"I doubt it; but we might have a silver betrothal feast as well as a silver wedding. Hasn"t that sort of thing ever been done?"
He laughed at the conceit, and when the parting really did come she was looking forward as through a dim mist, towards that silver time at which he had hinted; and when she went upstairs she prayed that after five-and-twenty years of married life she might be as happy as she was then. And all night she slept sweetly, dreaming the happiest dreams of all that took place during the pa.s.sage of the years, through which she walked with the husband whom she loved so dearly, ever heart in heart and hand in hand. That night was to her a halcyon time.
CHAPTER XXVI
GOOD NIGHT
When Rodney Elmore went home, as his cab drew up in front of his lodgings a man came quickly across the road and stood so that he was between him and the entrance to the house.
"Mr. Rodney Elmore?"
Rodney looked him up and down. It was not a very good light just there, but it was clear enough for him to recognise the man who had greeted him. For the first time in his life a feeling that was something very like dizziness went all over him, so that he all but reeled; but that self-control which so seldom quitted him except for the briefest instant was back before it had actually gone. He did not reel, but stood quite still, and, with a smile upon his face, looked the man fairly and squarely in the eyes.
"That is my name--I am Rodney Elmore; but you, sir--pray, who are you?"
"My name is Edward Giles. But I don"t think that that can mean much to you, Mr. Elmore."
"I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Giles, but, as you say, your name does convey absolutely nothing to me. What is it that I can have the pleasure of doing for you at this latish hour?"
The man was silent for a moment. Then a curious smile flitted across his face as he came a half-step nearer.
"Think, Mr. Elmore. I shouldn"t be surprised if you had rather a good memory. Don"t you remember me?"
"Not the least in the world, Mr. Giles."
"It isn"t so very long ago since you saw me."
"Indeed! I presume it was on rather a special occasion, Mr. Giles, since you appear to be rather anxious to recall it to my recollection."
"It was rather a special occasion for you, Mr. Elmore; and a still more special occasion--for Mr. Patterson."
"My uncle?"
"Yes, Mr. Elmore, your uncle. Don"t you remember last Sunday evening at Brighton station?"
Rodney hesitated.
"Why do you ask?"
"You do remember, Mr. Elmore, and so do I. I can see you still, coming sauntering down the platform smoking a cigarette and looking into the first-cla.s.s carriages to see which of them would suit you best. You chose one, and then stood for a moment or two at the door, looking up and down the platform, to see, as it were, if there was anything which caught your eye. Then you got into the carriage, and took the seat at the farther end, facing the engine. You thought you were going to journey up all alone, but just as the train was starting a stout, elderly gentleman came bustling along. Yours was the only carriage door that was open, and I helped him in. I shut the door, and you went out of the station together. Don"t you remember that? Look at me carefully. Don"t you remember that I was the party who helped your uncle into your carriage? Just look at me and think."
Again Rodney hesitated, and seemed to think. Then he said, in a tone the indifference of which was perhaps a trifle studied:
"Really, Mr. Giles, I don"t quite know what it is you expect me to say."
The man gave a little laugh.
"Anyhow, Mr. Elmore, you"ve said it."
Without an attempt at a farewell greeting, he walked quickly back across the street, to where, as Rodney had been aware, another person had been waiting.
The pair walked briskly off together side by side, and Rodney went up the steps into the house. He knew that, as he had expected, the presence of that platform inspector was going to prove awkward for him; more awkward than he cared to think. But he did think, as he turned into his sitting-room; and still stood thinking as the door was gently opened and Mabel Joyce came in. Her agitation was almost unpleasantly evident. One could see that her hands were trembling, that her lips were twitching, and that, indeed, it was all she could do to keep her whole body from shaking. She came quickly towards the table, and leaned upon the edge; plainly it was a very real a.s.sistance in aiding her to stand. And her voice was as tremulous as her person.
"Did--did you see him?"
"My dear Mabel, did I see whom?"
She seemed to clutch the table still more tightly.
"Rodney, don"t! It"s no good. Do you think I don"t know? What"s the good of pretending with me, when you know--I know? What c.o.c.k-and-bull story is this about some man, some fool, some lunatic, who says--he did it? Do you think that I don"t know, that Mr. Dale doesn"t know, that they all don"t know? Rodney," and her voice trembled so that it was with pain she spoke at all, "there"ll--there"ll--be a warrant--out--in the morning. Oh, my G.o.d! my G.o.d!"
And the girl threw herself forward on the table, crying and trembling as if on the verge of a convulsion.
"What on earth, Mabel, is the use of spoiling your pretty face like this? I am a little worried to-night, and that"s the truth. If there"s anything you want to say to me, old girl, say it, and have done with it."
He sighed. She raised herself from the table, and looked across at him.
"Rodney, it won"t be any use our marrying." There was a big sob. "That won"t save you--now. G.o.d knows what will."
"It"s really very good of you to worry about the sort of man that I have been to you; take my tip, my dear, don"t worry. I"ll win through."
"But how? How? You don"t understand! This--this fool, whoever he is, who pretends he did it, has only made them all the keener. They--they mean to have you now."
"They? And who are _they?_"
"There"s Dale, and Giles, and Harlow, and--and don"t ask me who besides. They"re all wild because--because you tricked them; because they made such idiots of themselves at the inquest."
Rodney raised his arms above his head, and stretched himself, and yawned, as if he were a little weary.
"They were a trifle premature; coroner, and jury, an eminent specialist, and Harlow, and all--the whole jolly lot of them. I don"t wonder they feel a trifle wild. But why with me?"
"You know, Rodney--you know! You know! Oh, don"t--don"t pretend!"
"On my word of honour--if it"s any use employing that pretty figure of speech with you--I am not pretending. I"ve still another trick in the bag; that"s all. And that"s what you don"t give me credit for, my dear."
"What--what trick"s that? You"ve too many tricks--you"re all tricks!
It"s--Rodney, it"s--it"s too late for tricks!"
"But not for this pretty trick of mine. Mabel, it"s such a pretty one!
But now you listen to me for a moment. Pull yourself together. Stand up; let me see your face."
She did as he bade her, and stood, leaning on the table with both her hands, looking at him with eyes from which the tears were streaming.
"Mabel, you asked me to marry you. I said I would, and I will."