"Just so!" Mr. Parker concluded triumphantly. "That"s where the sporting instinct comes in. You know a thing is going to amuse and excite you.
Beyond that you do not think."
"But in this case," I persisted, "I think it is your duty to think for your daughter"s sake."
Eve flashed upon me the first angry glance I had seen from her.
"I think," she decided coldly, "it is not worth while discussing this matter with Mr. Walmsley. We are too far apart in our ideas. He has been brought up among a different cla.s.s of people and in a different way.
Besides, he misses the chief point. If I weren"t an adventuress, Mr.
Walmsley, I might have to become a typist and daddy might have to serve in a shop. Don"t you think that we"d rather live--really live, mind--even for a week or two of our lives, than spend dull years, as we have done, upon the treadmill?"
"I give it up," I said. "There is only one argument left. You know quite well that the pecuniary excuse exists no longer."
She looked at me and her face softened.
"You are a queer person!" she murmured. "You are so very English, so very set in your views, so very respectable; and yet you are willing to take us both--"
"I am only thinking of marrying you," I interrupted.
"Well, you were going to make daddy an allowance, weren"t you?"
"With great pleasure," I a.s.sured her vigorously; "and I only wish you"d take my hand now and we"d fix up everything to-morrow. We could go down and see my house in the country, Eve--I think you"d love it--and there are such things, even in England, you know, as special licenses."
"You dear person!" she laughed. "I can"t be rushed into respectability like this."
Perhaps that was really my first moment of genuine encouragement, for there had been a little break in her voice, something in her tone not altogether natural. If only we had been alone--if even another summons to the telephone had come just then for her father! Fortune, however, was not on my side. Instead, the waiter appeared with the bill and diverted my attention. Eve and her father whispered together. The moment had pa.s.sed.
"Anything particular on this afternoon, Walmsley? "Mr. Parker asked as he rose to his feet.
"Not a thing," I replied.
"I have just got to hurry off," he explained; "a little matter of business. Eve has nothing to do for an hour or so--"
"I"ll look after her if I may," I interposed eagerly.
"Don"t be later than half past five, Eve," her father directed as he went off, "and don"t be tired."
We followed him a few minutes later into the street. A threatening shower had pa.s.sed away. The sky overhead was wonderfully soft and blue; the air was filled with sunlight, fragrant with the perfume of barrows of lilac drawn up in the gutter. Eve walked by my side, her head a little thrown back, her eyes for a moment half closed.
"But London is delicious on days like this!" she exclaimed. "What are you going to do with me, Mr. Walmsley?"
"Take you down to the Archbishop of Canterbury and marry you!" I threatened.
She shook her head.
"I couldn"t be married on a Friday! Let us go and see some pictures instead."
We went into the National Gallery and wandered round for an hour. She knew a great deal more about the pictures than I did, and more than once made me sit down by her side to look at one of her favorite masterpieces.
"I want to go to Bond Street now," she said when we left, "I think it will be quite all right at this time in the afternoon, and there are some weird things to be seen there. Do you mind?"
We walked again along Pall Mall. Pa.s.sing the Carlton she suddenly clutched at my arm. A little stifled cry escaped her; the color left her cheeks. We increased our speed. Presently she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Heavens, what an escape!" she exclaimed. "Do you think he saw me?"
"Do you mean the young man who was getting out of the taxicab?"
She nodded.
"One of our victims," she murmured; "daddy"s victim, rather. I didn"t do a thing to him."
"I am quite sure he didn"t see you," I told her. "He was struggling to find change."
She sighed once more. The incident seemed to have shaken her.
"The worst of our sort of life is," she confided, "that it must soon come to an end. We have victims all over the place! One of them is bound to turn up and be disagreeable sooner or later."
"I should say, then," I remarked, "that the moment is opportune for a registrar"s office and a trip to Abyssinia."
"And leave daddy to face the music alone?" she objected. "It couldn"t be done."
We turned into a tea shop and sat in a remote corner of the place. I had made up my mind to say no more to her that day, but the opportunity was irresistible.
There was a little desultory music, a hum of distant conversation, and Eve herself was thoughtful. I pleaded with her earnestly.
"Eve," I begged, "if only you would listen to me seriously! I simply cannot bear the thought of the danger you are in all the time. Give it up, dear, this moment--to-day! We"ll lead any sort of life you like. We"ll wander all over Europe--America, if you say the word. I am quite well enough off to take you anywhere you choose to go and still see that your father is quite comfortable. You"ve made such a difference in such a short time!"
She was certainly quieter and her tone was softer. She avoided looking at me.
"Perhaps," she said very gently, "this feeling you speak of would pa.s.s away just as quickly."
"There isn"t any fear of that!" I a.s.sured her. "As I care for you now, Eve, I must care for you always; and you know it"s torture for me to think of you in trouble--perhaps in disgrace. As my wife you shall be safe.
You"ll have me always there to protect you. I should like to take you even farther afield for a time--to India or j.a.pan, if you like--and then come back and start life all over again."
"You"re rather a dear!" she murmured softly. "I will tell you something at any rate. I do care for you--a little--better than I"ve ever cared for any one else; but I can"t decide quite so quickly."
"Give up this adventure to-night!" I begged. "I hate to mention it, Eve, but if money--I put my checkbook in my pocket to-day. If your father would only--"
She stopped me firmly.
"After the things you have told me," she said, "I don"t think I could bear to have him take your money to-day. I can"t quite do as you wish; but what you have said shall make a difference, I promise you. I can"t say more.
Please drive me home now."
CHAPTER V--MR. SAMUELSON
The moment I opened my paper the next morning the very announcement I had dreaded to find was there in large type! I read the particulars breathlessly: DARING BURGLARY IN HAMPSTEAD--LADY LOSES TWO THOUSAND POUNDS" WORTH OF JEWELRY. The burglary had taken place at the house of a Mr. and Mrs. Samuelson, in Wood Grove, Hampstead. It appeared that a dinner party had been given at the house during the evening, which had engaged the attention of the whole of the staff of four servants, and that for an hour or so the upper premises were untenanted.