He knew what she was thinking. What would have been her position now if she had followed Riri to Indo-China and found herself at twenty-one a widow with nothing but her own two hundred thousand francs to live on? It was a lucky escape and she congratulated herself on her good sense. Jean was a husband of whom she could be proud. He was earning good money. Jean was tortured by remorse. What he had suffered before was nothing to what he suffered now The anguish that the recollection of his treachery caused him was worse than a physical pain gnawing at his vitals. It would a.s.sail him suddenly when he was in the middle of his work and twist his heartstrings with a violent pang. His agony was such that he craved for relief, and it was only by an effort of all his will that he prevented himself from making a full confession to Marie-Louise. But he knew how she would take it; she would not be shocked, she would think it rather a clever trick and be even subtly flattered that for her sake he had been guilty of a despicable act. She could not help him. He began to dislike her. For it was for her that he had done the shameful thing, and what was she? An ordinary, commonplace, rather calculating little woman. "What a fool I"ve been," he repeated.
He did not even find her pretty any more. He knew now that she was terribly stupid. But of course she was not to blame for that, she was not to blame because he had been false to his friend; and he forced himself to be as sweet and tender to her as he had always been. He did whatever she wanted. She had only to express a wish for him to fulfil it if it was in his power. He tried to pity her, he tried to be tolerant; he told himself that from her own petty standpoint she was a good wife, methodical, saving, and in her manner, dress, and appearance a credit to a respectable young man. All that was true; but it was on her account that Riri had died, and he loathed her. She bored him to distraction. Though he said nothing, though he was kind, amiable, and indulgent, he could often have killed her. When he did, however, it was almost without meaning to. It was ten months after Riri"s death, and Riri"s parents, Monsieur and Madame Renard, gave a party to celebrate the engagement of their daughter. Jean had seen little of them since Riri"s death and he did not want to go. But Marie-Louise said they must; he had been Riri"s greatest friend and it would be a grave lack of politeness on Jean"s part not to attend an important celebration in the family. She had a keen sense of social obligation.
"Besides, it"ll be a distraction for you. You"ve been in poor spirits for so long, a little amus.e.m.e.nt will do you good. There"ll be champagne, won"t there? Madame Renard doesn"t like spending money, but on an occasion like this she"ll have to sacrifice herself."
Marie-Louise chuckled slyly when she thought what a wrench it would be to Madame Renard to unloose her purse-strings.
The party had been very gay. It gave Jean a nasty turn when he found that they were using Riri"s old room for the women to put their wraps in and the men their coats. There was plenty of champagne. Jean drank a great deal to drown the bitter remorse that tormented him. He wanted to deaden the sound in his ears of Riri"s laugh and to shut his eyes to the good-humour of his shining glance. It was three o"clock when they got home. Next day was Sunday, so Jean had no work to go to. They slept late. The rest I can tell in Jean Charvin"s own words.
"I had a headache when I woke. Marie-Louise was not in bed. She was sitting at the dressing-table brushing her hair. I"ve always been very keen on physical culture, and I was in the habit of doing exercises every morning. I didn"t feel very much inclined to do them that morning, but after all that champagne I thought I"d better. I got out of bed and took up my Indian clubs. Our bedroom was fairly large and there was plenty of room to swing them between the bed and the dressing-table where Marie-Louise was sitting. I did my usual exercises. Marie-Louise had started a little while before having her hair cut differently, quite short, and I thought it repulsive. From the back she looked like a boy, and the stubble of cropped hair on her neck made me feel rather sick. She put down her brushes and began to powder her face. She gave a nasty little laugh.
""What are you laughing at?" I asked.
"Madame Renard. That was the same dress she wore at our wedding, she"d had it dyed and done over; but it didn"t deceive me. I"d have known it anywhere."
"It was such a stupid remark, it infuriated me. I was seized with rage, and with all my might I hit her over the head with my Indian club. I broke her skull, apparently, and she died two days later in hospital without recovering consciousness."
He paused for a moment. I handed him a cigarette and lit another myself "I was glad she did. We could never have lived together again, and it would have been very hard to explain my action."
