The Chase of the Ruby, Page 4

  CHAPTER III

  MISS BROAD COMMANDS

  They were in Regent's Park again; at the same place; on the same seat.She said to him as he came up,--

  'I told papa that you were here. I'm of age, and I suppose I'mentitled to do as I please; but I made up my mind that I'd have nosecrecy. It's degrading.'

  'Well, degrading's strong. And what did papa say?'

  'I mentioned, at the same time, that your uncle was dead, and underthe circumstances he perhaps thought it advisable not to say much. Atanyrate he didn't.'

  'He might have done; and he will do soon.'

  Something in his tone caught her ear.

  'Guy! What's the matter? You don't mean--?'

  'Not exactly, though I'm not sure it isn't worse.'

  She half rose from the seat.

  'Has he left you nothing?'

  He told her the purport of his uncle's will; she listening eager-eyedand open-mouthed.

  'Do you mean to say that you're to get this ridiculous ring out ofMiss Bewicke's possession in four days, by fair means or foul?'

  He nodded.

  'But it's monstrous.'

  'It is a pretty tall order?'

  'What do you propose to do?'

  'I propose to call upon Miss Bewicke.'

  In a moment, without any warning, she was standing up beside him stiffand straight.

  'I see. Now I understand. That's the idea. I've no doubt that MissBewicke will find you a most persuasive person.'

  'My dear Letty!'

  'Weren't you and Miss Bewicke once engaged to be married? Pray don'ttrouble yourself to explain. I know all about it. You need have nofear of losing your uncle's inheritance. You are quite sure tounderstand each other. She'll be delighted to give you the ring inexchange for another. Would you like to give her mine?'

  She actually began to unbutton her glove. He groaned.

  'It's worth while seeing ghosts in Africa for this!'

  'And what do you propose to say to Miss Bewicke when you call uponher?'

  'That's what I want you to tell me.'

  'I tell you! As if you didn't know! After the stories I have heard ofher I had hoped that you would have had no more to do with MissBewicke. But, of course, my wishes do not count.'

  'If the stories you have heard are to Miss Bewicke's discredit, youmay take my word for it that they are libels.'

  'You are sure to know. I am glad you have such a high opinion of her.When you have seen her you might let me know what she says. That is,if she should say anything which was not spoken in the strictestconfidence.'

  She actually walked away. He went after her.

  'My dear Letty, don't you want me to try to get the ring?'

  'By all means act in accordance with the dictates of your betterjudgment. You are so much wiser than I.'

  'But, Letty, if I don't get the ring, I--I won't say I lose you,because God knows I hope I never shall do that; but it means that Ishall have to wait for you, the Powers above alone can tell how long.While getting it means getting you at once.'

  'Guy, weren't you once engaged to be married to Miss Bewicke?'

  'Yes, I was.'

  'And I suppose you loved each other?'

  'Letty, it's not like you to rub it in like this.'

  'My dear Guy, let us look the situation fairly in the face. Thisperson, from whom you are going to ask this weighty favour--in effectyou are going to ask her to bestow on you a fortune--is the woman whomonce you loved, and who was once your promised wife. I don't like it;it's no use pretending to you that I do.'

  'My dear Letty, do you think I like it? If it weren't forcircumstances I'd let the ruby and the fortune go together. Listen,the decision shall be in your hands. Shall I try to fulfil the oldman's preposterous and malignant condition? or shall I throw the wholething up at once, let the money go to Horace Burton, return to Africa,and keep on pounding away in the hope of making enough to win you inthe end? Now, which is it to be? You shall say.'

  'It's not fair to place the entire responsibility upon my shoulders.'

  'Since this is a matter in which you are primarily interested, my onedesire is that your views should be treated with the utmost possibledeference.'

  'Then get the ruby.'

  'But how?'

  'Tear it from her if you like; knock her down and steal it; I don'tcare. Only don't make love to her under the pretence of doing me aservice. Guy, if you're even civil to her--'

  She left the sentence unfinished; the air with which she spoke waseloquent enough.

  'My dear Letty, as if I should! Then do you suggest that I should goand see her?'

  'Of course. To-night.'

  'To-night?'

  'At once. And get the ruby from her somehow; I don't care how, but getit. And meet me here in the morning with it in your hand.'

  'But, dearest, Miss Bewicke goes to the theatre.'

  'I don't care where she goes.'

  'Exactly, but I can hardly interview her in the theatre; and, in anycase, she would scarcely have the ruby with her there.'

  'Then see her after.'

  'After the theatre?'

  'Oh, Guy, don't keep asking me questions! If you only knew how I hatethe notion of your seeing her at all, especially to solicit a favourat her hands. But since I suppose you must, you must get it over. OnlyI know what took place between you before; papa knows and everybodyknows--heaps of people have told me.' A curious something came intoher voice, a sort of choking sound. It frightened Mr Holland. 'Guy,you must see her to-night--to-night--and never again. Get the rubyfrom her if you have to fight her for it, and meet me here to-morrowmorning with it in your hand.'

  Without a word of warning she scurried from him down the path. Hecalled after her.

  'Letty!'

  'Don't try to stop me. I don't want to speak to you when you're goingto see that woman.'

