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s friend into the library; found him beside the bookstand in the middle of the room; on which were the empty cups。

〃This is where Boyle looked for Budge; or pretended to look for him; according to your account;〃 he said。

As Fisher spoke he bent down in a half…crouching attitude; to look at the volumes in the low; revolving shelf; for the whole bookstand was not much higher than an ordinary table。 The next moment he sprang up as if he had been stung。

〃Oh; my God!〃 he cried。

Very few people; if any; had ever seen Mr。 Horne Fisher behave as he behaved just then。 He flashed a glance at the door; saw that the open window was nearer; went out of it with a flying leap; as if over a hurdle; and went racing across the turf; in the track of the disappearing policeman。 Grayne; who stood staring after him; soon saw his tall; loose figure; returning; restored to all its normal limpness and air of leisure。 He was fanning himself slowly with a piece of paper; the telegram he had so violently intercepted。

〃Lucky I stopped that;〃 he observed。 〃We must keep this affair as quiet as death。 Hastings must die of apoplexy or heart disease。〃

〃What on earth is the trouble?〃 demanded the other investigator。

〃The trouble is;〃 said Fisher; 〃that in a few days we should have had a very agreeable alternativeof hanging an innocent man or knocking the British Empire to hell。〃

〃Do you mean to say;〃 asked Grayne; 〃that this infernal crime is not to be punished?〃

Fisher looked at him steadily。

〃It is already punished;〃 he said。

After a moment's pause he went on。 〃You reconstructed the crime with admirable skill; old chap; and nearly all you said was true。 Two men with two coffee cups did go into the library and did put their cups on the bookstand and did go together to the well; and one of them was a murderer and had put poison in the other's cup。 But it was not done while Boyle was looking at the revolving bookcase。 He did look at it; though; searching for the Budge book with the note in it; but I fancy that Hastings had already moved it to the shelves on the wall。 It was part of that grim game that he should find it first。

〃Now; how does a man search a revolving bookcase? He does not generally hop all round it in a squatting attitude; like a frog。 He simply gives it a touch and makes it revolve。〃

He was frowning at the floor as he spoke; and there was a light under his heavy lids that was not often seen there。 The mysticism that was buried deep under all the cynicism of his experience was awake and moving in the depths。 His voice took unexpected turns and inflections; almost as if two men were speaking。

〃That was what Boyle did; he barely touched the thing; and it went round as elasily as the world goes round。 Yes; very much as the world goes round; for the hand that turned it was not his。 God; who turns the wheel of all the stars; touched that wheel and brought it full circle; that His dreadful justice might return。〃

〃I am beginning;〃 said Grayne; slowly; 〃to have some hazy and horrible idea of what you mean。〃

〃It is very simple;〃 said Fisher; 〃when Boyle straightened himself from his stooping posture; something had happened which he had not noticed; which his enemy had not noticed; which nobody had noticed。 The two coffee cups had exactly changed places。〃

The rocky face of Grayne seemed to have sustained a shock in silence; not a line of it altered; but his voice when it came was unexpectedly weakened。

〃I see what you mean;〃 he said; 〃and; as you say; the less said about it the better。 It was not the lover who tried to get rid of the husband; butthe other thing。 And a tale like that about a man like that would ruin us here。 Had you any guess of this at the start?〃

〃The bottomless well; as I told you;〃 answered Fisher; quietly; 〃that was what stumped me from the start。 Not because it had anything to do with it; because it had nothing to do with it。〃

He paused a moment; as if choosing an approach; and then went on: 〃When a man knows his enemy will be dead in ten minutes; and takes him to the edge of an unfathomable pit; he means to throw his body into it。 What else should he do? A born fool would have the sense to do it; and Boyle is not a born fool。 Well; why did not Boyle do it? The more I thought of it the more I suspected there was some mistake in the murder; so to speak。 Somebody had taken somebody there to throw him in; and yet he was not thrown in。 I had already an ugly; unformed idea of some substitution or reversal of parts; then I stooped to turn the bookstand myself; by accident; and I instantly knew everything; for I saw the two cups revolve once more; like moons in the sky。〃