"Very"
"I was arrested and tried for murder. Of course I swore it was an accident, I said the club had slipped out of my hand, but the medical evidence was against me. The prosecution proved that such an injury as Marie-Louise had suffered could only have been caused by a violent and deliberate blow. Fortunately for me they could find no motive. The public prosecutor tried to make out that I had been jealous of the attentions some man had paid her at the party and that we had quarrelled on that account, but the man he mentioned swore that he had done nothing to arouse my suspicions and others at the party testified that we had left the best of friends. They found on the dressing-table an unpaid dressmaker"s bill and the prosecutor suggested that we had quarrelled about that, but I was able to prove that Marie-Louise paid for her clothes out of her own money, so that the bill could not possibly have been the cause of a dispute. Witnesses came forward and said that I had always been kind to Marie-Louise. We were generally looked upon as a devoted couple. My character was excellent and my employer spoke in the highest terms of me. I was never in danger of losing my head, and at one moment I thought I had a chance of getting off altogether. In the end I was sentenced to six years. I don"t regret what I did, for from that day, all the time I was in prison awaiting my trial, and since, while I"ve been here, I"ve ceased to worry about Riri. If I believed in ghosts I"d be inclined to say that Marie-Louise"s death had laid Rids. Anyhow, my conscience is at rest, and after all the torture I suffered I can a.s.sure you that everything I"ve gone through since is worth it; I feel I can now look the world in the face again."
I know that this is a fantastic story; I am by way of being a realist, and in the stories I write I seek verisimilitude. I eschew the bizarre as scrupulously as I avoid the whimsical. If this had been a tale that I was inventing I would certainly have made it more probable. As it is, unless I had heard it with my own ears I am not sure that I should believe it. I do not know whether Jean Charvin told me the truth, and yet the words with which he closed his final visit to me had a convincing ring. I had asked him what were his plans for the future.
"I have friends working for me in France," he answered. "A great many people thought at the time that I was the victim of a grave miscarriage of justice; the director of my firm is convinced that I was unjustly condemned; and I may get a reduction of my sentence. Even if I don"t, I think I can count upon getting back to France at the end of my six years. You see, I"m making myself useful here. The accounts were very badly kept when I took them over, and I"ve got them in apple-pie order. There have been leakages, and I"m convinced that if they"ll give me a free hand, I can stop them. The commandant likes me and I"m certain that he"ll do everything he can for me. At the worst I shan"t be much over thirty when I get back."
"But won"t you find it rather difficult to get work?"
"A clever accountant like me, and a man who"s honest and industrious, can always get work. Of course I shan"t be able to live in Le Havre, but the director of my firm has business connexions at Lille and Lyons and Ma.r.s.eilles. He"s promised to do something for me. No, I look forward to the years to come with a good deal of confidence. I shall settle down somewhere, and as soon as I"m comfortably fixed up I shall marry. After what I"ve been through I want a home."
We were sitting in one of the corners of the veranda that surrounded my house in order to get any draught there might be, and on the north side I had left a jalousie undrawn. The strip of sky you saw with a single coconut tree on one side, its green foliage harsh against the blue, looked like an advertis.e.m.e.nt for a tropical cruise. Jean Charvin"s eyes searched the distance as though he sought to see the future.
"But next time I marry," he said thoughtfully, "I shan"t marry for love, I shall marry for money."
WINTER CRUISE.
Captain Erdmann knew Miss Reid very little till the Friedrich Weber reached Haiti. She came on board at Plymouth, but by then he had taken on a number of pa.s.sengers, French, Belgian, and Haitian, many of whom had travelled with him before, and she was placed at the chief engineer"s table. The Friedrich Weber was a freighter sailing regularly from Hamburg to Cartagena on the Colombian coast and on the way touching at a number of islands in the West Indies. She carried phosphates and cement from Germany and took back coffee and timber; but her owners, the Brothers Weber, were always willing to send her out of her route if a cargo of any sort made it worth their while. The Friedrich Weber was prepared to take cattle, mules, potatoes, or anything else that offered the chance of earning an honest penny. She carried pa.s.sengers. There were six cabins on the upper deck and six below. The accommodation was not luxurious, but the food was good, plain, and abundant, and the fares were cheap. The round trip took nine weeks and was not costing Miss Reid more than forty-five pounds. She looked forward not only to seeing many interesting places, with historical a.s.sociations, but also to acquiring a great deal of information that would enrich her mind.
