She shrugged her shoulders in silence this time, and, to the best of my belief, made no more serious attempts to un-Ashmead her Ashmead.
A month had now pa.s.sed, and that was a little more than half the dreary time she had to wade through. She began to count the days, and that made her pine all the more. Time is like a kettle. Be blind to him, he flies; watch him, he lags. Her sweet temper was a little affected, and she even reproached Ashmead for holding her out false hopes that his advertis.e.m.e.nts of her gains would induce Severne to come to her, or even write. "No," said she; "there must be some greater attraction. Karl says that Miss Vizard, who called upon me, was a beauty, and dark. Perhaps she was the lovely girl I saw at the opera. She has never been there since: and he is gone to England with people of that name."
"Well, but that Miss Vizard called on you. She can"t intend to steal him from you."
"But she may not know; a woman may injure another without intending. He may deceive her; he has betrayed me. Her extraordinary beauty terrifies me. It enchanted me; and how much more a man?"
Joseph said he thought this was all fancy; and as for his advertis.e.m.e.nts, it was too early yet to p.r.o.nounce on their effect.
The very day after this conversation he bounced into her room in great dudgeon. "There, madam! the advertis.e.m.e.nts _have_ produced an effect; and not a pleasant one. Here"s a detective on to us. He is feeling his way with Karl. I knew the man in a moment; calls himself Poikilus in print, and Smith to talk to; but he is Aaron at the bottom of it all, and can speak several languages. Confound their impudence! putting a detective on to _us,_ when it is they that are keeping dark."
"Who do you think has sent him?" asked Ina, intently.
"The party interested, I suppose."
"Interested in what?"
"Why, in the money you won; for he was drawing Karl about that."
"Then _he_ sent the man!" And Ina began to pant and change color.
"Well, now you put it to me, I think so. Come to look at it, it is certain. Who else _could_ it be? Here is a brace of sweeps. They wouldn"t be the worse for a good kicking. You say the word, and Smith shall have one, at all events."
"Alas! my friend," said Ina, "for once you are slow. What! a messenger comes here direct from _him;_ and are we so dull we can learn nothing from him who comes to question us? Let me think."
She leaned her forehead on her white hand, and her face seemed slowly to fill with intellectual power.
"That man," said she at last, "is the only link between him and me. I must speak to him."
Then she thought again.
"No, not yet. He must be detained in the house. Letters may come to him, and their postmarks may give us some clew."
"I"ll recommend the house to him."
"Oh, that is not necessary. He will lodge here of his own accord. Does he know you?"
"I think not."
"Do not give him the least suspicion that you know he is a detective."
"All right, I won"t."
"If he sounds you about the money, say n.o.body knows much about it, except Mademoiselle Klosking. If you can get the matter so far, come and tell me. But be _you_ very reserved, for you are not clear."
Ashmead received these instructions meekly, and went into the _salle "a manger_ and ordered dinner. Smith was there, and had evidently got some information from Karl, for he opened an easy conversation with Ashmead, and it ended in their dining together.
Smith played the open-handed country man to the life--stood champagne.
Ashmead chattered, and seemed quite off his guard. Smith approached the subject cautiously. "Gamble here as much as ever?"
"All day, some of them."
"Ladies and all?"
"Why, the ladies are the worst."
"No; are they now? Ah, that reminds me. I heard there was a lady in this very house won a pot o" money."
"It is true. I am her agent."
"I suppose she lost it all next day?"
"Well, not all, for she gave a thousand pounds to the poor."
"The dressmakers collared the rest?"
"I cannot say. I have nothing to do except with her theatrical business.
She will make more by that than she ever made at play."
"What, is she tip-top?"
"The most rising singer in Europe."
"I should like to see her."
"That you can easily do. She sings tonight. I"ll pa.s.s you in."
"You are a good fellow. Have a bit of supper with me afterward. Bottle of fizz."
These two might be compared to a couple of spiders, each taking the other for a fly. Smith was enchanted with Ina"s singing, or pretended. Ashmead was delighted with him, or pretended.
"Introduce me to her," said Smith.
"I dare not do that. You are not professional, are you?"
"No, but you can say I am, for a lark."
Ashmead said he should like to; but it would not do, unless he was very wary.
"Oh, I"m fly," said the other. "She won"t get anything out of me. I"ve been behind the scenes often enough."
Then Ashmead said he would go and ask her if he might present a London manager to her.
He soon brought back the answer. "She is too tired to-night: but I pressed her, and she says she will be charmed if you will breakfast with her to-morrow at eleven." He did not say that he was to be with her at half-past ten for special instructions. They were very simple. "My friend," said she, "I mean to tell this man something which he will think it his duty to telegraph or write to _him_ immediately. It was for this I would not have the man to supper, being after post-time. This morning he shall either write or telegraph, and then, if you are as clever in this as you are in some things, you will watch him, and find out the address he sends to."
Ashmead listened very attentively, and fell into a brown study.