"Oh, both of you join us, won"t you?"
Philamore having expressed himself as quite agreeable to the arrangement, it was settled they should all go to the theatre.
CHAPTER XXVI.
MARJORIE WILLIAMSON.
Punctually to time, the girls arrived at the "Metropole," and, picking up the boys, they drove on to the "Grosvenor" for Goody and his friend.
It was a tight squeeze to find seating room for all, but the Criterion Theatre was not far away, and Hil laughingly insisted on taking all of them. Thus, for the third time, the five chief characters of this veracious history were in each other"s company, though on this occasion four were known to each other, and the fifth a stranger, but knowing well himself in whose company he was. They were comfortably settled in their box as the curtain rose, and all eyes were turned to the stage in eager antic.i.p.ation of the appearance of the actress who had been so much talked about. When she did appear, two of the party gave a start; Reg in wonder where he had seen the face before, and Wyck in astonishment, for the familiar face and voice recalled old memories.
"I have seen that face somewhere before," said Reg to Hil, "but I can"t think where. The programme styles her "Mrs. Montague," but that does not give me a clue."
"You may have seen her in London," she suggested.
"Wasn"t her name Marjorie Williamson?" whispered Mr. Philamore, as he laid aside the opera-gla.s.ses through which he had been gazing intensely.
"That"s she; the very same. By Jove, I am glad," added Reg, excitedly.
"Hush," said Hal, for Reg had raised his voice, and unpleasant glances were cast in the direction of their box.
During the first act, Reg remained so engrossed in his thoughts that he left the play unheeded. He was only roused from his reverie by the vociferous applause that brought the actress twice before the curtain.
Her success was now a.s.sured, much to his delight.
The boys, accompanied by Goody and Philamore, left for the saloon during the interval and the girls found themselves alone.
"What do you think of him?" asked Hil.
"I can"t say. I don"t like red hair," answered May.
"He can"t help that. I thought him rather pleasant."
"How strange that Reg should recognise this lady."
"And Mr. Philamore knows her too. He said her name was Marjorie Williamson."
"Marjorie Williamson! Why, that is the girl he told me about. She was one of Wyck"s victims," said May, in surprise.
"They"re coming back," said Hil, as the gentlemen entered the box.
"Too bad of us to go and leave you," observed Philamore, with a smile.
"Oh, we don"t mind."
"Did you know Miss Williamson in London?" asked Hil of him.
"Slightly. As much as one knows the leading stars," he replied.
"Was she a star there?"
"Yes, she was rather successful, but I believe she got into some trouble and had to retire, contrary to the general rule, for it usually adds to their celebrity."
"What trouble?" asked May, curiously.
"That"s more than I can tell. You see we never notice these things in England, they are every-day occurrences. I don"t think I should have recognised her but for her voice," answered Philamore, indifferently.
"Where did you meet your friend, Mr. Goodchild?" asked Reg, when they stood outside the box.
"At the hotel. He only arrived from England a few days ago. He seems a very pleasant young fellow and is well connected at home, knows the Governor, and moves in good society."
"I don"t care about him," said Hal. "I have taken an unreasonable dislike to him. I have a certain repellent feeling when he speaks to me."
"It"s strange he should know Marjorie Williamson, too," said Reg.
"Oh, I suppose everybody about town, who sees an actress on the stage, thinks himself ent.i.tled to claim acquaintance with her."
"Yes, I suppose so. I must call on her. I wonder where she is staying."
"No idea, but we can soon find out," and walking to one of the attendants, came back and said: "Petty"s Hotel."
"Why that"s close to the "Grosvenor." We will call to-morrow. I shall be awfully glad to see her again."
"And she"ll be glad to see you, old chap, I should think."
At the close of the performance, the boys saw the girls to their carriage and, promising to call on the following day, bade Goody and his friend good-night, and walked to their hotel.
The boys strolled along in silence, and each guessed that the same thing occupied their thoughts. At last, Hal said:
"Look here, Reg, ever since I had that dream in which I saw Wyck and d.i.c.k laughing over our failure, I cannot forgive myself for not stopping at Toowoomba, and seeing Bill Adams, and making sure that Wyck is dead, for we have only old Brown"s word for it, and he is the kind of fellow that would do anything for money. How do we know his death was not a put-up job?"
"Quite right, Hal, I think we ought to settle that point at once. If Wyck is dead, his clothes will still be at Toowoomba; if he is alive, he will have called for his stick, and we must find him."
"The express leaves at eight to-morrow morning. You can make an excuse for me to the girls, but let"s keep the business to ourselves until it is settled," said Hal.
"You"ll wire if you hear anything?"
"Of course. I don"t think I shall, but at any rate we"ll settle the question, and have done with it."
The next morning Hal left for Toowoomba, and at mid-day Reg called at Petty"s Hotel, and sent in his card to Mrs. Montague. He was at once shown in and met with a hearty reception.
"Mr. Morris," said she, "you see I have fulfilled my promise."
"Yes, and I don"t know of anything which has delighted me more. I was there last night, and never enjoyed a play more."
"I saw you. You were in a box with two ladies and two gentlemen."