"I got what I could, Mademoiselle," he observed, putting down his burdens. "Oyster patties, galatine, cheese-cakes, and a bottle of champagne. I hope that will please Mademoiselle?"
"It sounds distinctly pleasing, Jack," said Joyce gravely. "But then you always do just what I want."
The boy flushed with pleasure, and began to lay the table without even so much as bestowing a glance on me. It was easy enough to see that he adored his young mistress--adored her far beyond questioning any of her actions.
All through lunch--and an excellent lunch it was too--Joyce and I were ridiculously happy. Somehow or other we seemed to drop straight back into our former jolly relations, and for the time I almost forgot that they had ever been interrupted. In spite of all she had been through since, Joyce, at the bottom of her heart, was just the same as she had been in the old days--impulsive, joyous, and utterly unaffected. All her bitterness and sadness seemed to slip away with her grown-up manner; and catching her infectious happiness, I too laughed and joked and talked as cheerfully and unconcernedly as though we were in truth back in Chelsea with no hideous shadow hanging over our lives. I even found myself telling her stories about the prison, and making fun of one of the chaplain"s sermons on the beauties of justice. At the time I remembered it had filled me with nothing but a morose fury.
It was the little clock on the mantlepiece striking a quarter to three which brought us back to the realities of the present.
"I must go, Joyce," I said reluctantly, "or I shall be running into some of your d.u.c.h.esses."
She nodded. "And I"ve got to do my hair by three, and turn myself back from Joyce into Mademoiselle Vivien--if I can. Oh, Neil, Neil; it"s a funny, mad world, isn"t it!" She lifted up my hand and moved it softly backwards and forwards against her lips. Then, suddenly jumping up, she went into the next room, and came back with my hat and stick.
"Here are your dear things," she said; "and I shall see you tomorrow evening at Tommy"s. I shan"t leave him a note--somebody might open it; I shall just let you go and find him yourself. Oh, I should love to be there when he realizes who it is."
"I know just what he"ll do," I said. "He"ll stare at me for a minute; then he"ll say quite quietly, "Well, I"m d.a.m.ned," and go and pour himself out a whisky."
She laughed gaily. "Yes, yes," she said. "That"s exactly what will happen." Then with a little change in her voice she added: "And you will be careful, won"t you, Neil? I know you"re quite safe; no one can possibly recognize you; but I"m frightened all the same--horribly frightened. Isn"t it silly of me?"
I kissed her tenderly. "My Joyce," I said, "I think you have got the bravest heart in the whole world."
And with this true if rather inadequate remark I left her.
I had plenty to think about during my walk back to Victoria. Exactly what result the sharing of my secret with Tommy and Joyce would have, it was difficult to forecast, but it opened up a disquieting field of possibilities. Rather than get either of them into trouble I would cheerfully have thrown myself in front of the next motor bus, but if such an extreme course could be avoided I certainly had no wish to end my life in that or any other abrupt fashion until I had had the satisfaction of a few minutes" quiet conversation with George.
I blamed myself to a certain extent for having given way to Joyce.
Still, I knew her well enough to be sure that if I had persisted in my refusal she would have stuck to her intention of trying to help me against my will. That would only have made matters more dangerous for all of us, so on the whole it was perhaps best that I should go and see Tommy. I had not the fainest doubt he would be anxious enough to help me himself if I would let him, but he would at least see the necessity for keeping Joyce out of the affair. We ought to be able to manage her between us, though when I remembered the obstinate look in her eyes I realized that it wouldn"t be exactly a simple matter.
I stopped at a book-shop just outside Victoria, which I had noticed on the previous evening. I wanted to order a copy of a book dealing with a certain branch of high explosives that I had forgotten to ask McMurtrie for, and when I had done that I took the opportunity of buying a couple of novels by Wells which had been published since I went to prison. Wells was a luxury which the prison library didn"t run to.
With these tucked under my arm, and still pondering over the unexpected results of my chase after George, I continued my walk to Edith Terrace. As I reached the house and thrust my key into the lock the door suddenly opened from the inside, and I found myself confronted by the apparently rather embarra.s.sed figure of Miss Gertie "Uggins.
"I "eard you a-comin"," she observed, rubbing one hand down her leg, "so I opened the door like."
"That was very charming of you, Gertrude," I said gravely.
She t.i.ttered, and then began to retreat slowly backwards down the pa.s.sage. "There"s a letter for you in the sittin"-room. Come by the post after you"d gorn. Yer want some tea?"
"I don"t mind a cup," I said. "I"ve been eating and drinking all day; it seems a pity to give it up now."
"I"ll mike yer one," she remarked, nodding her head. "Mrs. Oldbury"s gorn out shoppin"."
She disappeared down the kitchen stairs, and opening the door of my room I discovered the letter she had referred to stuck up on the mantelpiece. I took it down with some curiosity. It was addressed to James Nicholson, Esq., and stamped with the Strand postmark. I did not recognize the writing, but common-sense told me that it could only be from McMurtrie or one of his crowd.
