I must confess that the discovery I had made behind St. Martin’s church, and which I described at the end of the previous chapter, had proved too much for me. What possible reason could Mr. Bayley have for wanting to rid himself of me? Only the morning before he had been anxious to secure my services in the interests of his Company, and now here he was hiring a couple of ruffians to prevent me from doing my work, if not to take my life. When I reached my hotel again, and went to bed, I lay awake half the night endeavouring to arrive at an understanding of it; but, try how I would, I could not hit upon a satisfactory solution. Upon one thing, however, I had quite made up my mind. As soon as the City offices were open, I would call at that of the Santa Cruz Mining Company, and put a few questions to Mr. Bayley which I fancied that individual would find difficult and rather unpleasant to answer. This plan I carried out, and at ten o’clock I stood in the handsome outer office of the Company.

“I should be glad to see the managing director, if he could spare me a few moments,” I said to the youth who waited upon me in answer to his question.

“He’s engaged, sir, at present,” the lad replied. “If you will take a seat, however, I don’t fancy he will be very long.”

I did as he directed, and in the interval amused myself by studying a large map of the Argentine Republic, which hung upon the wall. I had practically exhausted its capabilities when the door opened, and a tall, military-looking man emerged and passed out into the street.

“What name shall I say, sir?” inquired the clerk, as he descended from his high stool and approached me.

“Fairfax,” I replied, giving him my card. “I think the manager will know my name.”

The clerk disappeared to return a few moments later with the request that I would follow him. Preparing myself for what I fully expected would be a scene, I entered the director’s sanctum. It was a handsome room, and was evidently used as a Boardroom as well as an office, for there was a long table in the middle, surrounded by at least a dozen chairs. At the furthest end a gentleman of venerable appearance was seated. He rose as I entered, and bowed to me.

“In what way can I be of service to you, Mr. Fairfax?” he inquired, after I had seated myself.

“I am afraid there has been a mistake,” I answered, looking about me for Mr. Bayley. “I told the clerk that I desired to see the managing director.”

“You are seeing him,” he returned with a smile, “for I am he.”

“In that case I must have misunderstood the gentleman who called upon me two days ago,” I replied, with some surprise.

“Do I understand you to say that a gentleman from this office called upon you?”

“Yes, a Mr. Bayley, a tall, good-looking man, of between thirty-eight and forty years of age.”

The old gentleman stared, as well he might.

“But there is no Mr. Bayley here,” he said. “We have no one of that name in our employ. I fear the man, whoever he was, must have been playing a trick upon you. I sincerely trust he has done no damage. Might I ask what he called upon you about?”

“He called on me on behalf of your Company,” I answered. “He informed me that for some time past you have ascertained the gravest suspicions concerning the manager of your mines in the Argentine. He said that information had reached your ears to the effect that the man in question was in league with a notorious swindler in New York, and, though you could not bring any proved charge against him, you were equally certain that he was robbing you in order to fill his own pockets. He appeared to be most anxious to persuade me to go to the Republic at once in order that I might inquire into matters and report to you. I was to be away three months, and was to be paid five thousand pounds and my expenses for my trouble.”

“My good sir, this is really preposterous,” the old gentleman returned. “I can positively assure you that there is not a word of truth in his assertion. Our manager in the Argentine is an old and valued friend, and I would stake my life on his fidelity. Nothing would induce us to think even of sending a detective out to spy upon him.”

“I am beginning to believe that I should like to meet Mr. Bayley again,” I remarked. “He has a fine imagination, and, from what you tell me, it seems that I should have looked a fool had I gone out to South America on such an errand.”

“It would have been exceedingly inconvenient not only for you, but also for us,” said the manager. “I shall report this matter at the Board meeting to-day. We must endeavour to discover who this man is, and also his reasons for acting as he has done. Should we hear anything further upon the subject, we will at once communicate with you.”

“I should be glad if you will do so,” I replied. “I should like to get this matter cleared up as soon as possible. There may be something behind it that we do not understand.”

I thanked him for the interview, and then took my departure, more puzzled by it than I had been by anything for a long time. When I reached my office I took the card from a drawer, which Mr. Edward Bayley had sent to me, and despatched it by special messenger to the office of the famous mining company. That afternoon another surprise was in store for me. Shortly after lunch, and when I was in the middle of a letter to Kitwater, a message was received through the telephone to the effect that the managing director of the Santa Cruz Mining Company, whom I had seen that morning, was on his way to call upon me.

“Something has evidently come to light,” I reflected. “Perhaps the mystery surrounding Mr. Edward Bayley is about to be cleared up, for I must confess I do not like the look of it.”

