She nodded. "He says that if I let him know at once, he will arrange to get you safely out of the country."
I lay back in the chair and laughed out loud.
Joyce, who was still sitting on the arm, looked down happily into my face. "Oh," she said, "I love to hear you laugh again." Then, slipping her hand into mine, she went on: "I suppose he means to arrange it so that it will look as if you had been caught by accident while he was trying to help you."
"I expect so," I said. "I should be out of the way again then, and you would be so overcome by grat.i.tude--Oh, yes, there"s quite a Georgian touch about it."
The sharp tinkle of an electric bell broke in on our conversation.
Joyce jumped up from the chair, and for a moment both remained listening while "Jack" answered the door.
"I know who it is," whispered Joyce. "It"s old Lady Mortimer. She had an appointment for one o"clock."
"But what have you arranged to do?" I asked. "There"s no reason you should put all your people off. I can go away for the time, or stop in another room, or something."
"No, no; it"s all right," whispered Joyce. "I"ll tell you in a minute."
She waited until we heard the front door shut, and then coming back to me sat down again on my knee.
"I told Jack," she said, "not to let any one into the flat till three o"clock. I have an appointment then I ought to keep, but that still gives us nearly two hours. I will send Jack across to Stewart"s to fetch us some lunch, and we"ll have it in here. What would you like, my Neil?"
"Anything but eggs and bacon," I said, getting out another cigarette.
She jumped up with a laugh, and, after striking me a match, went out into the pa.s.sage, leaving the door open. I heard her call the page-boy and give him some instructions, and then she came back into the room, her eyes dancing with happiness and excitement.
"Isn"t this splendid!" she exclaimed. "Only this morning I was utterly miserable wondering if you were dead, and here we are having lunch together just like the old days in Chelsea."
"Except for your hair, Joyce," I said. "Don"t you remember how it was always getting in your eyes?"
"Oh, that!" she cried; "that"s easily altered."
She put up her hands, and hastily pulled out two or three hairpins.
Then she shook her head, and in a moment a bronze mane was rippling down over her shoulders exactly as it used to in the old days.
"I wish I could do something like that," I said ruefully. "I"m afraid my changes are more permanent."
Joyce came up and thrust her arm into mine. "My poor dear," she said, pressing it to her. "Never mind; you look splendid as you are."
"Won"t your boy think there"s something odd in our lunching together like this?" I asked. "He seems a pretty acute sort of youth."
"Jack?" she said. "Oh, Jack"s all right. He was a model in Chelsea. I took him away from his uncle, who used to beat him with a poker. He doesn"t know anything about you, but if he did he would die for you cheerfully. He"s by way of being rather grateful to me."
"You always inspired devotion, Joyce," I said, smiling. "Do you remember how Tommy and I used to squabble as to which of us should eventually adopt you?"
She nodded, almost gravely; then with a sudden change back to her former manner, she made a step towards the inner room, pulling me after her.
"Come along," she said. "We"ll lunch in there. It"s more cheerful than this, and anyway I want to see you in the daylight."
I followed her in through the curtains, and found myself in a small, narrow room with a window which looked out on the back of Burlington Arcade. A couple of chairs, a black oak gate-legged table, and a little green sofa made up the furniture.
Joyce took me to the window, and still holding my arm, made a second and even longer inspection of McMurtrie"s handiwork.
"It"s wonderful, Neil," she said at last. "You look fifteen years older and absolutely different. No one could possibly recognize you except by the way you speak."
"I"ve been practising that," I said, altering my voice. "I shouldn"t have given myself away if you hadn"t taken me by surprise."
She smiled again happily. "It"s so good to feel that you"re safe, even if it"s only for a few days." Then, letting go my arm, she crossed to the sofa. "Come and sit down," she went on. "We"ve got to decide all sorts of things, and we shan"t have too much time."
"I"ve told you my plans, Joyce," I said, "such as they are. I mean to go through with this business of McMurtrie"s, though I"m sure there"s something crooked at the bottom of it. As for the rest--" I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on the sofa beside her; "well, I"ve got the sort of hand one has to play alone."
Joyce looked at me quietly and steadily.
"Neil," she said; "do you remember that you once called me the most pig-headed infant in Chelsea?"
"Did I?" I said. "That was rather rude."
"It was rather right," she answered calmly; "and I haven"t changed, Neil. If you think Tommy and I are going to let you play this hand alone, as you call it, you are utterly and absolutely wrong."
"Do you know what the penalties are for helping an escaped convict?" I asked.
She laughed contemptuously. "Listen, Neil. For three years Tommy and I have had no other idea except to get you out of prison. Is it likely we should leave you now?"
"But what can you do, Joyce?" I objected. "You"ll only be running yourselves into danger, and--"
"Oh, Neil dear," she interrupted; "it"s no good arguing about it. We mean to help you, and you"ll have to let us."
"But suppose I refuse?" I said.
"Then as soon as Tommy comes back tomorrow I shall tell him everything that you"ve told me. I know your address at Pimlico, and I know just about where your hut will be down the Thames. If you think Tommy will rest for a minute till he"s found you, you must have forgotten a lot about him in the last three years."
She spoke with a kind of indignant energy, and there was an obstinate look in her blue eyes, which showed me plainly that it would be waste of time trying to reason with her.
I reflected quickly. Perhaps after all it would be best for me to see Tommy myself. He at least would appreciate the danger of dragging Joyce into the business, and between us we might be able to persuade her that I was right.
"Well, what are your ideas, Joyce?" I said. "Except for keeping my eye on George I had no particular plan until I heard from McMurtrie."
Joyce laid her hand on my sleeve. "Tomorrow," she said, "you must go and see Tommy. He is coming back by the midday train, and he will get to the flat about two o"clock. Tell him everything that you have told me. I shan"t be able to get away from here till the evening, but I shall be free then, and we three will talk the whole thing over. I shan"t make any more appointments here after tomorrow."
"Very well," I said reluctantly. "I will go and look up Tommy, but I can"t see that it will do any good. I am only making you and him liable to eighteen months" hard labour." She was going to speak, but I went on. "Don"t you see, Joyce dear, there are only two possible courses open to me? I can either wait and carry out my agreement with McMurtrie, or I can go down to Chelsea and force the truth about Marks"s death out of George--if he really knows it. Dragging you two into my wretched affairs won"t alter them at all."
"Yes, it will," she said obstinately. "There are lots of ways in which we can help you. Suppose these people turn out wrong, for instance; they might even mean to give you up to the police as soon as they"ve got your secret. And then there"s George. If he does know anything about the murder I"m the only person who is the least likely to find it out. Why--"
A discreet knock at the outer door interrupted her, and she got up from the sofa.
"That"s Jack with the lunch," she said. "Come along, Neil dear. We won"t argue about it any more now. Let"s forget everything for an hour,--just be happy together as if we were back in Chelsea."
She held out her hands to me, her lips smiling, her blue eyes just on the verge of tears. I drew her towards me and gently stroked her hair, as I used to do in the old days in Chelsea when she had come to me with some of her childish troubles. I felt an utter brute to think that I could ever have doubted her loyalty, even for an instant.
How long we kept the luckless Jack waiting on the mat I can"t say, but at last Joyce detached herself, and crossing the room, opened the door. Jack came in carrying a basket in one hand and a table-cloth in the other. If he felt any surprise at finding Joyce with her hair down he certainly didn"t betray it.