When I opened the envelope I found that it contained a half-sheet of note-paper, with the following words written in a sloping, foreign-looking hand:
"You will receive either a message or a visitor at five o"clock tomorrow afternoon. Kindly make it convenient to be at home at that hour."
That was all. There was no signature and no address, and it struck me that as an example of polite letter-writing it certainly left something to be desired. Still, the message was clear enough, which was the chief point, so, folding it up, I thrust it back into the envelope and put it away in my pocket. After all, one can"t expect a really graceful literary style from a High Explosives Syndicate.
I wondered whether the note meant that the preparations which were being made for me at Tilbury were finally completed. McMurtrie had promised me a week in Town, and so far I had only had two days; still I was hardly in a position to kick if he asked me to go down earlier.
Anyhow I should know the next day, so there seemed no use in worrying myself about it unnecessarily.
It was my intention to spend a quiet interval reading one of my books, before going out somewhere to get some dinner. In pursuance of this plan I exchanged my boots for a pair of slippers and settled myself down comfortably in the only easy-chair in the room. In about ten minutes" time, faithful to her word, Gertie "Uggins brought me up an excellent cup of tea, and stimulated by this and the combined intelligence and amorousness of Mr. Wells"s hero, I succeeded in pa.s.sing two or three very agreeable hours.
At seven o"clock I roused myself rather reluctantly, put on my boots again, and indulged in the luxury of a wash and a clean collar. Then, after ringing the bell and informing Mrs. Oldbury that I should be out to dinner, I left the house with the pleasantly vague intention of wandering up West until I found some really attractive restaurant.
It was a beautiful evening, more like June than the end of April; and with a cigarette alight, I strolled slowly along Victoria Street, my mind busy over the various problems with which Providence had seen fit to surround me. I had got nearly as far as the Stores, when a sudden impulse took me to cross over and walk past our offices. A taxi was coming up the road, so I waited for a moment on the pavement until it had pa.s.sed. The back part of the vehicle was open, and as it came opposite to me, the light from one of the big electric standards fell clear on the face of the man inside. He was sitting bolt upright, looking straight out ahead, but in spite of his opera hat and his evening dress I recognized him at once. It was the man with the scar--the man I had imagined to be tracking me on the previous evening.
CHAPTER XII
A SCRIBBLED WARNING
I have never been slow to act in moments of sudden emergency, and in rather less than a second I had made up my mind. The mere idea of stalking one"s own shadower was a distinctly attractive one; surrounded as I was by a baffling sense of mystery and danger I jumped at the chance with an almost reckless enthusiasm.
Coming up behind was another taxi--an empty one, the driver leaning back in his seat puffing lazily at a pipe. I stepped out into the road and signalled to him to pull up.
"Follow that taxi in front," I said quickly. "If you keep it in sight till it stops I"ll give you five shillings for yourself."
All the languor disappeared from the driver"s face. Hastily knocking out his pipe, he stuffed it into his pocket, and the next moment we were bowling up Victoria Street hard on the track of our quarry.
I sat back in the seat, filled with a pleasant exhilaration. Of course it was just possible that I was making a fool of myself--that the gentleman in front was as innocent of having spied on my movements as the Bishop of London. Still if that were the case there could be no harm in following him, while if he were really one of McMurtrie"s friends a closer acquaintance with his methods of spending the evening seemed eminently desirable.
Half way along Whitehall my driver quickened his pace until we were only a few yards behind the other taxi. I was just going to caution him not to get too near, when I realized that unless we hung on as close as possible we should probably lose it in the traffic at the corner of the Strand. The soundness of this reasoning was apparent a moment later, when we only just succeeded in following it across the Square before a policeman"s hand peremptorily barred the way.
Past the Garrick Theatre, across Long Acre, and up Charing Cross Road the chase continued with unabated vigour. At the Palace the other driver turned off sharp to the left, and running a little way along Old Compton Street came to a halt outside Parelli"s, the well-known restaurant. As he began to slow down I picked up the speaking tube and instructed my man to go straight past on the other side of the street, an order which he promptly obeyed without changing his pace. I didn"t make the mistake of looking round. I just sat still in my seat until we had covered another thirty yards or so, and then gave the signal to stop.
The driver, who seemed to have entered thoroughly into the spirit of the affair, at once clambered out of his seat and came round as though to open the door.
"Gent"s standin" on the pavement payin" "is fare, sir," he observed in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "Thought ye might like to know before ye gets out."
"Thanks," I said; "I"ll take the chance of lighting a cigarette."
I was about to suit the action to the word, when with a sudden exclamation the man again interrupted me.
"There"s another gent just come up in a taxi, sir--proper toff too from "is looks. "E"s shakin" "ands with our bloke."
"Is he an old man?" I asked quickly--"an old man with gla.s.ses?"
""E don"t look very old, but "e"s got a gla.s.s right enough--leastways one o" them bow-winder things in "is eye." He paused. "They"ve gone inside now, Guv"nor; they won"t spot ye if you want to "op it."
He opened the door, and stepping out on to the pavement I handed him half a sovereign, which I was holding in readiness.
He touched his cap. "Thank ye, sir. Thank ye very much." Then, fumbling in his pocket, he produced a rather dirty and crumpled card.