The agent had warned her that till the ship reached Port au Prince in Haiti she would have to share a cabin with another woman. Miss Reid did not mind that, she liked company, and when the steward told her that her companion was Madame Bollin she thought at once that it would be a very good opportunity to rub up her French. She was only very slightly disconcerted when she found that Madame Bollin was coal-black. She told herself that one had to accept the rough with the smooth and that it takes all sorts to make a world. Miss Reid was a good sailor, as indeed was only to be expected since her grandfather had been a naval officer, but after a couple of roughish days the weather was fine and in a very short while she knew all her fellow-pa.s.sengers. She was a good mixer. That was one of the reasons why she had made a success of her business; she owned a tea room at a celebrated beauty spot in the west of England and she always had a smile and a pleasant word for every customer who came in; she closed down in the winter and for the last four years had taken a cruise. You met such interesting people, she said, and you always learnt something. It was true that the pa.s.sengers on the Friedrich Weber weren"t of quite so good a cla.s.s as those she had met the year before on her Mediterranean cruise, but Miss Reid was not a sn.o.b, and though the table manners of some of them shocked her somewhat, determined to look upon the bright side of things she decided to make the best of them. She was a great reader and she was glad, on looking at the ship"s library, to find that there were a lot of books by Phillips Oppenheim, Edgar Wallace, and Agatha Christie; but with so many people to talk to she had no time for reading and she made up her mind to leave them till the ship emptied herself at Haiti.
"After all," she said, "human nature is more important than literature."
Miss Reid had always had the reputation of being a good talker and she flattered herself that not once during the many days they were at sea had she allowed the conversation at table to languish. She knew how to draw people out, and whenever a topic seemed to be exhausted she had a remark ready to revive it or another topic waiting on the tip of her tongue to set the conversation off again. Her friend Miss Prince, daughter of the late Vicar of Campden, who had come to see her off at Plymouth, for she lived there, had often said to her: "You know, Venetia, you have a mind like a man. You"re never at a loss for something to say."
"Well, I think if you"re interested in everyone, everyone will be interested in you," Miss Reid answered modestly. "Practice makes perfect, and I have the infinite capacity for taking pains which d.i.c.kens said was genius."
Miss Reid was not really called Venetia, her name was Alice, but disliking it she had, when still a girl, adopted the poetic name which she felt so much better suited to her personality.
Miss Reid had a great many interesting talks with her fellow-pa.s.sengers and she was really sorry when the ship at length reached Port au Prince and the last of them disembarked. The Friedrich Weberstopped two days there, during which she visited the town and the neighbourhood. When they sailed she was the only pa.s.senger. The ship was skirting the coast of the island stopping off at a variety of ports to discharge or to take on cargo.
"I hope you will not feel embarra.s.sed alone with so many men, Miss Reid," said the captain heartily as they sat down to midday dinner.
She was placed on his right hand and at table besides sat the first mate, the chief engineer, and the doctor.
"I"m a woman of the world, Captain. I always think if a lady is a lady gentlemen will be gentlemen."
"We"re only rough sailor men, madam, you mustn"t expect too much."
"Kind hearts are more than coronets and simple faith than Norman blood, Captain," answered Miss Reid.
He was a short, thick-set man, with a clean-shaven head and a red, clean-shaven face. He wore a white stengah-shifter, but except at meal-times unb.u.t.toned at the neck and showing his hairy chest. He was a jovial fellow. He could not speak without bellowing. Miss Reid thought him quite an eccentric, but she had a keen sense of humour and was prepared to make allowances for that. She took the conversation in hand. She had learnt a great deal about Haiti on the voyage out and more during the two days she had spent there, but she knew that men liked to talk rather than to listen, so she put them a number of questions to which she already knew the answers; oddly enough they didn"t. In the end she found herself obliged to give quite a little lecture, and before dinner was over, Mittag Essen they called it in their funny way, she had imparted to them a great deal of interesting information about the history and economic situation of the Republic, the problems that confronted it, and its prospects for the future. She talked rather slowly, in a refined voice, and her vocabulary was extensive.
At nightfall they put in at a small port where they were to load three hundred bags of coffee, and the agent came on board. The captain asked him to stay to supper and ordered c.o.c.ktails. As the steward brought them Miss Reid swam into the saloon. Her movements were deliberate, elegant, and self-a.s.sured. She always said that you could tell at once by the way she walked if a woman was a lady. The captain introduced the agent to her and she sat down.
"What is that you men are drinking?" she asked.
"A c.o.c.ktail. Will you have one, Miss Reid?"
"I don"t mind if I do."
She drank it and the captain somewhat doubtfully asked her if she would have another.
"Another? Well, just to be matey."
