Adrien Leroy.
by Charles Garvice.
CHAPTER I
It was a cold night in early spring, and the West End streets were nearly deserted. The great shutters of the shops were being drawn down with a dull rumble, and every moment the pavements grew more dreary looking as the glories of the plate-gla.s.s windows were hidden.
Tired workers with haggard faces were making their way homeward; to them the day was at an end. But to the occupants of the whirring taxis and smart motors, as they sped westward, the round of their day was but half-way through; for them, the great ones of the earth, the all-important hour of dinner was at hand.
At the entrance of one of the most luxurious clubs in Pall Mall two men, in immaculate evening dress, stood carelessly surveying the hurrying throngs of people.
"Seven," said one, as the hour struck from the nearest church. "I thought Standon said seven."
"Yes, and like a woman, meant half-past," returned the other, hiding a yawn.
"Stan"s too young to value his dinner properly, but Leroy ought to have been punctual. Oh, here _is_ Stan!" as a slight, well-dressed man sprang hastily from a smart motor and came towards them.
"h.e.l.lo!" said the new-comer, shaking hands, "you two fellows first? I hope I"m not late, Shelton."
"Of course you"re late," growled Shelton, with characteristic pessimism.
"You always are, and Leroy is worse. Come along, we may as well wait inside as in this beastly draught."
In the great dining-hall the snowy-covered tables were being taken rapidly by members about to dine; silent-footed waiters were hurrying to and fro, carrying out their various duties, while intermittently the sound of opening champagne bottles mingled with the buzz of conversation and the ripple of laughter.
The three men, Mortimer Shelton, Lord Standon and Frank Pa.r.s.elle, seated themselves at a table in a comfortable recess and took stock of the room, responding to numerous nods and smiles of recognition, while grumbling at the unpunctuality of their friend.
"Ten past seven!" groaned Shelton, looking at his watch. "I might have known that Leroy would be late. Shall we wait?"
"Oh, yes!" said Pa.r.s.elle; "Adrien might not like it, you know. It is a bore, though! The soup will be as thick as mud!"
"By Jove! I"d forgotten," interrupted Standon suddenly. "I met Leroy yesterday, and he asked me to tell you he might be late, as he was off to Barminster Castle last night. We were not to wait. He gave me a note, and--if I haven"t left it in my other coat--" He fumbled in his pocket.
"No; here it is." He produced the note with an air of triumph, and Shelton, with a muttered exclamation of disgust, ordered dinner to be served before he opened it. As he did so and ran his eye over the contents, he frowned.
"Just listen to this," he said irritably.
""MY DEAR MORTIMER,
A letter from Jasper takes me down to the Castle. I will return in time to join your little party and, with your leave, bring Jasper along too; but don"t wait on any account.
""Yours,
""ADRIEN LEROY.""
"Jasper--always Jasper!" commented Standon. "I"d like to know by what means Jasper Vermont has obtained such influence over Leroy."
"Ah, that"s the mystery!" said Pa.r.s.elle, frowning.
"It"s as plain as a pikestaff," growled Mortimer Shelton. "Leroy saved Vermont"s life years ago--at Oxford, I think. That"s enough for Adrien.
If a cat or dog, or even a one-eyed monkey, placed itself under his protection, Adrien Leroy would stick to it through thick and thin. You know his little way; and this Vermont is no fool. He intends to make full use of his friend."
"And yet Leroy is not easily taken in," remarked Pa.r.s.elle thoughtfully.
"Every man has his weak point," retorted Shelton with a shrug, "and Jasper is Leroy"s one vulnerable spot. He will believe nothing against him."
"He"s a lucky chap, Vermont," said Standon pensively. "No one really knows what he is or where he springs from; yet he always seems to have plenty of money, and apparently the whole of Leroy"s pa.s.ses through his hands."
"Something near a million," put in Pa.r.s.elle enviously, "and with the run of a castle like a palace. No, Vermont"s no fool!"
Mortimer Shelton nodded.
"The Castle"s all right," he said curtly. "You can trust the Leroys to have the best of everything. They treat money like dirt, and bow before nothing but Royalty and women. Yet, with it all, there"s no stauncher friend than a Leroy."
"As Vermont knows only too well," muttered Standon dryly. "By the way, I saw Ada Lester in the Park this morning. Jove! Such furs!"
"In that quarter Adrien certainly treats his money like dust," said Pa.r.s.elle, with a short laugh. "I can"t think what he sees in her; to me she seems an insatiate animal--and about as difficult to satisfy. It"s a jolly good job for Leroy that, thanks to his father"s generosity, his income runs into five figures--nothing else would stand the strain."
"Do you know, some one told me at the Casket the other night that Leroy had made the theatre over to Ada entirely, and settled a thousand a year on her into the bargain," said Standon, leaning forward.
"I daresay," Mortimer commented dryly. "He"s fool enough for anything.
The place runs him into eight thousand a year as it is--not including Ada Lester, the lady manager--so he might just as well hand it over to her altogether. I wish to goodness the wretched building would burn down! "Pon my word, I shall set it alight myself one fine night----"
"Hush! Here he is," said Lord Standon; adding quickly, "with Vermont, of course."
The others looked round towards the new-comers. One was a dark-haired man of about forty years of age. His face was pale, with an almost unhealthy pallor, from which his small dark eyes glittered restlessly; his thin lips, tightly closed, were set in an almost straight line.
Clean-shaven, sleek of hair, he wore an expression of cautious slyness that implied a mental att.i.tude ever on guard against some sudden exposure of his real feelings. Such was Jasper Vermont.
His companion was of a different calibre. Still apparently in the early thirties, tall, and with clear-cut aristocratic features, he was decidedly good to look upon. His face, fair as that of a woman, was perhaps slightly marred by the expression of weakness which lurked round the finely-moulded lips; but for all that it was stamped with the latent n.o.bility which characterised his race.
The Hon. Adrien Leroy, only son of Baron Barminster, was one of the most noted figures in fashionable society. His father, who since the death of Lady Barminster had lived almost as a recluse, spent the days in the old Castle, and had practically abdicated in favour of his son. So that the colossal income accruing from the coal mines of Wales, the rentals of the Leroy estates in the Southern Counties, and the ground rents of a considerable acreage in one of the most fashionable parts of London, all pa.s.sed through the hands of Adrien, who, in his turn, spent it like water, leaving Jasper Vermont--his one-time college friend and now his confidential steward--to watch over his affairs.
Leroy, with a genial smile of greeting for all, but a grave, almost weary expression in his blue eyes, parried the numerous questions and invitations that beset him on all sides, and, taking Vermont"s arm, drew him towards the table where his three friends awaited him.
"I"m sorry we"re late," he said in a pleasant voice, which was clear and unaffected, in strong contrast to the chatter which buzzed round him at their entry. "Blame Jasper, who, if he is as hungry as I am, is punished already."
His good-humoured laugh as he seated himself drew echoes from his friends; Leroy"s popularity was never more apparent than in a gathering of this sort, composed exclusively of his own s.e.x.
"So, have just come up from Barminster," said Shelton presently, "How is the Castle looking?"
Adrien, busily satisfying a vigorous appet.i.te, merely nodded and smiled in reply; but Jasper Vermont answered for him.
"Beautiful!" he said, with a smile which showed his white, even teeth.
"Beautiful! It"s a charming view; but we saw little of it this visit.
Ah, Shelton, you are really an epicure! We don"t get clear turtle like this at the Pallodeon--eh, Adrien?"
"No," replied the young man, looking up. "We ought to have Shelton on the committee. No wonder they love you here, Shelton! And so the colt has lost the steeplechase? I saw the news as I came along."