"You aren"t coming up."
"Oh, yes, I think so," Bob said. He stooped, with a quick movement, and picked her up, holding her across his shoulder, while she beat and clawed unavailingly at his back. So holding her, he thrust back the bolt of Cecilia"s door and flung it open.
"Did you think they had got you, Tommy?"
She could only cling to his free arm for a moment speechless. Then she lifted her face, her voice shaking, still in fear.
"We must hurry, Bob. They"ve sent for Papa."
"Have they?" said Bob, with interest. "Well, not a regiment of papas should stop you now, old girl. Got everything?"
Cecilia gathered up her things, nodding.
"Then we"ll leave this young lady here," said Bob. He placed Avice carefully on Cecilia"s bed, and made for the door, having the pleasure, as he shot the bolt, of hearing precisely what the younger Miss Rainham thought of him and all his attributes, including his personal appearance.
"A nice gift of language, hasn"t she?" he said. "Inherits it from her mamma, I should think." He put his arm round Cecilia and held her closely as they went downstairs, his face full of the joy of battle.
Wilfred was nowhere to be seen, but by the door Eliza waited. Bob slipped something into her hand.
"I expect you"ll lose your place over this, Eliza," he said. "Well, you"ll get a better--I"ll tell my lawyer to see to that. He"ll write to you--by the way, what"s your surname? Oh, Smithers--I"ll remember. And thank you very much."
They shook hands with her, and pa.s.sed out into the street. Cecilia was still too shaken to speak--but as Bob pulled her hand through his arm and hurried her along, her self-control returned, and the face that looked up at his presently was absolutely content. Bob returned the look with a little smile.
"Didn"t you know I"d come?" he asked. "You dear old stupid."
"I knew you"d come--but I thought Papa would get there first," Cecilia answered. "Somehow, it seemed the end of everything."
"It isn"t--it"s only the beginning," Bob answered.
There was a narrow side street that made a short cut from the tube station to the Rainhams" home; and as they pa.s.sed it Mark Rainham came hurrying up it. Bob and Cecilia did not see him. He looked at them for a moment, as if reading the meaning of the two happy faces--and then shrank back into an alley and remained hidden until his son and daughter had pa.s.sed out of sight. They went on their way, without dreaming that the man they dreaded was within a stone"s throw of them.
"So it was that," said Mark Rainham slowly, looking after them. "Out of gaol, are you--poor little prisoner! Well, good luck to you both!" He turned on his heel, and went back to his office.
CHAPTER VIII
HOW TOMMY BOARDED A STRANGE TAXI
"We"re nearly in, Tommy."
Cecilia looked up from her corner with a start, and the book she had been trying to read slipped to the floor of the carriage.
"I believe you were asleep," said Bob, laughing. "Poor old Tommy, are you very tired?"
"Oh, nothing, really. Only I was getting a bit sleepy," his sister answered. "Are we late, Bob?"
"Very, the conductor says. This train generally makes a point of being late. I wish it had made a struggle to be on time to-night; it would have been jolly to get to the ship in daylight." Bob was strapping up rugs briskly as he talked.
"How do we get down to the ship, Bob?"
"Oh, no doubt there"ll be taxis," Bob answered. "But it may be no end of a drive--the conductor tells me there are miles and miles of docks, and the Nauru may be lying anywhere. But he says there"s always a military official on duty at the station--a transport officer, and he"ll be able to tell me everything." He did not think it worth while to tell the tired little sister what another man had told him, that it was very doubtful whether they would be allowed to board any transport at night, and that Liverpool was so crowded that to find beds in it might be an impossibility. Bob refused to be depressed by the prospect. "If the worst came to the worst, there"d be a Y.W.C.A. that would take in Tommy," he mused. "And it wouldn"t be the first time I"ve spent a night in the open." Nothing seemed to matter now that they had escaped. But, all the same, there seemed no point in telling Tommy, who was extremely cheerful, but also very white-faced.
They drew into an enormous station, where there seemed a dense crowd of people, but no porters at all. Bob piled their hand luggage on the platform, and left Cecilia to guard it while he went on a tour of discovery. He hurried back to her presently.
"Come on," he said, gathering up their possessions. "There"s a big station hotel opening on to the platforms. I can leave you sitting in the vestibule while I gather up the heavy luggage and find the transport officer. I"m afraid it"s going to take some time, so don"t get worried if I don"t turn up very soon. There seem to be about fifty thousand people struggling round the luggage vans, and I"ll have to wait my turn.
But I"ll be as quick as I can."
"Don"t you worry on my account," Cecilia said. "This is ever so comfortable. I don"t mind how long you"re away!" She laughed up at him, sinking into a big chair in the vestibule of the hotel. There were heavy gla.s.s doors on either side that were constantly swinging to let people in or out; through them could be seen the hurrying throng of people on the station, rushing to and fro under the great electric lights, gathered round the bookstall, struggling along under luggage, or--very occasionally--moving in the wake of a porter with a barrow heaped with trunks. There were soldiers everywhere, British and Australian, and officers in every variety of Allied uniform.
