your visits was Miss Bessie-! Moore not acting?"

"Miss Bessie Moore!" , " This is the portrait of Miss Bessie Moore, and an excellent likeness, too. She has honoured us sevei'al times ,with sittings, and this is about the most favourable, result we have had so far. It is not easy to do justice to the lady."

Bessie Moore! The assistant was a much •smaller man than I; but if, at that moment, he had given me a push, though ever such a gentle one, I believe he would have pushed me over. What an idiot I had been ! No wonder that her face had seemed familiar. Bessie Moore — admittedly one of the loveliest women in town, whose name Avas on every tongue, who was honoured by all the world! At that moment her acting was drawing all London to the Pandora Theatre. I had seen something of theatres, whatever that assistant might suppose to the contrary, but I had never before seen such acting as hers, nor had I ever seen so lovely a woman ! And it was Bessie Moore who had come through my bedroom window, at dead of night, in that plumcoloured cloak. Every moment the wonder grew. Either the expression of my face or something else about me appeared to afford that assistant considerable amusement. In the midst of my bewilderment I was conscious that he grinned. " You look surprised," ho said. " It is possible for persons of even ripened years to feel surprised, as you will discover when you yourself attain to 'years of discretion." i I fancy that it was my intention to crush that smiling youngster, ' though . I suspect that the result of my little effort was -only to increase my appearance pf imbecility. At any rate, his grin did not grow less. I proceeded with my inquiries. "What is Miss Moore's address?" v "The Pandora Theatre." " Thank you, I am aware of that. It is 'her private address which I require." " That, I am afraid, we cannot give you." No doubt they were pestered with similar inquiries by individuals who were more or less idiots, and altogether impertinent ; and, quite possibly, 'he took me for a member of that considerable family. I gave him any card. v "There is my name. The lady who is the original of that portrait has met with an accident. I did not know that she was Miss Moore until you told me, but it is important that I should be able to communicate with her friends at once." "An accident? I am sorry to hear that Miss Moore has met with an accident. If you will wait a moment I will make inquiries." The assistant disappeared ; presently returning with an older man, who examined my" card as he came. He addressed me : " You arfc Mr Ferguson? " " I am " " You say that Miss Moore has met with an accident? " "I do.""What is its nature?" "That I aim not at liberty to tell you. I can only say that it is of the first importance that I should be able to communicate with her friends without delay." He hesitated, considering me attentively ; then lie gave me the information I required. " Miss Moore lives with Miss Adair, who, as you perhaps know, is also acting at the Pandora Theatre. The address is 22 Hailsnain Rpad^ The Boltons^ Brpm^ton.. 1 '

As I sped towards Broinpton- in- a harfsom I tried to assimilate the tidings I had ju&t received. In vain. It may be that E am dull-witted, and that my mental pror cesses are slow ; but the more I sought the -solution of the mizzle the , more,^insoluble it seemed. It did appear incredible" that; the woman who hadf all the world, -like a ball, at her feet, with "whose fame London was ringing, should have cqine-to me, at such an hoiir, in such a' fashion, from sucli a scene. The mystery was' beyond my, finding out. " Hailsham Road proved to be a nice, wide',; clean, old-fashioned street, and No. 22 al nice, clean, old-fashioned house. It was not large, but the impression which its exterior made upon me was a distinctly plea* sant one. It was detached ; it stood backy behind railings, at a little distance from/ the pavement ; in the sunshine it- looked aa white as <snow ; there was a flower bed in front, and flowers made the window sills resplendent. My rinw was answered, on. the instant, by a maid who was quite in keeping with the house ; she was unmistakably neat, and I have no hesitation in , affirming she was pretty.- " Can I see Miss Adair? I have brought news of Miss Moore."

- The maid "left me in the^hall — it was thai daintiest hall I remembered^ to Jiave _ seen, and very prettily papered-^-while she conveyed my message up" the stairs. .

It appeared that I -could, see Miss Adair f for presently ti lady came flying down the stairs, about seven steps at a time, and all but flung herself into my arms. " You've broxight me news of Bessie? Oh, I am so glad ! I've been half-beside myself ; I haven't slept a wink all night. I was really just wondering if I hadn't" better communicate 'with the police. Oh, please will you step in there?" I stepped in there. "There" was a sitting room. From the wall looked down on •me, as I entered, a life-size portrait of my visitor of the plum-coloured cloak. The face was turned directly towards me ; the eyes seemed to be subjecting me to a serious examination. I did not care to meet them ; in their presence I was conscious of a vague discomfort. The atmosphere was redolent of a feminine personality. On every hand weise the owner's little treasures,. I pictured her flitting here and there among them, touching this, altering the position of that, dumbly inquiring of me all the time, withy in her air, a touch of resentment, what I did in her apartment. Miss Adair perceived that I was not so ready with my tongue as I might have been. There was a sharp note of -anxiety in her voice.

'• There's -nothing wrong -with Bessie, -is there? "

I stammered, like an ass, "I — I'm afraid there is." " She's not — dead? " " Dead ! Good gracious, no ! Nothing of the kind." >

-" Then what has happened to her? Tell me! "Quick 1 ! Don't, you see that I'm on tenterhooks?"

" First of all let me be certain of my ground. I take it that that is\Miss Moore."

I handed her the, by this time, 1 historical photograph. , ,

"Of course it is. What do you mean by asking? Where is she? Who are you? What have you done, to her? Don't stand there as if you were afraid to open your mouth ! " " The truth is, Miss Adair, that I am rather at a " loss for words with which to express myself. But if you will bear with me, I will endeavour to make myself as plain as 1 can ; it is rather a difficult task which I have to perform." It was a difficult task, nor was it made easier by, the two shrewd eyes which were regarding me as if I were some curious and unnecessary kind of creature.