After a pause; Cuthbert Grayne said; 〃And what are we to say to the newspapers?〃

〃My friend; Harold March; is coming along from Cairo to…day;〃 said Fisher。 〃He is a very brilliant and successful journalist。 But for all that he's a thoroughly honorable man; so you must not tell him the truth。〃

Half an hour later Fisher was again walking to and fro in front of the clubhouse; with Captain Boyle; the latter by this time with a very buffeted and bewildered air; perhaps a sadder and a wiser man。

〃What about me; then?〃 he was saying。 〃Am I cleared? Am I not going to be cleared?〃

〃I believe and hope;〃 answered Fisher; 〃that you are not going to be suspected。 But you are certainly not going to be cleared。 There must be no suspicion against him; and therefore no suspicion against you。 Any suspicion against him; let alone such a story against him; would knock us endways from Malta to Mandalay。 He was a hero as well as a holy terror among the Moslems。 Indeed; you might almost call him a Moslem hero in the English service。 Of course he got on with them partly because of his own little dose of Eastern blood; he got it from his mother; the dancer from Damascus; everybody knows that。〃

〃Oh;〃 repeated Boyle; mechanically; staring at him with round eyes; 〃everybody knows that。〃

〃I dare say there was a touch of it in his jealousy and ferocious vengeance;〃 went on Fisher。 〃But; for all that; the crime would ruin us among the Arabs; all the more because it was something like a crime against hospitality。 It's been hateful for you and it's pretty horrid for me。 But there are some things that damned well can't be done; and while I'm alive that's one of them。〃

〃What do you mean?〃 asked Boyle; glancing at him curiously。 〃Why should you; of all people; be so passionate about it?〃

Horne Fisher looked at the young man with a baffling expression。

〃I suppose;〃 he said; 〃it's because I'm a Little Englander。〃

〃I can never make out what you mean by that sort of thing;〃 answered Boyle; doubtfully。

〃Do you think England is so little as all that?〃 said Fisher; with a warmth in his cold voice; 〃that it can't hold a man across a few thousand miles。 You lectured me with a lot of ideal patriotism; my young friend; but it's practical patriotism now for you and me; and with no lies to help it。 You talked as if everything always went right with us all over the world; in a triumphant crescendo culminating in Hastings。 I tell you everything has gone wrong with us here; except Hastings。 He was the one name we had left to conjure with; and that mustn't go as well; no; by God! It's bad enough that a gang of infernal Jews should plant us here; where there's no earthly English interest to serve; and all hell beating up against us; simply because Nosey Zimmern has lent money to half the Cabinet。 It's bad enough that an old pawnbroker from Bagdad should make us fight his battles; we can't fight with our right hand cut off。 Our one score was Hastings and his victory; which was really somebody else's victory。 Tom Travers has to suffer; and so have you。〃

Then; after a moment's silence; he pointed toward the bottomless well and said; in a quieter tone:

〃I told you that I didn't believe in the philosophy of the Tower of Aladdin。 I don't believe in the Empire growing until it reaches the sky; I don't believe in the Union Jack going up and up eternally like the Tower。 But if you think I am going to let the Union Jack go down and down eternally; like the bottomless well; down into the blackness of the bottomless pit; down in defeat and derision; amid the jeers of the very Jews who have sucked us dryno I won't; and that's flat; not if the Chancellor were blackmailed by twenty millionaires with their gutter rags; not if the Prime Minister married twenty Yankee Jewesses; not if Woodville and Carstairs had shares in twenty swindling mines。 If the thing is really tottering; God help it; it mustn't be we who tip it over。〃

Boyle was regarding him with a bewilderment that was almost fear; and had even a touch of distaste。

〃Somehow;〃 he said; 〃there seems to be something rather horrid about the things you know。〃

〃There is;〃 replied Horne Fisher。 〃I am not at all pleased with my small stock of knowledge and reflection。 But as it is partly responsible for your not being hanged; I don't know that you need complain of it。〃

And; as if a little ashamed of his first boast; he turned and strolled away toward the bottomless well。



V。 THE FAD OF THE FISHERMAN

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