This resolve he carried out. Having reached his room, and called down through the telephone for the manager, he was not kept waiting long before a gentlemanly, middle-aged person appeared at his sitting-room door.
"Are you the manager of this hotel?" Loveland enquired brusquely.
"I represent the manager," the newcomer returned.
"Very well, then," said Loveland. "I want you to tell me the meaning of this." And he indicated the typewritten letter and the two bills, which he had laid conspicuously on the table.
The man scarcely glanced at the papers, about which he was evidently well informed already. "The meaning is, that unfortunately we"re obliged to request that you vacate this suite immediately," he replied.
"Then, this notice is actually intended for me?"
"It certainly is."
"Why were the rooms let to me this morning if they were wanted tonight?"
"That I can"t say. I only know they are wanted."
"Suppose I refuse to go?"
"Oh, I guess you won"t do that."
"You"re right," said Val. "I wouldn"t stop here now if you paid _me_ twelve times as much as you want me to pay _you_. And, by the way--I can"t pay tonight. You"ll have to wait till tomorrow, when I can get to the--er--bank."
"I"m afraid we can"t wait," the other answered quickly. "If you aren"t able to pay we shall have to keep your baggage till you do."
Loveland stared. "That"s a little too steep, isn"t it?" he sneered. "You turn me out of your hotel in the most insulting and unprovoked manner, and then expect me to go somewhere else without my luggage. Are these American manners with foreigners?"
"They have to be, with some foreigners," returned the other, smiling mysteriously.
"I intend to go now, whether you like or not," said Val, "and take my luggage with me."
"You can"t take it unless you pay your bill. That"s the law, and our police know how to enforce it. If I were you I wouldn"t do anything to make it necessary to call the police. Once in their hands, you might be quite a while getting out, you know."
Loveland clenched his hands, to keep from striking this mouth-piece of the "Management." He would not be drawn into a vulgar brawl, as a preface to his New York campaign in search of an heiress. Things had begun badly enough, as they were, but nothing had happened yet at which he might not be able to laugh--rather bitterly perhaps--tomorrow. He had heard of horrors in connection with the New York police; innocent British visitors arrested and kept for days in gaol, for some offence never committed; the newspapers printing lies about them, to be copied in London, and read by their shocked acquaintances. Such things he had been told, and though they mightn"t be true, Loveland could not afford to risk any such incident for himself. He was far too important.
It seemed to him that there was a peculiar significance, almost a menace, in the hint he had just been given. If he were a criminal escaping from justice, instead of a British peer with a proud name which he would willingly bestow on a daughter of America, just such an emphasis might have been used to warn him that he had better bear the ills he knew, if he did not want to incur worse evils.
Val believed that Cadwallader Hunter had somehow contrived to bring about this hideous state of affairs; though he could not imagine how, unless all Americans were ready to band together and avenge one another"s fancied wrongs against a stranger. On the face of it, nothing could be more ridiculous than to suppose that an Englishman of t.i.tle was being asked to leave a New York hotel in the evening, because he had been a little rude to a retired Major and a newspaper man, in the morning. Yet, for his life, Loveland could think of no other reason; and his polite but cold companion did not seem inclined to explain, unless in answer to undignified entreaties.
"My luggage is worth a lot more than what I owe you here," he said.
"We have heard all about that luggage," was the meaning reply.
Val bit his lip. For the moment he had forgotten Foxham"s treachery, but he remembered it now with recurring rage. Evidently the valet had poured forth the history of the great unpacking episode.
Lord Loveland made no retort to the innuendo, for he was busy with a mental calculation. His sole worldly possessions in America consisted of the things he had had in use on board ship. The luggage itself was old, though good of its kind; and the silver fittings in his suit-case would not fetch much if sold. As for his watch, it was a mere cheap, stop-gap affair of gun-metal, bought to tide over the interval until he could redeem the gold repeater he had rashly p.a.w.ned in London. The studs and sleeve-links that he was wearing were the poorest in his collection.