A quarter of an hour later the manager was ushered into my presence.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fairfax,” he said. “I have come to ask you, if you will permit me, a few questions, and also to tell you that I think we have discovered who it is that is masquerading as the occupant of my position. You gave me this morning a rough description of the individual who called upon you, can you recall anything particular about his appearance. Any strange mark, for instance. Anything by which we should be able to swear to his identity?”

“I would swear to his identity anywhere, without a mark” I replied. “But since you do mention it, I remember that he had a small triangular scar upon his left cheek.”

“Then it is the same man after all,” said the manager. “That is certainly extraordinary. When our secretary spoke to me about him after you had left I had my doubts; now, however, they are quite removed. Why he should have called upon you in such a guise is a question I cannot for the life of me answer with any sort of satisfaction.”

“Perhaps you will be a little more explicit,” I said. “You have not told me yet how it is that you have been able to locate the gentleman in question. This morning you must remember you had no sort of remembrance of him.”

“In that case you must forgive me,” he replied. “As a matter of fact I was so much carried away by my excitement that I could think of nothing else. However, I have promised you the story, and you shall have it. Some years ago, eight or ten perhaps, we had a young man working for us in the Argentine as an overseer. He was in many respects a brilliant young fellow, and would doubtless have done well for himself in time, had he been able to go straight. Unfortunately, however, he did not do so. He went from bad to worse. At last he was caught in a flagrant piece of dishonesty, and was immediately discharged. When I tell you that that young man had a mark such as you described upon his cheek, you may be able to derive some idea of what follows.”

“Might it not be a pure coincidence?” I replied.

“Not in this case, I fancy,” he answered. “What makes me the more inclined to believe that it is the same individual, is the fact that our secretary met him in Leadenhall Street only a few days ago. He looked older, but had evidently prospered in the world. As a matter of fact, Warner described him as being irreproachably dressed, and turned out. I trust his good fortune was honestly come by; but I must own, from what I know of him, that I have my doubts.”

“But what possible reason could this individual have for calling upon me, and why should he have made me such an offer as I have described to you?”

The director shook his head. The question was evidently beyond him.

“I can assign no sort of reason for it,” he said, “unless he has some hope of being able to get you out of England for a time.”

“I don’t see how that could benefit him,” I replied. “I am connected with no case in which he has any sort of interest.”

“You never can tell,” the old gentleman replied. “From what I know of him, Gideon Hayle was always----”

“Gideon what?” I cried, springing to my feet. “Did I understand you to say Gideon Hayle?”

“That’s the name of the young man of whom I have been speaking to you,” he replied. “But what makes you so excited.”

“Because I can understand everything now?” I declared. “Good heavens! what an idiot I have been not to have seen the connection before! Now I know why Gideon Hayle tried to lure me out of England with his magnificent offer. Now I see why he set these roughs upon me. It’s all as plain as daylight!”

“I am afraid I do not quite understand,” said my companion in his turn. “But it is quite evident to me that you know more of Hayle’s past life than I do!”

“I should think I did,” I replied. “By Jove, what a blackguard the man must be! He robbed his two partners of enormous wealth in China, left them in the hands of the Chinese to be tortured and maimed for life, and now that he knows that I am acting for them in order to recover their treasure, he endeavours to put me out of the way. But you’ve not done it yet, Mr. Hayle,” I continued, bringing my fist down with a bang upon the table, “and what’s more, clever as you may be, you are not likely to accomplish such an end. You’ll discover that I can take very good care of myself, but before very long you’ll find that you are being taken care of by somebody else.”

“This is a strange affair indeed, Mr. Fairfax,” said the manager, “and it is evident that I have been of some assistance to you. I need not say that I am very glad, the more so because it is evident that our Company is not involved in any system of fraud. I will not disguise from you that I had my fears that it was the beginning of trouble for us all.”

“You may disabuse your mind of that once and for all,” I answered. “If there is any trouble brewing it is for our friend, Mr. Hayle. That gentleman’s reckoning is indeed likely to be a heavy one. I would not stand in his shoes for something.”

There was a brief and somewhat uncomfortable pause.

“And now allow me to wish you a very good-afternoon,” the old gentleman observed.

“Good-afternoon,” I replied, “and many thanks for the service you have rendered me. It has helped me more than I can say.”

“Pray don’t mention it, my dear sir, don’t mention it,” replied the kindly old gentleman, as he moved towards the door. “I am very glad to have been useful to you.”

When he had gone I sat down at my desk to think. I had had a good many surprises in my life, but I don’t know that I had ever been more astonished than I was that afternoon. If only I had been aware of Hayle’s identity when he had called upon me two mornings before, how simply everything might have been arranged! As a matter of fact I had been talking with the very man I had been paid to find, and, what was worse, had even terminated the interview myself. When I realized everything, I cou............