"But, Mr. Cleek, how could it have decided it? That"s the thing which amazes me most of all. How could the tossing of that coin have decided the s.e.x of the wearer of those garments?"
"My dear Major, it is an infallible test. Did you ever notice that if you throw anything for a man to catch in his lap, he pulls his knees together to make a lap in order to catch it; whereas a woman-used to wearing skirts and, thereby, having a lap already prepared-immediately broadens that lap by the exactly opposite movement, knowing that whatever is thrown has no chance of slipping through and falling to the floor. When I tossed the coin to Ulchester, he instinctively jerked his knees together. That settled it, of course. And now, if you won"t mind my saying it, I"m a bit sleepy and it is about time I took myself off to home and bed."
"But not at this late hour, surely? You will never catch a train."
"I shan"t need one, Major. They are holding a horse and trap ready for me at the stables of the "Coach and Horses." Mr. Narkom promised to look out for that, and-I beg pardon? No, I can"t stop over night. Thank you for the invitation, but Dollops would raise half London if I didn"t turn up after promising to do so."
"I should have thought you might have simplified matters and obviated that by keeping the boy when you had him here," said the Major. "We could easily have found a place to put him up for the night."
"Thanks very much, but I wouldn"t interrupt the course of his studies for the world," replied Cleek. "I"ve found an old chap-an ex-schoolmaster, down on his luck and glad for the chance to turn an honest penny-who takes him on every night from eight to ten; and the young monkey is so eager and is absorbing knowledge at such a rate that he positively amazes me. But now, really, it must be good-night. The boy will be waiting and I must hear his lessons before I go to bed."
"Not surely when you are so tired as you say?"
"Never too tired for that, Major. It makes me sleep better and sounder to know that the lad"s getting on and that I"ve cheated the Devil in just one more instance. Good-night and good luck to you. It"s a bully old world after all, isn"t it, Major?" Then laughed and shook hands with him and fared forth into the starlight, whistling.
CHAPTER x.x.x
Who feeds on Hope alone makes but a sorry banquet; and for the next few weeks Hope was all-or nearly all-that came Cleek"s way.
For some unexplained reason, Miss Lorne"s letters-never very frequent, and always very brief-had, of late been gradually growing briefer: as if written in haste and from a mere sense of duty and at odd moments s.n.a.t.c.hed from the call of more absorbing things; and, finally, there came a dropping off altogether and a week that brought no message from her at all.
The old restlessness, the almost outlived sense of personal injury and rebellion against circ.u.mstances, took hold of Cleek again when that time came; and the soul of him drank deep of the waters of bitterness.
So, then, it was all to be in vain, was it, this long struggle with the Devil of Circ.u.mstances, this long striving for a Goal? And after all, "Thou shalt not enter" was to be written over the gateway of his ambition? He had been lifted only to be dropped again, redeemed only to let him see how vain it was for the leopard, even though he achieved the impossible and changed his spots, to be other than a leopard always; how impossible it was for a man to override the decrees of Nature or evade the edicts of Providence? That was what it meant, eh?
To a nature such as his, Life was always a picture drawn out of perspective. There was never any Middle Distance; never any proper gradation. It was always either the Highest Heights or the Lowest Depths; the glare of fierce light or the black of deepest darkness. He could not plod; he must either fly or fall; either loll at the Gates of Paradise or groan in the depths of h.e.l.l. And the failure of Ailsa Lorne"s letters sent him to the darkest and most hopeless corner of it.
Not that he blamed her-wholly; but that he blamed that Fate which had so persistently dogged him from childhood on. For now that the letters had ceased altogether, he recalled things which otherwise would have been forgotten; and, his sense of proportion being distorted, made mountains out of sand dunes.
In one of those letters, he recollected, she had spoken of meeting unexpectedly an old friend whom she had not seen since the days of his boyhood; in another, she had casually remarked, "I met Captain Morford again to-day and we spent a very pleasant half hour together," and in a third had written, "The Captain promised to call and take tea to-day but didn"t. I rather fancy he divines the fact that Lady Chepstow does not care for him. Indeed, she dislikes him immensely. Why, I wonder? Personally, I think him exceedingly pleasant, and there are things in his character for which I have the deepest respect and admiration."
And out of these trifling circ.u.mstances-lo! the darkest corner that darkest h.e.l.l contained.
So that was how it was to end, was it? That was the card which Fate had all along kept up her sleeve while she stood off laughing at his endeavours, his hopes, his struggles against the inevitable? In the end, another man was to appear, another man was to win her, and the dream was to turn out nothing more than a dream after all.
Once again the voices of the Wild called out to the Caged Wolf; once again, the old things beckoned and the new things lost their savour and the Devil said, as before, "What is the use? What is the use?" and the Savage cried out to be stripped and flung back into the wilderness as G.o.d made him, and called and called and called for an end to the things that stank in his nostrils and for the fierce companionship of his kind. And but that Time had staled these things a little and blunted the keen edge of them so that they could not endure for long, and there was Dollops and the lessons and Dollops" future to recollect, the Wolf and the Savage and the Devil might not have hungered in vain.