An officer came in with a lady and two tiny boys--Cecilia recognized them as having been pa.s.sengers on their train. With them came an old Irish priest, who had met them, and the officer left them in his care while he also went off on the luggage quest. The small boys were apparently untired by their journey; they immediately began to use the swinging gla.s.s doors as playthings to the imminent risk of their own necks, since they were too little to be noticed by anyone coming in or out, and were nearly knocked flat a dozen times by the swing of the doors. The weary mother spent a busy time in rescuing them, and was not always entirely successful--b.u.mps and howls testified to the doors being occasionally quicker than the boys. Finally, the old priest gathered up the elder, a curly-haired, slender mite, into his arms and told him stories, while his plump and solemn brother curled up on his mother"s knee and dozed. It was clearly long after their bed-time.
The procession of people came and went unceasingly, the gla.s.s doors always aswing. In and out, in and out, men and women hurried, and just beyond the kaleidoscope of the platforms moved and changed restlessly under the glaring arc lights. Cecilia"s bewildered mind grew weary of it all, and she closed her eyes. It was some time later that she woke with a start, to find Bob beside her.
"Sleepy old thing," he said. "Oh, I"ve had such a wild time, Tommy; to get information of any kind is as hard as to get one"s luggage. However, I"ve got both. And the first thing is we can"t go on board to-night."
"Bob! What shall we do?"
"I was rather anxious about that same thing myself," said Bob, "since everyone tells me that Liverpool is more jammed with people than even London--which is saying something. However, we"ve had luck. I went to ask in here, never imagining I had the ghost of a chance, and they"d just had telegrams giving up two rooms. So we"re quite all right; and so is the luggage. I"ve had all the heavy stuff handed over to a carrier to be put on the Nauru to-morrow morning."
"You"re the great manager," said Cecilia comfortably. "Where is the Nauru, by the way?"
"Sitting out in the river, the transport officer says. She doesn"t come alongside until the morning; and we haven"t to be on board until three o"clock. She"s supposed to pull out about six. So we really needn"t have left London to-day--but I think it"s as well we did."
"Yes, indeed," said Cecilia, with a shiver. "I don"t think I could have stood another night in Lancaster Gate. I"ve been awake for three nights wondering what we should do if any hitch came in our plans."
"Just like a woman!" said Bob, laughing. "You always jump over your hedges before you come to them." He pulled her gently out of her chair.
"Come along; I"ll have these things sent up to our rooms, and then we"ll get some dinner--after which you"ll go to bed." It was a plan which sounded supremely attractive to his sister.
Not even the roar and rattle of the trains under the station hotel kept Cecilia awake that night. She slept, dreamlessly at first; then she had a dream that she was just about to embark in a great ship for Australia; that she was going up the gangway, when suddenly behind her came her father and her stepmother, with Avice, Wilfred and Queenie, who all seized her, and began to drag her back. She fought and struggled with them, and from the top of the gangway came Mr. M"Clinton and Eliza, who tugged her upwards. Between the two parties she was beginning to think she would be torn to pieces, when suddenly came swooping from the clouds an areoplane, curiously like a wheelbarrow, and in it Bob, who leaned out as he dived, grasped her by the hair, and swung her aboard with him.
They whirred away over the sea; where, she did not know, but it did not seem greatly to matter. They were still flying between sea and sky when she woke, to find the sunlight streaming into her room, and some one knocking at her door.
"Are you awake, Tommy?" It was Bob"s voice. "Lie still, and I"ll send you up a cup of tea."
That was very pleasant, and a happy contrast to awakening in Lancaster Gate; and breakfast a little later was delightful, in a big sunny room, with interesting people coming and going all the time. Bob and Cecilia smiled at each other like two happy children. It was almost unbelievable that they were free; away from tryanny and coldness, with no more plotting and planning, and no more prying eyes.
Bob went off to interview the transport officer after breakfast, and Cecilia found the officer"s wife with the two little boys struggling to attend to her luggage, while the children ran away and lost themselves in the corridors or endeavoured to commit suicide by means of the lift.
So Cecilia took command of them and played with them until the hara.s.sed mother had finished, and came to reclaim her offspring--this time with the worry lines smoothed out of her face. She sat down by Cecilia and talked, and presently it appeared that she also was sailing in the Nauru.
"Indeed, I thought it was only wives who were going," she said. "I didn"t know sisters were permitted."
"I believe General Harran managed our pa.s.sages," Cecilia said. "He has been very kind to my brother."
"Well, you should have a merry voyage, for there will be scarcely any young girls on board," said Mrs. Burton, her new friend. "Most of the women on the transports are brides, of course. Ever so many of our men have married over here."
"You are an Australian?" Cecilia asked.
"Oh, yes. My husband isn"t. He was an old regular officer, and returned to his regiment as soon as war broke out. I don"t think there will be many women on board: the Nauru isn"t a family ship, you know."