The agent, much whiter than some, but a good deal darker than many, was the son of a former minister of Haiti to the German court, and having lived for many years in Berlin spoke good German. It was indeed on this account that he had got a job with a German shipping firm. On the strength of this Miss Reid, during supper, told them all about a trip down the Rhine that she had once taken. Afterwards she and the agent, the skipper, the doctor, and the mate sat around a table and drank beer. Miss Reid made it her business to draw the agent out. The fact that they were loading coffee suggested to her that he would be interested in learning how they grew tea in Ceylon, yes, she had been to Ceylon on a cruise, and the fact that his father was a diplomat made it certain that he would be interested in the royal family of England. She had a very pleasant evening. When she at last retired to rest, for she would never have thought of saying she was going to bed, she said to herself: "There"s no doubt that travel is a great education."
It was really an experience to find herself alone with all those men. How they would laugh when she told them all about it when she got home! They would say that things like that only happened to Venetia. She smiled when she heard the captain on deck singing with that great booming voice of his. Germans were so musical. He had a funny way of strutting up and down on his short legs singing Wagner tunes to words of his own invention. It was Tannhiluser he was singing now (that lovely thing about the evening star) but knowing no German Miss Reid could only wonder what absurd words he was putting to it. It was as well.
"Oh, what a bore that woman is, I shall certainly kill her if she goes on much longer." Then he broke into Siegfried"s martial strain. "She"s a bore, she"s a bore, she"s a bore. I shall throw her into the sea."
And that of course is what Miss Reid was. She was a crashing, she was a stupendous, she was an excruciating bore. She talked in a steady monotone, and it was no use to interrupt her because then she started again from the beginning. She had an insatiable thirst for information and no casual remark could be thrown across the table without her asking innumerable questions about it. She was a great dreamer and she narrated her dreams at intolerable length. There was no subject upon which she had not something prosy to say. She had a truism for every occasion. She hit on the commonplace like a hammer driving a nail into the wall. She plunged into the obvious like a clown in a circus jumping through a hoop. Silence did not abash her. Those poor men far away from their homes and the patter of little feet, and with Christmas coming on, no wonder they felt low; she redoubled her efforts to interest and amuse them. She was determined to bring a little gaiety into their dull lives. For that was the awful part of it: Miss Reid meant well. She was not only having a good time herself, but she was trying to give all of them a good time. She was convinced that they liked her as much as she liked them. She felt that she was doing her bit to make the party a success and she was navely happy to think that she was succeeding. She told them all about her friend Miss Price and how often she had said to her: Venetia, no one ever has a dull moment in your company. It was the captain"s duty to be polite to a pa.s.senger and however much he would have liked to tell her to hold her silly tongue he could not, but even if he had been free to say what he liked, he knew that he could not have brought himself to hurt her feelings. Nothing stemmed the torrent of her loquacity. It was as irresistible as a force of nature. Once in desperation they began talking German, but Miss Reid stopped this at once.
"Now I won"t have you saying things I don"t understand. You ought all to make the most of your good luck in having me all to yourselves and practise your English."
"We were talking of technical matters that would only bore you, Miss Reid," said the captain.
"I"m never bored. That"s why, if you won"t think me a wee bit conceited to say so, I"m never boring. You see, I like to know things. Everything interests me and you never know when a bit of information won"t come in useful." The doctor smiled dryly.
"The captain was only saying that because he was embarra.s.sed. In point of fact he was telling a story that was not fit for the ears of a maiden lady."
"I may be a maiden lady but I"m also a woman of the world, I don"t expect sailors to be saints. You need never be afraid of what you say before me, Captain, I shan"t be shocked. I should love to hear your story."
The doctor was a man of sixty with thin grey hair, a grey moustache, and small bright blue eyes. He was a silent, bitter man, and however hard Miss Reid tried to bring him into the conversation it was almost impossible to get a word out of him. But she wasn"t a woman who would give in without a struggle, and one morning when they were at sea and she saw him sitting on deck with a book, she brought her chair next to his and sat down beside him.
"Are you fond of reading, Doctor?" she said brightly.
"Yes."
"So am I. And I suppose like all Germans you"re musical."
"I"m fond of music."
"So am I. The moment I saw you I thought you looked clever."
He gave her a brief look and pursing his lips went on reading. Miss Reid was not disconcerted.
"But of course one can always read. I always prefer a good talk to a good book. Don"t you?"
"No."
"How very interesting. Now do tell me why?"
"I can"t give you a reason."
"That"s very strange, isn"t it? But then I always think human nature is strange. I"m terribly interested in people, you know. I always like doctors, they know so much about human nature, but I could tell you some things that would surprise even you. You learn a great deal about people if you run a tea-shop like I do, that"s to say if you keep your eyes open."
The doctor got up.