Followed a period of intense depression when all things seemed to lose their savour and when Narkom, amazed, said to himself that the man had come to the end of his usefulness and had lost every attribute of the successful criminologist. For the next three cases he brought him Cleek botched in a manner that would have disgraced the merest tyro. Two, he failed utterly to solve, although the solutions were eventually worked out by the ordinary forces of the Yard; and in the third he let his man get away under his very nose and convey Government secrets to a foreign Power. It was but natural that these three dismal failures should find their way to the newspapers and that, in the hysterical condition of modern journalism, they should be flung out to the world at large with all the ostentation of leaded type and panicky scare heads, and that learned editors should discourse knowingly of "the limitations of mentality" and "the well-authenticated cases of the sudden warping of abnormal intelligences resulting in the startling termination of amazing careers," or snivel dismally over "the complete collapse of that imaginative power which, hitherto, had been this detective"s greatest a.s.set, and which now, on the principle that however deep a well may be if a force-pump be put into it it must some time suck gravel, seemed to have come to its end."
These things, when Cleek heard of them, affected him not at all. He seemed not to care whether his career was ended or not, whether the world praised or censured. Neither his pride nor his vanity was stirred even to the very smallest degree.
But Narkom, loyal still, took these gloomy prophecies and editorial vapourings much to heart and strove valiantly to confound the man"s detractors and to put the spur to the man himself. He would not believe that the end had come, that his mental powers had run suddenly against a dead wall beyond which there was no possibility of proceeding. Something was weighing upon his mind and damping his spirits that was all; and it must be the business of those who were his friends to take steps to discover what that something was and, if possible, to eliminate it. He therefore sought out Dollops and held secret conclave with him; and Dollops dolefully epitomized the difficulty thus: "A skirt-that"s what"s at the bottom of it, sir. No letter at all these ten days past. She"s chucked him, I"m afraid." And with this brief preface told all that he was able to tell; which, after all, was not much.
He could only explain about the letter that used to come off and on in the other days and which brought such a flow of high spirits to the man for whom it was intended; he could only say that it was addressed in a woman"s hand and bore always the one postmark; and when Narkom heard what that postmark was and recollected where Lady Chepstow"s country seat lay, and who was with her, he puckered up his lips as if he were about to whistle and made two slim arches with his uplifted eyebrows.
"Sir, if only you could sneak off and run down there without his knowing of it-it wouldn"t do to write a letter, Mr. Narkom: he"d be on to that before you could turn round, sir," the boy ventured hopefully; "but if only you could run down there and give her a tip what she"s a doing of and what she"s a chuckin" away, what a Man she"s a throwin" down, maybe, sir, maybe-"
"Yes, "maybe,"" agreed the superintendent, after a moment"s reflection.
"At any rate it"s worth a trial." And went, forthwith.
Not that it was a prudent thing to do; not that it is wise for any man at any time to interfere, even with the best intentions, with the course of another man"s love affairs; and, finally, not that it was at all necessary or had any influence whatsoever upon the events which succeeded the step. Indeed, he might have spared himself the trouble, for he had barely covered a fifth of the distance when the country post was delivered in London, and Cleek, rocketing up in one sweep from the Pit to the Gateway, stood laughing huskily with a letter from Ailsa in his hand.
He ripped off the envelope and read it greedily.
"Dear Friend," she wrote, "I cannot imagine what you must think of my silence; but whatsoever you do think cannot be half so terrible as the actual cause of it. I have been in close touch with misery and death, with things so appalling that heart and mind have had room to hold nothing else. Indeed, I am still so horribly nervous and upset that I scarcely know how to think coherently much less write. I can only remember that you once said that if ever I needed your help I was to ask; and oh, Mr. Cleek, I need it very very much indeed now. Not for myself-let me find time to add that-but for a dear, dear friend-the friend I have so often written about: Captain Morford-who is involved in an affair of the most distressing and mysterious character and whose only hope lies, I feel, in you. Will you come to the rescue, for my sake? That is what I am asking. Let me say, however, that there is no possibility of a reward, for the captain is in no position to offer one; but I seem to feel that that will not weigh with you. Neither can I ask you to call at the house, for, as I have already told you, Lady Chepstow does not care for the Captain and under those circ.u.mstances it would be embarra.s.sing to ask him there to meet you. So then, if no other case intervenes, and you really can grant me this great favour, will you be in the neighbourhood of the lich-gate of Lyntonhurst Old Church at nine o"clock in the morning of Thursday, you will win the everlasting grat.i.tude of, Your sincere friend-AILSA LORNE."
Would he be there? He laughed aloud as he put the question to himself. A Bradshaw was on his table. He caught it up, found that there was a train that could be caught in thirty-five minutes" time, and clapped on his hat and-caught it.
