"You had better ring up Queen"s Gate and find out."
He rushed from the room. I hastily finished shaving, while Barbara discoursed to me on the neglect of our duties with regard to Liosha.
Presently Jaffery burst in like a rhinoceros.
"She"s gone! She went on Thursday. And this is Sat.u.r.day. Fendihook left last Sunday. Evidently she has joined him."
We regarded each other in dismay.
"They"re in Havre by now," said Barbara.
"I"m not so sure," said Jaffery, sweeping his beard from moustache downward. This I knew to be a sign of satisfaction. When he was puzzled he scrabbled at the whisker. "I"m not so sure. Why should he leave the boarding-house on Sunday? I"ll tell you. Because his London engagement was over and he had to put in a week"s engagement at some provincial music-hall. Theatrical folks always travel on Sunday. If he was still working in London and wanted to shift his lodgings he wouldn"t have chosen Sunday. We can easily see by the advertis.e.m.e.nts in the morning paper. His London engagement was at the Atrium."
"I"ve got the _Daily Telegraph_ here," said Barbara.
She fetched it from her room, in the earthquake-stricken condition to which she, as usual, had reduced it, and after earnest search among the ruins disinterred the theatrical advertis.e.m.e.nt page. The attractions at the Atrium were set out fully; but the name of Ras Fendihook did not appear.
"I"m right," said Jaffery. "The brute"s not in town. Now where did she write from?" He fished the envelope from his bath-gown pocket.
"Postmark, "London, S.W., 5.45 p.m." Posted yesterday afternoon. So she"s in London." He glanced at the letter, which was written on her own note-paper headed with the Queen"s Gate address, and then held it up before us. "See anything queer about this?"
We looked and saw that it was dated "Thursday."
"There"s something fishy," said he. "Can I have the car?"
"Of course."
"I"m going to run "em both to earth. I want Barbara to come along. I can tackle men right enough, but when it comes to women, I seem to be a bit of an a.s.s. Besides--you"ll come, won"t you?"
"With pleasure, if I can get back early this afternoon."
"Early this afternoon? Why, my dear child, I want you to be prepared to come to Havre--all over France, if necessary."
"You"ve got rather a nerve," said I, taken aback by the vast coolness of the proposal.
"I have," said he curtly. "I make my living by it."
"I"d come like a shot," said Barbara, "but I can"t leave Susan."
"Oh, blazes!" said Jaffery. "I forgot about that. Of course you can"t."
He turned to me. "Then Hilary"ll come."
"Where?" I asked, stupidly.
"Wherever I take you."
"But, my dear fellow--" I remonstrated.
He cut me short. "Send him to his bath, Barbara dear, and pack his bag, and see that he"s ready to start at ten sharp."
He strode out of the door. I caught him up in the corridor.
"Why the deuce," I cried, "can"t you do your manhunting by yourself?"
"There are two of "em and you may come in useful." He faced me and I met the cold steel in his eyes. "If you would rather not help me to save a woman we"re both fond of from destruction, I can find somebody else."
"Of course I"ll come," said I.
"Good," said he. "Ask Barbara to order a devil of a breakfast."
He marched away, looking in his bath-gown like twenty Roman heroes rolled into one, quite a different Jaffery from the noisy, bellowing fellow to whom I had been accustomed. He spoke in the normal tones of the ordinary human, very coldly and incisively.
I rejoined Barbara. "My dear," said I, "what have we done that we should be dragged into all these acute discomforts of other people"s lives?"
She put her hand on my shoulder. "Perhaps, my dear boy, it"s just because we"ve done nothing--nothing otherwise to justify our existence.
We"re too selfishly, sluggishly happy, you and I and Susan. If we didn"t take a share of other people"s troubles we should die of congestion of the soul."
I kissed her to show that I understood my rare Barbara of the steady vision. But all the same I fretted at having to start off at a moment"s notice for anywhere--perhaps Havre, perhaps Ma.r.s.eilles, perhaps Singapore with its horrible damp climate, which wouldn"t suit me--anywhere that tough and discomfort-loving Jaffery might choose to ordain. And I was getting on so nicely with my translation of Firdusi... .
"Don"t forget," said I, departing bathwards, "to tell Franklin to put in an Arctic sleeping-bag and a solar topee."
We drove first to the house in Queen"s Gate and interviewed Mrs.
Jardine, a pretentious woman with gold earrings and elaborately done black hair, who seemed to resent our examination as though we were calling in question the moral character of her establishment. She did not know where Mr. Fendihook and Mrs. Prescott had gone. She was not in the habit of putting such enquiries to her guests.
"But one or other may have mentioned it casually," said I.
"Mr. Fendihook went away on Sunday and Mrs. Prescott on Thursday. It was not my business to a.s.sociate the two departures in any way."
By pressing the various points we learned that Fendihook was an old client of the house. During Mrs. Considine"s residence he had been touring in America. It had been his habit to go and come without much ceremonial. As for Liosha, she had given up her rooms, paid her bill and departed with her trunks.
"When did she give notice to leave you?"
"I knew nothing of her intentions till Thursday morning. Then she came with her hat on and asked for her bill and said her things were packed and ready to be brought downstairs."
"What address did she give to the cabman?"
Mrs. Jardine did not know. She rang for the luggage porter. Jaffery repeated his question.
"Westminster Abbey, sir," answered the man.
I laughed. It seemed rather comic. But every one else regarded it as the most natural thing in the world. Jaffery frowned on me.
"I see nothing to laugh at. She was obeying instructions--covering up her tracks. When she got to Westminster she told the driver to cross the bridge--and what railway station is the other end of the bridge?"
"Waterloo," said I.
"And from Waterloo the train goes to Southampton, and from Southampton the boat leaves for Havre. There"s nothing funny, believe me."