"No, no," she whispered; "don"t say that: I hate the word. Listen, Neil. I am coming to you again, down there, when we shall be alone--you and I together. I don"t know when it will be, but soon--ah, just as soon as I can. I can"t help you, not in the way I mean to, until you have finished your work, but I will come to you, and--and...."
Her voice failed, and lowering her head she buried her face in my coat. I bent down, and in a moment her lips met mine in another long, pa.s.sionate kiss. It was hard to see how I could have acted otherwise, but all the same I didn"t feel exactly proud of myself.
Indeed, it was in a state of very mixed emotions that I came back into the house after we had walked together as far as the corner of the street. The mere fact of my having found out for certain that the man with the scar was an agent of McMurtrie"s was enough in itself to give me food for pretty considerable thought. Any suspicions I may have had as to the genuineness of the doctor"s story were now amply confirmed.
I was not intimately acquainted with the working methods of the High Explosives Trade, but it seemed highly improbable that they could involve the drugging or poisoning of Government officials in public restaurants. As Tommy had forcibly expressed it, there was some "d.a.m.ned shady work" going on somewhere or other, and for all Sonia"s comforting a.s.surances concerning my own eventual prosperity, I felt that I was mixed up in about as sinister a mystery as even an escaped murderer could very well have dropped into.
The thought of Sonia brought me back to the question of our relations.
I could hardly doubt now that she loved me with all the force of her strange, sullen, pa.s.sionate nature, and that for my sake she was preparing to take some pretty reckless step. What this was remained to be seen, but that it amounted to a practical betrayal of her father and McMurtrie seemed fairly obvious from the way in which she had spoken. From the point of view of my own interests, it was an amazing stroke of luck that she should have fallen in love with me, and yet somehow or other I felt distinctly uncomfortable about it. I seemed to be taking an unfair advantage of her, though how on earth I was to avoid doing so was a question which I was quite unable to solve. I certainly couldn"t afford to quarrel with her, and she was hardly the sort of girl to accept anything in the nature of a disappointment to her affections in exactly a philosophic frame of mind.
I was still pondering over this rather delicate problem, when there came a knock at the door, and in answer to my summons Gertie "Uggins inserted her head.
"The lidy"s gorn?" she observed, looking inquiringly round the room.
I nodded. "There is no deception, Gertrude," I said. "You can search the coal-scuttle if you like."
She wriggled the rest of her body in round the doorway. "Mrs. Oldbury sent me up to ask if you"d be wantin" dinner."
"No," I said; "I am going out."
Gertie nodded thoughtfully. "Taikin" "er, I s"pose?"
"To be quite exact," I said, "I am dining with another lady."
There was a short pause. Then, with an air of some embarra.s.sment Gertie broke the silence. ""Ere," she said: "you know that five bob you give me?"
"Yes," I said.
"Well, I ain"t spendin" it on no dinner--see. I"m goin" to buy a "at wiv it--a "at like "ers: d"yer mind?"
"I do mind," I said severely. "That money was intended for your inside, Gertie, not your outside. You have your dinner, and I"ll buy you a new hat myself."
She clasped her hands together. "Ow!" she cried. "Yer mean it? Yer reely mean it?"
"I never joke," I said, "on sacred subjects."
Then to my dismay she suddenly began to cry. "You ain"t "alf--"alf bin good to me," she jerked out. "No one ain"t never bin good to me like you. I"d--I"d do anyfink for you."
"In that case," I said, "you may give me my hat--and cheer up."
She obeyed both commands, and then, still sniffing, valiantly marched to the front door and opened it for me to go out.
"Goo"-night, sir," she said.
"Good-night, Gertrude," I replied; and leaving her standing on the step I set off down the street. Whatever else prison might have done for me, it certainly seemed to have given me a capacity for making friends.
I reached Florence Court at about a quarter to seven, keeping a sharp lookout along the embankment as I approached for any sign of a loitering detective. Except for one aged gentleman, however, who seemed to be wholly occupied in spitting in the Thames, the stretch in front of the studios was absolutely deserted. Glancing at the board in the hall as I entered, I saw that "Mr. Morrison" and "Miss Vivien"
were both "in"--a statement which in Tommy"s case was confirmed a moment later by his swift appearance at the door in answer to my knock.
"Mr. Morrison, I believe?" I said.
He seized me by the arm and dragged me inside.
"This is fine. I never thought you"d be back as quick as this. Are things all right?"
"I should hardly go as far as that," I said. "But we seem to be getting along quite nicely."
He nodded. "Good! I just want a wash, and then we"ll go right in to Joyce"s place. We are going to have supper there, and you can tell us all about it while we"re feeding."
He splashed out some water into a basin in the corner of the studio, and made his ablutions with a swiftness that reminded me of some of my own toilets in the grey twilight of a Dartmoor dawn. Tommy was never a man who wasted much trouble over the accessories of life.
"Come along," he said, flinging down the towel on the sofa. "Joyce will be dying to hear what"s happened!"
I turned towards the hall, but he suddenly put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back.
"Not that way. We"ve a private road now--runs along the back of the studios."
He crossed the room, and opened a door which led out into a narrow stone pa.s.sage roofed in by gla.s.s.
I followed him along this till we came to another door, on which Tommy tapped twice with his knuckles. In a moment we heard a key turn and Joyce was standing on the threshold. When she saw who it was she gave a little cry of welcome and held out both her hands.
"But how nice!" she exclaimed. "I never thought you"d be here so soon."
We had each taken a hand, and talking and laughing at the same time, she pulled us in after her and shut the door.
"At last!" she cried softly; "at last!" And for a second or two we all three stood there just gripping each other"s hands and not saying a word. It certainly was rather a good feeling.
Tommy was the first to break the silence. "d.a.m.n it," he said huskily, "if Neil didn"t look so exactly like a brigand chief I believe I should blubber. Eh, Joyce--how do you feel?"
"I feel all right," said Joyce. "And he doesn"t look a bit like a brigand chief. He looks splendid." She stood back and surveyed me with a sort of tender proprietorship.
"I suppose we shall get used to it," remarked Tommy. "It nearly gave me heart disease to begin with." Then, going and locking the side door, he added cheerfully, "I vote we have supper at once. I"ve had nothing except whisky since I came off the boat."
"Well, there"s heaps to eat," said Joyce. "I"ve been out marketing in the King"s Road."
"What have you got?" demanded Tommy hungrily.
Joyce ticked them off with her fingers. "There"s a cold chicken and salad, some stuffed olives--those are for you, Neil, you always used to like them--a piece of Stilton cheese and a couple of bottles of champagne. They"re all in the kitchen, so come along both of you and help me get them."
"Where"s the faithful Clara?" asked Tommy.
"I"ve sent her out for the evening. I didn"t want any one to be here except just us three."
We all trooped into Joyce"s tiny kitchen and proceeded to carry back our supper into the studio, where we set it out on the table in the centre. We were so ridiculously happy that for some little time our conversation was inclined to be a trifle incoherent: indeed, it was not until we had settled down round the table and Tommy had knocked the head off the first bottle of champagne with the back of his knife that we in any way got back to our real environment.
It was Joyce who brought about the change. "I keep on feeling I shall wake up in a minute," she said, "and find out that it"s all a dream."
"Put it off as long as possible," said Tommy gravely. "It would be rotten for Neil to find himself back in Dartmoor before he"d finished his champagne."
"I don"t know when I shall get any more as it is," I said. "I"ve got to start work the day after tomorrow."