After that he lunched at the Club with Sir Charles Guestling who was just back from England, and had brought a younger brother out with him to see the country. It would have been a pleasanter lunch without that brother, Julian thought at the time. The brother said nothing offensive, indeed he hardly opened his mouth, but his eyes embarra.s.sed Julian strangely. He had curious blue-grey eyes that contrasted with his black hair, and he would fix Julian with these eyes just as he and Sir Charles were deep in shares and options and the scarcity of labor. Perhaps it was that Julian was overwrought with anxieties of success. The eyes seemed to him clairvoyant, he imagined that they saw more than they ought to see, when they looked him over, as he made some highly technical statement. It was extraordinary that a conventional man about town like Sir Charles should have such a brother.
After lunch Julian relaxed.
He gave himself the indulgence of a call on Mrs. Puce.
He had put her husband on to a good thing or two a year ago now.
They had been great friends, he and the wife.
To-day he was a little anxious as to how she would receive him.
Things had altered since they last met. "He had got engaged a business-like engagement.
But she was very gracious in her welcome. Moreover she was more decorous this afternoon than he remembered her a few months back.
He told her about his contemplated coup.
"I"ll consult planchette for you," said she. "Yes, and I"ll let you know to-night."
She was a pretty woman with rather too high a color. But she grew pale enough now.
"I forgot, though, it"s against my principles," she said. "I"ve given up lots of things. I"m much more particular." Something roused Julian. He spoke masterfully.
"Just this once," he said, "Let me know to-night. I may know of something gilt-edged that I won"t keep to myself if I hear to-night without fail. No, I won"t be refused. I want proof of good-will."
It was a sunny afternoon, with none of that southeast wind which is the bane of our winter. Julian told his coachman to drive him up to his new farm. The homestead was about five miles out of town in the Mount Pleasant direction.
Julian drew out the draft of the prospectus, and began to work hard at its revision. They had stopped at the house ere he thrust pencil and paper into his pocket. He stepped out of El Dorado let himself down, not without a jar, on to more humdrum earth.
The farm-house was an iron shanty newly hammered together. The bailiff a full-bearded Colonial stood in the front doorway.
Julian gave him a perfunctory handshake. He talked farming business to him quickly. He was tired, and eager to be through with it.
They were almost through with it in half an hour. They smoked their pipes and had coffee on the stoep together.
"About that Mission Church," said the Bailiff, "You know the notice is just up that you gave them last year. The boy that used to teach there is gone, and the kraal"s moving. The building still stands empty. They don"t use it now."
Julian frowned.
"Let"s have a look at it," he said. "We can drive round that way when Bob"s inspanned. Meanwhile let"s have a drink."
The Church was very small wattle and daub. It had done three years" service.
"No value," p.r.o.nounced Julian. He was rather angry with such a mere shed for wasting his valuable time.
"That gra.s.s wants burning," he muttered. "If you set a light to it and the Church catches, I shouldn"t think there"ll be any harm done."
"Right," said the bailiff. Julian stepped inside the building.
"Nothing left," he said. "Nothing but this box. You"d better keep it. They can have it if they send for it."
"What"s inside?"
There were some red and black candlesticks and vases packed away in the box works of art in their way, but that way was not Julian"s.
"Cheap and nasty," was his comment. "Ah! What"s that?"
"It was on the Communion Table," said the bailiff.
Julian took up a clay cross and regarded it curiously.
"A cross with a snake on it!" he exclaimed.
"One of the boys said it meant the Brazen Serpent," said the bailiff.
"Holy Moses!" laughed Julian. "Well I"m going to jump this, it"s quite a curiosity. You may give the boy five bob from me if he asks what we"ve done with it."
"Right," said the bailiff, and went off with the box to the cart.
Julian looked at the twisted symbol with an intent fascination.
"As Moses lifted up the Serpent in the Wilderness," he murmured to himself. "Even so shall the Son of Man be lifted up. How well I remember preaching outside a kraal, on a boulder under a flowering kaffir tree, on that very text. I liked preaching that day more than I did most days. It wasn"t half bad. That"s Christ all over that reptile that Worm and no man! The Worm that I tread on with impunity that"s Christ! I expect Hunter might say it would be better for me if the Worm would turn and bite better for my eternal interests. Perhaps the Worm will, one of these fine days. It"s a rather clammy notion! The notion would be rather a nuisance, if I believed in the Worm."
III. THIS NIGHT
As he drove along the veld twenty minutes after, Julian looked back at the burning Church. "What would the Canon Superintendent say?" he muttered with a grin. A fantastic shape started up from the gra.s.s in front of him. The mules shied at it, and broke into a gallop. "Pull up!" he shouted. At last the mules were pulled up. He sprang out and walked back along the road. The figure stood stock-still by the road-side, as if waiting to greet him.
When he came near, it came towards him, the figure of an old native with a ragged grey beard, all hunched up in a blanket.
"Tom." called Julian to him in his shrill voice, "You"ve got to come down to town tonight. No, you swine, to-morrow won"t do.
Tonight before sunset, or there"ll be trouble. You know what I want you to do, what you did last Christmas." The drive back to town was uneventful.
Julian sat on his stoep half an hour before dinner, smoking and pondering. He was anxious about that plunge he meant to make to-morrow. His philosophy of life, so largely commercial, found room for a cult or two of superst.i.tion. He had consulted Mrs. Puce"s oracle time and time again. He had had recourse to his boy Jim"s father, Tom Nyoka, twice before. He had got him to use for him a rude and illegal form of divination. He had been helped by it before, at least so he opined. He might be helped again. He sat looking at the sun dropping smoothly in a cloudless sky. As he watched, Jim came out to him to tell him that his father was in the kitchen. "I"ll come directly, Jim," he said.
The piccanin was sent off to get water, the kitchen door was safely locked. The throwing of the bones began, while Julian watched with understanding eyes. His hard grip of his subjects, generally, extended to this remote ritual.
To-night the answer seemed to be inconclusive, but as they sought the answer, a clear sign appeared as it were by the way, and unsought. Julian was watching haggardly. He snarled a question at Jim. His cook-boy"s big round eyes showed very big and very round just now. He was watching with painful intentness.
"Yes," he answered his master, "Yes, sir, it is so."
Julian whistled and turned away moodily, with his hands in his pockets, staring into s.p.a.ce.
The old man the diviner was talking at large as he gathered the fingers of wood with their rude traceries together. Julian paid little heed to his words and gesticulations when he awoke from his day-dream.
"Give him some skoff and a bit of meat, Jim," he said. "Tell him I"ll give him ten bob when I"ve got change."
The old man was clamoring to him to make up his money to a sovereign, but Julian paid no heed to what he said. He swung out of the hut and off to wash for dinner, still brooding moodily.
At dinner. Tommy Bates found Julian the reverse of good company.