He left the room. Jill heard the front door open. She waited breathlessly. Pity for Uncle Chris struggled with the sterner feeling that it served him right.
"Hullo!" she heard Wally say.
"Hullo-ullo-ullo!" replied an exuberant voice. "Wondered if I"d find you in, and all that sort of thing. I say, what a deuce of a way up it is here. Sort of get a chappie into training for going to heaven, what? I mean, what?"
Jill looked about her like a trapped animal. It was absurd, she felt, but every nerve in her body cried out against the prospect of meeting Freddie. His very voice had opened old wounds and set them throbbing.
She listened in the doorway. Out of sight down the pa.s.sage, Freddie seemed by the sounds to be removing his overcoat. She stole out and darted like a shadow down the corridor that led to Wally"s bedroom.
The window of the bedroom opened on to the wide roof which Uncle Chris had eulogized. She slipped noiselessly out, closing the window behind her.
II
"I say, Mason, old top," said Freddie, entering the sitting-room, "I hope you don"t mind my barging in like this, but the fact is things are a bit thick. I"m dashed worried, and I didn"t know another soul I could talk it over with. As a matter of fact, I wasn"t sure you were in New York at all, but I remembered hearing you say in London that you were popping back almost at once, so I looked you up in the telephone book and took a chance. I"m dashed glad you _are_ back. When did you arrive?"
"This afternoon."
"I"ve been here two or three days. Well, it"s a bit of luck catching you. You see, what I want to ask your advice about...."
Wally looked at his watch. He was not surprised to find that Jill had taken to flight. He understood her feelings perfectly, and was anxious to get rid of the inopportune Freddie as soon as possible.
"You"ll have to talk quick, I"m afraid," he said. "I"ve lent this place to a man for the evening, and he"s having some people to dinner.
What"s the trouble?"
"It"s about Jill."
"Jill?"
"Jill Mariner, you know. You remember Jill? You haven"t forgotten my telling you all that? About her losing her money and coming over to America?"
"No. I remember you telling me that."
Freddie seemed to miss something in his companion"s manner, some note of excitement and perturbation.
"Of course," he said, as if endeavouring to explain this to himself, "you hardly knew her, I suppose. Only met once since you were kids and all that sort of thing. But I"m a pal of hers and I"m dashed upset by the whole business, I can tell you. It worries me, I mean to say. Poor girl, you know, landed on her uppers in a strange country. Well, I mean, it worries me. So the first thing I did when I got here was to try to find her. That"s why I came over, really, to try to find her.
Apart from anything else, you see, poor old Derek is dashed worried about her."
"Need we bring Underhill in?"
"Oh, I know you don"t like him and think he behaved rather rummily and so forth, but that"s all right now."
"It is, is it?" said Wally drily.
"Oh, absolutely. It"s all on again."
"What"s all on again?"
"Why, I mean he wants to marry Jill. I came over to find her and tell her so."
Wally"s eyes glowed.
"If you have come over as an amba.s.sador...."
"That"s right. Jolly old amba.s.sador. Very word I used myself."
"I say, if you have come over as an amba.s.sador with the idea of reopening negotiations with Jill on behalf of that infernal swine...."
"Old man!" protested Freddie, pained. "Pal of mine, you know."
"If he is, after what"s happened, your mental processes are beyond me."
"My what, old son?"
"Your mental processes."
"Oh, ah!" said Freddie, learning for the first time that he had any.
Wally looked at him intently. There was a curious expression on his rough-hewn face.
"I can"t understand you, Freddie. If ever there was a fellow who might have been expected to take the only possible view of Underhill"s behaviour in this business, I should have said it was you. You"re a public-school man. You"ve mixed all the time with decent people. You wouldn"t do anything that wasn"t straight yourself to save your life.
Yet it seems to have made absolutely no difference in your opinion of this man Underhill that he behaved like an utter cad to a girl who was one of your best friends. You seem to worship him just as much as ever. And you have travelled three thousand miles to bring a message from him to Jill--Good G.o.d! _Jill_!--to the effect, as far as I can understand it, that he has thought it over and come to the conclusion that after all she may possibly be good enough for him!"
Freddie recovered the eye-gla.s.s which the raising of his eyebrows had caused to fall, and polished it in a crushed sort of way. Rummy, he reflected, how chappies stayed the same all their lives as they were when they were kids. Nasty, tough sort of chap Wally Mason had been as a boy, and here he was, apparently, not altered a bit. At least the only improvement he could detect was that, whereas in the old days Wally, when in an ugly mood like this, would undoubtedly have kicked him, he now seemed content with mere words. All the same, he was being dashed unpleasant. And he was all wrong about poor Derek. This last fact he endeavoured to make clear.
"You don"t understand," he said. "You don"t realize. You"ve never met Lady Underhill, have you?"
"What has she got to do with it?"
"Everything, old bean, everything. If it hadn"t been for her, there wouldn"t have been any trouble of any description, sort, or order. But she barged in and savaged poor old Derek till she absolutely made him break off the engagement."
"If you call him "poor old Derek" again, Freddie," said Wally viciously, "I"ll drop you out of the window and throw your hat after you! If he"s such a gelatine-backboned worm that his mother can...."
"You don"t know her, old thing! She"s _the_ original h.e.l.lhound!"
"I don"t care what...."
"Must be seen to be believed," mumbled Freddie.
"I don"t care what she"s like! Any man who could...."
"Once seen, never forgotten!"
"d.a.m.n you! Don"t interrupt every time I try to get a word in!"
"Sorry, old man! Shan"t occur again!"
Wally moved to the window, and stood looking out. He had had much more to say on the subject of Derek Underhill, but Freddie"s interruptions had put it out of his head, and he felt irritated and baffled.
"Well, all I can say is," he remarked savagely, "that, if you have come over here as an amba.s.sador to try and effect a reconciliation between Jill and Underhill, I hope to G.o.d you"ll never find her."