The Secret Adversary
26. Mr. Brown
SIR James's words came like a bomb-shell. Both girls looked equally puzzled. The
lawyer went across to his desk, and returned with a small newspaper cutting, which he
handed to Jane. Tuppence read it over her shoulder. Mr. Carter would have recognized it.
It referred to the mysterious man found dead in New York.
"As I was saying to Miss Tuppence," resumed the lawyer, "I set to work to prove the
impossible possible. The great stumbling-block was the undeniable fact that Julius
Hersheimmer was not an assumed name. When I came across this paragraph my problem
was solved. Julius Hersheimmer set out to discover what had become of his cousin. He
went out West, where he obtained news of her and her photograph to aid him in his
search. On the eve of his departure from New York he was set upon and murdered. His
body was dressed in shabby clothes, and the face disfigured to prevent identification. Mr.
Brown took his place. He sailed immediately for England. None of the real
Hersheimmer's friends or intimates saw him before he sailed--though indeed it would
hardly have mattered if they had, the impersonation was so perfect. Since then he had
been hand and glove with those sworn to hunt him down. Every secret of theirs has been
known to him. Only once did he come near disaster. Mrs. Vandemeyer knew his secret. It
was no part of his plan that that huge bribe should ever be offered to her. But for Miss
Tuppence's fortunate change of plan, she would have been far away from the flat when
we arrived there. Exposure stared him in the face. He took a desperate step, trusting in his
assumed character to avert suspicion. He nearly succeeded--but not quite."
"I can't believe it," murmured Jane. "He seemed so splendid."
"The real Julius Hersheimmer WAS a splendid fellow! And Mr. Brown is a consummate
actor. But ask Miss Tuppence if she also has not had her suspicions."
Jane turned mutely to Tuppence. The latter nodded.
"I didn't want to say it, Jane--I knew it would hurt you. And, after all, I couldn't be sure. I
still don't understand why, if he's Mr. Brown, he rescued us."
"Was it Julius Hersheimmer who helped you to escape?"
Tuppence recounted to Sir James the exciting events of the evening, ending up: "But I
can't see WHY!"
"Can't you? I can. So can young Beresford, by his actions. As a last hope Jane Finn was
to be allowed to escape--and the escape must be managed so that she harbours no
suspicions of its being a put-up job. They're not averse to young Beresford's being in the
neighbourhood, and, if necessary, communicating with you. They'll take care to get him
out of the way at the right minute. Then Julius Hersheimmer dashes up and rescues you
in true melodramatic style. Bullets fly--but don't hit anybody. What would have happened