"I must ask you to excuse me, Miss Reid. I have to go and see a patient."
"Anyhow I"ve broken the ice now," she thought, as he walked away. "I think he was only shy."
But a day or two later the doctor was not feeling at all well. He had an internal malady that troubled him now and then, but he was used to it and disinclined to talk about it. When he had one of his attacks he only wanted to be left alone. His cabin was small and stuffy, so he settled himself on a long chair on deck and lay with his eyes closed. Miss Reid was walking up and down to get the half-hour"s exercise she took morning and evening. He thought that if he pretended to be asleep she would not disturb him. But when she had pa.s.sed him half a dozen times she stopped in front of him and stood quite still. Though he kept his eyes closed he knew that she was looking at him.
"Is there anything I can do, Doctor?" she said.
He started.
"Why, what should there be?"
He gave her a glance and saw that her eyes were deeply troubled. "You look dreadfully ill," she said.
"I"m in great pain."
"I know. I can see that. Can"t something be done?"
"No, it"ll pa.s.s off presently."
She hesitated for a moment then went away. Presently she returned.
"You look so uncomfortable with no cushions or anything. I"ve brought you my own pillow that I always travel with. Do let me put it behind your head." He felt at that moment too ill to remonstrate. She lifted his head gently and put the soft pillow behind it. It really did make him feel more comfortable. She pa.s.sed her hand across his forehead and it was cool and soft.
"Poor dear," she said. "I know what doctors are. They haven"t the first idea how to take care of themselves."
She left him, but in a minute or two returned with a chair and a bag. The doctor when he saw her gave a twitch of anguish.
"Now I"m not going to let you talk, I"m just going to sit beside you and knit. I always think it"s a comfort when one isn"t feeling very well to have someone near."
She sat down and taking an unfinished m.u.f.fler out of her bag began busily to ply her needles. She never said a word. And strangely enough the doctor found her company a solace. No one else on board had even noticed that he was ill, he had felt lonely, and the sympathy of that crashing bore was grateful to him. It soothed him to see her silently working and presently he fell asleep. When he awoke she was still working. She gave him a little smile, but did not speak. His pain had left him and he felt much better.
He did not go into the saloon till late in the afternoon. He found the captain and Hans Krause, the mate, having a gla.s.s of beer together.
"Sit down, Doctor," said the captain. "We"re holding a council of war. You know that the day after tomorrow is Sylvester Abend."
"Of course."
Sylvester Abend, New Year"s Eve, is an occasion that means a great deal to a German, and they had all been looking forward to it. They had brought a Christmas tree all the way from Germany with them.
"At dinner today Miss Reid was more talkative than ever. Hans and I have decided that something must be done about it."
She sat with me for two hours this morning in silence. I suppose she was making up for lost time."
"It"s bad enough to be away from one"s home and family just now anyway and all we can do is to make the best of a bad job. We want to enjoy our Sylvester Abend, and unless something is done about Miss Reid we haven"t a chance."
"We can"t have a good time if she"s with us," said the mate. "She"ll spoil it as sure as eggs is eggs."
"How do you propose to get rid of her, short of throwing her overboard?" smiled the doctor. she"s not a bad old soul; all she wants is a lover."
"At her age?" cried Hans Krause.
"Especially at her age. That inordinate loquacity, that pa.s.sion for information, the innumerable questions she asks, her prosiness, the way she goes on and on-it is all a sign of her clamouring virginity. A lover would bring her peace. Those jangled nerves of hers would relax. At least for an hour she would have lived. The deep satisfaction which her being demands would travel through those exacerbated centres of speech, and we should have quiet."
It was always a little difficult to know how much the doctor meant what he said and when he was having a joke at your expense. The captain"s blue eyes, however, twinkled mischievously.
"Well, Doctor, I have great confidence in your powers of diagnosis. The remedy you suggest is evidently worth trying, and since you are a bachelor it is clear that it is up to you to apply it."
"Pardon me, Captain, it is my professional duty to prescribe remedies for the patients under my charge in this ship, but not to administer them personally. Besides, I am sixty."
"I am a married man with grown-up children," said the captain. "I am old and fat and asthmatic, it is obvious that I cannot be expected to undertake a task of this kind. Nature cut me out for the role of a husband and father, not for that of a lover."
"Youth in these matters is essential and good looks are advantageous," said the doctor gravely.
The captain gave a great bang on the table with his fist.
"You are thinking of Hans. You"re quite right. Hans must do it."
The mate sprang to his feet.
"Me? Never."