Chapter 10 I
SHOW MY HANDOn my return to London next day I made inquiry at the Admiralty
and learned that the battleship Bulwarkwas lying at
Palermo, therefore I telegraphed to Jack Durnford, and late the
same afternoon his reply came at the Cecil:—
"Due in London twentieth. Dine with me at club that
evening—Jack."
The twentieth! That meant nearly a month of inactivity. In that
time I could cross to Abo, make inquiries there, and ascertain,
perhaps, if Elma Heath were actually dead as Chater had
declared.
Two facts struck me as remarkable: Baron Oberg was said to be
Polish, while the dark-bearded proprietor of the restaurant in
Westbourne Grove was also of the same nationality. Then I
recollected that pretty little enameled cross that Mackenzie had
found in Rannoch Wood, and
