Sir Seymour was startled. Was the fellow so brazen that he was going to allude to what had happened over ten years ago? That seemed incredible, but with such a man perhaps everything was possible.
"It is like this!" continued Arabian, in a suave and explanatory voice.
"Lady Sellingworth she hates Miss Van Tuyn. They have quarrelled about a young man. His name is Craven. I have met him in a restaurant. I dine there with Miss van Tuyn. He dines there that night with Lady Sellingworth, who is in love with him, as old women are with nice-looking boys, and--"
"Hold your tongue, you infernal blackguard!"
"Miss Van Tuyn calls Craven to us, and Lady Sellingworth is so jealous that she runs out of the restaurant, so that he is obliged to follow her and leave Miss Van Tuyn--"
"You d.a.m.ned ruffian!" said Sir Seymour.
His face was congested with anger. He put out his arm as if he were going to seize Arabian by the collar of his jacket. For once in his life he "saw red"; for once he was forced by indignation into saying something he would never have said had he given himself time to think.
He was carried away by impulse like a youth in spite of his years, of his white hair, of his immense natural self-control.
Arabian moved backwards with a swift, wary movement. Sir Seymour did not follow him. He stood where he was and said again:
"You d.a.m.ned ruffian! If you don"t get out of the country I"ll set the police on you."
"Indeed! What for, please?"
"For stealing Lady Sellingworth"s jewels in Paris ten years ago!"
Arabian bared his teeth like an animal and half shut his eyes. There was a strange look about his temples, as if under the deep brown of his skin something had gone suddenly white.
"Miss Van Tuyn knows that you stole them!"
Arabian drew in his breath sharply. His mouth opened wide.
Sir Seymour turned and went out of the room. He shut the door behind him. In the little scented hall he caught up his coat and hat. He heard a door click. The dark man with the light grey eyes showed himself.
"Keep away, you!" said Sir Seymour.
The man stood where he was, and Sir Seymour went out of the flat.
CHAPTER XIV
When Sir Seymour was going out of the main hall of the building in which Arabian lived a taxicab happened to drive up. A man got out of it and paid the chauffeur. Sir Seymour made a sign to the chauffeur, who jerked his head and said:
"Yes, sir."
"Drive me to Claridge"s Hotel, please," said Sir Seymour.
He got into the taxicab and was soon away in the night. When he reached the hotel he went to the bureau and inquired if Miss Van Tuyn was at home. The man at the bureau, who knew him well, said that she was in, that she had not been out all day. He would inquire at once if she was at home to visitors. As he spoke he looked at Sir Seymour with an air of discreet interest. After a moment at the telephone he asked Sir Seymour to go upstairs, and called a page-boy to accompany him and show him the way.
"Henriques," said Sir Seymour, pausing as he was about to follow the page. "You"re a discreet fellow, I know."
"I hope so, Sir Seymour."
"If by chance a man called Arabian should come here, while I am upstairs, get rid of him, will you? I am speaking on Miss Van Tuyn"s behalf and with her authority."
"I won"t let the gentleman up, Sir Seymour."
"Has he called to-day?"
"Yes, Sir Seymour. He called early this afternoon. I had orders to say Miss Van Tuyn and Miss Cronin were both out. He wrote a note downstairs which was sent up."
"He may call again at any time. Get rid of him."
"Yes, Sir Seymour."
"Thanks. I rely on your discretion."
And Sir Seymour went towards the lift, where the page-boy was waiting.
Miss Van Tuyn met him at the threshold of her sitting-room. She was very pale. She greeted him eagerly.
"How good of you to call again! Do come in. I haven"t stirred. I haven"t been out all day."
She shut the sitting-room door.
"_He_ has been here!"
"So I heard."
"How? Who has--"
"I ventured to speak to Henriques, the young man at the bureau, before coming up. I know him quite well. I took it on myself to give an order on your behalf."
"That he wasn"t to be allowed to come up?"
"Yes. I told Henriques to get rid of him."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! I"ve been in misery all day thinking at every moment that he might open my door and walk in."
"They won"t let him up."
"But they mightn"t happen to see him. If there were many people in the hall he might pa.s.s by unnoticed and--"
"In a hotel of this type people don"t pa.s.s by unnoticed. You need not be afraid."
"But I am horribly afraid. I can"t help it. And it"s so dreadful not daring to move. It"s--it"s like living in a nightmare!"
"Come, Miss Van Tuyn!" said Sir Seymour, and in his voice and manner there was just a hint of the old disciplinarian, "pull yourself together. You"re not helpless, and you"ve got friends."
"Oh, do forgive me! I know I have. But there"s something so absolutely hideous in feeling like this about a man who--whom I--"
She broke off, and sat down on a sofa abruptly, almost as if her limbs had given way under her.