  There was that in her voice which caused him to deem it advisable totake her at her word. He let her go. He remained behind to objurgatefickle fortune and other things. He told himself, not for the firsttime,--

  'It really was not worth while to see ghosts in Africa for this. Ifspectral visitations all tend this way I bar them. The next ghost Isee I'll decline to notice it. It shall lead somebody else into amess, not me.' He began to stroll towards the gate, kicking every nowand then at the pebbles on the path. 'Never thought Letty was such alittle spitfire. Bless her heart! I love her for it all the more. Whocan have told her about the mess I made of things with May? I'll swearI didn't. These things will out.' He groaned. 'It's past seven. I'llgo and get something to eat. Then if food screws my courage to thesticking point I'll go and interview Miss Bewicke a little later. Butas for taking that ruby from her _vi et armis_--oh, lord! If everthere was a forlorn hope, I'm down for one to-night.'

  Miss Bewicke had a flat in Victoria Street. A little after half-pasteleven Mr Holland addressed himself to the hall porter with an inquiryif she was in. There was that in his bearing which suggested that thefood which he had consumed had not exhilarated him to any appreciableextent. In fact, so melancholy was his air that one would not havebeen surprised to learn that it had injuriously affected hisdigestion. The porter regarded him askance.

  'Do you know Miss Bewicke?'

  'I have that honour.'

  'Sure?'

  'Tolerably sure.'

  'You'll excuse my asking you, but such a lot of people, perfectstrangers, come hanging about and annoying her that my orders are notto let anybody go up if I can help it who isn't a friend of hers. Iunderstand you to say that you are a friend.'

  'A friend of some years' standing.'

  Mr Holland sighed. The porter observed him with dubious glances, beingpossibly doubtful as to the meaning of the sigh.

  'I suppose it's all right if you're a friend of hers; you ought toknow best if you are. I can only say that you'll do no good if you'retrying it on. I don't know if Miss Bewicke is in; I don't think she'sretur
ned from the theatre. But you can go up and see. I'll take you upin the lift if you like.'

  The porter took him up in the lift. On the way Mr Holland asked aquestion.

  'Do Miss Bewicke's unknown admirers allow their admiration to carrythem as far as her private residence?'

  'I don't know about admiration. Idiots I call them; and sometimesworse. People hang about here all day, and sometimes half the night,trying to introduce themselves to her, and I don't know what rubbish.Why, I've known half-a-dozen cabs follow her from the theatre to thevery door.'

  'Empty cabs?'

  'Not much; a fool, and sometimes two fools, in each.'

  'Ah!' Mr Holland reflected. 'If Miss Bewicke had been destined to bemy wife I wonder how I should have enjoyed her being the object ofsuch ardent admiration. Under such circumstances a husband's feelingsmust be worth dissection.'

  In reply to Mr Holland's modest knock, the door of Miss Bewicke'sapartments was opened by a young gentleman well over six feet high,who appeared to be in rather a curious frame of mind.

  'What the deuce do you want?' was his courteous salutation.

  'I want Miss Bewicke.'

  'Oh, you do, do you? then just you come inside.'

  He took Mr Holland by the shoulder, and that individual, although alittle surprised at the young gentleman's notion of the sort ofreception which it was advisable to accord a friendly visitor,suffered him to lead him to an apartment which was beyond. This wasapparently a sitting-room, prettily furnished, particularly withphotographs, as is the manner of ladies who are connected with thetheatre, and contained a table which was laid for two. The younggentleman still did not release Mr Holland's shoulder. He glared athim instead, and put to him this flattering question,--

  'Are you the blackguard who has been making himself a nuisance aboutthe place this last week and more?'

  Mr Holland's reply was mild in the extreme.

  'I hope not.'

  'You hope not? What do you mean by that? Don't you know you are?'

  'I do not. I think the mistake, sir, is yours. May I ask who you are?You have your own ideas of how to greet the coming guest. Does MissBewicke keep you on the premises in order that you may mete out thiskind of treatment to all her friends? You should be popular.'

  'You're no friend of Miss Bewicke's. Don't try to bounce me, sir. I'lltell you in two words who I am. My name's Dumville--Bryan Dumville.Miss Bewicke is shortly to be my wife. As her affianced husband Iconsider myself entitled to protect her from the impertinentattentions of any twopenny-ha'penny bounder who chooses to think thatbecause she condescends to appear upon the stage of a theatre he is atliberty to persecute her when and how he pleases.'

  'Your sentiments do you credit, Mr Dumville.'

  'Don't try to soft-soap me, sir. You can speak smoothly enough to me;but I will give you ten seconds, before I throw you down the stairs,to explain the meaning of your presence here.'

  'I think, Mr Dumville, that, if I were you, I should make it a littlemore than ten seconds before, as you put it, you throw me down thestairs. I have come to see Miss Bewicke. I am afraid I can onlyexplain myself to her.'

  'No, you don't. That trick's been played before! It's stale; out yougo!'

  'Don't be an ass, sir!'

  'Ass!'

  The epithet seemed to add fuel to the excitable Mr Dumville's flame.Throwing both arms round Mr Holland, trying to lift him off theground, he proceeded to hustle him towards the door. Mr Holland,unwilling to be treated in quite such unceremonious fashion, displayeda capacity for resistance for which, possibly, the other wasunprepared. There was every prospect of a delightful little bout ofrough and tumble, when an interruption came.

  'Bryan! what are you doing?'

  The interruption came from a young lady who was standing at the opendoor.