That night he slept at the inn of the Three Desires-which, as you may possibly know, lies but a gunshot beyond the boundary wall of the glebe of Lyntonhurst Old Church-slept with an alarm clock at his head and every servant at the inn from the boots to the barmaid tipped a shilling to see that he did not oversleep himself.
He was up before any of them, however-up and out into the pearl-dusk of the morning before ever the alarm-clock shrilled its first note, or the sun"s sheen slid lower than the spurs of the weather-c.o.c.k on the spire of Lyntonhurst Old Church-and twice he had walked past the big gates and looked up the still avenue to the windows of the huge house whose roof covered her before Lyntonhurst Old Church spoke up through the dawn-hush and told the parish it was half-past four o"clock.
By five, he had found a pool cupped in the beech woods with mallows and marsh marigolds and a screen of green things all round it and a tent of blue sky over the sun-touched tree tops; and had stripped and splashed into it and set all the birds to flight with the harsher song of human things; by seven he was back at the Three Desires; by eight he had shaved and changed and breakfasted and was out again in the fields and the leafy lanes, and by nine he was at the lich-gate of the church.
CHAPTER x.x.xI
She was there already; sitting far back at the end of one of the narrow wooden side benches with the shadow of the gate"s moss-grown roof and of the big cypress above it partly screening her, her shrinking position evincing a desire to escape general observation as clearly as her pale face and nervously drumming hand betrayed a state of extreme agitation.
She rose as Cleek lifted the latch and came in, and advanced to meet him with both hands outstretched in greeting and a rich colour staining all her face.
"I knew that you would come-I was as certain of it as I am now this minute," she said with a little embarra.s.sed laugh, then dropped her eyes and said no more, for he had taken those two hands in his and was holding them tightly and looking at her with an expression that was half a reproach and half a caress.
"I am glad you did not doubt," he said, with an odd, wistful little smile. "It is good to know one"s friends have faith in one, Miss Lorne. I had almost come to believe that you had forgotten me."
"Because I did not write? Oh, but I could not-indeed I could not. I have been spending days and nights in a house of mourning-Lady Chepstow gave me leave of absence; and my heart was so full I did not write even to her. I have been trying to soothe and to comfort a distracted girl, a half-crazed old man, a bereft and horribly smitten family. I have been doing all in my power to put hope and courage into the heart of a despairing and most unhappy lover."
"Meaning Captain Morford?"
"Yes. He has been almost beside himself. And since this last blow fell.... Oh, I had been so sure that it would not, that between us all we would manage to avert it; yet in spite of everything it did fall-it did!-and if I live to be a hundred I shall never forget it."
"Calm yourself, Miss Lorne. You are shaking like a leaf. Try to tell me plainly what it is that has happened; what the danger is that threatens this-er-Captain Morford."
"Oh, nothing threatens him, personally," she replied. "He says he could stand it better if it were only that; and I believe him-I truly do. The thing that nearly drives him out of his mind is the thought that one day she-the girl he loves-the girl he is to marry-the girl for whose dear sake he stands ready to give up so much-the thought that one day her turn will come, that one day she, too, will be stricken down as mother and brothers have been is almost driving him frantic."
"Mother and brothers?-brothers?" Cleek looked up sharply, and there was a curious break in his voice, a yet more curious brightening of his eyes. "Miss Lorne, am I to understand that this Captain Morford is engaged to a girl who has brothers?"
"Yes. That is-no. She has "brothers" no longer. There is only one left living now, Mr. Cleek, only one. Ah, think of it! of that whole family of six persons, but three are left: Miriam, Flora, and Ronald."
"Miriam, Flora, and ... Miss Lorne, will you tell me please the name of the lady to whom Captain Morford is engaged?"
"Why Miriam Comstock, of course-did I forget to mention it?"
"I think so," said Cleek; and shook out a little jerky laugh, and stood looking at her foolishly; not quite knowing what to do with his feet and hands. But suddenly-"Oh come, let"s have the case-let"s have it at once," he broke out impetuously. "Tell me what it is, what I"m to do for this Captain Morford, and I"ll do it if mortal man can."
"And no mortal man can if you cannot-I"ve faith enough in you for that," she began, then stopped short and sucked in her breath, and crept back to the extreme end of the lich-gate and stood shaking and very pale. Someone had come suddenly round the angle of the church and was moving up the road that ran past the gate.
"Please-no-let me get away as quickly as possible," she said in a swift whisper as Cleek, startled by the change in her, made an eager step forward. "It is known that I have been with them-the Comstocks-and it is all so mysterious and awful.... Oh, who can tell whose hand it may be? who may be spying? or what? It is best that I should give no hint that a.s.sistance has been asked for; best that n.o.body should see me talking with you-Mr. Narkom says that it is."
"Mr. Narkom?"