They had been Foxham"s choice for the voyage, not his; and now he understood Foxham"s underlying motive.
"In my opinion we shall be lucky if the sale of your effects covers the bill," calmly went on the representative of the "Management."
"I wouldn"t advise your people to try and sell my things!" exclaimed Loveland.
"They will wait the customary length of time."
"They"d better be jolly careful what they do," Loveland broke out.
"Anyhow, I"m much mistaken if I haven"t a case in law against the hotel already. If I have--and in justice I ought to have--I shall proceed."
The other smiled for the first time. "I don"t expect that any of us will lie awake nights worrying," said he.
Loveland tried to crush the man with a look, but he was not to be so easily abashed. "I"ve said all I want to say now," Val informed him icily. "You can go, and I will give up the rooms when I"m ready."
"That"s all right, as long as it"s inside half an hour," returned the other, still with unruffled politeness. "But I have to stay till you do give them up."
"Why this fondness for my society?" enquired Loveland, with raised eyebrows.
The man smiled with a certain good-natured perception of the humour in the situation. "It"s duty keeps me as much as pleasure," said he.
"Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest, eh? This hotel seems to follow that rule with a vengeance. But I"ll take the will for the deed.
Strange as it may seem" (Loveland was enjoying his own sarcasm) "I _want_ you to go."
"Very sorry I can"t oblige you."
"Confound you, do you think I"ll set the place on fire the minute your back is turned?"
"Not so much that as--there are other things you might do."
"What other things? Really I should like to know, for the sake of curiosity."
"Well, if you"re bound to get it out of me, I"ve got to stay and see you don"t remove any articles of value."
"By Jove! So that"s it? My own, or yours?"
"What"s yours is ours at present, and what"s ours is our own--as the bride said to the bridegroom."
Val could almost have laughed, though not at the joke. He--the Marquis of Loveland, an officer in the Grenadier Guards--was to be watched lest he should steal the hotel soap, or sneak off with his own toothbrush!
He went white and red, and white again. If by a word he could have tumbled the whole hotel down in an earthquake, he would have been willing to be caught under the ruins. He had a wild, boyish conviction that by subjecting himself now to the extremest inconvenience, he could by and by cause the hotel management poignant remorse. Yes, he would take them at their word. He would walk out of the house just as he was, leaving everything he had behind him. This would make their guilt the blacker when it came to be brought up against them, as it would be very soon, probably as soon as tomorrow. Then they would seek him out, and crawl in apology, begging him to come back at any price, or at no price.
But nothing would induce him to cross the threshold of the Waldorf-Astoria again, no, not even if every member of the staff grovelled at his feet. He would not even take his overcoat, and if he were struck down with pneumonia, so much the worse for these insolent people. As for himself, he did not care what happened. He felt as he had when a little boy, and some tutor of unusual firmness had dared to reproach him or attempt punishment. At such times he had wished that he might instantly die, or at the least, fall in a fit, for the sake of frightening his cruel persecutor.
His cap (his only head-covering, as he had forgotten a bowler on board ship) lay on a table, and he held it out for the enemy"s inspection.
"You say all that is mine is yours," he sneered. "This may have cost six or seven shillings when it was new. Now it would fetch two at most. I will pay you for it. Half a crown is the least I have. Pray, keep the change."
He laid a coin--his last large coin--down on the table where the cap had been, and without another word walked nonchalantly out of the room.
The gentlemanly man did not follow to protest, or to offer the overcoat, as Val half fancied he would do. And without stopping to think coherently, Loveland pa.s.sed by the lift, scorning to take advantage of its convenience, and ran down flight after flight of stairs, his blood drumming in his ears.
A red cloud before his eyes seemed to screen him from the world. Below, in the great hall through which he had to pa.s.s on his way out of the hotel, lights glared and dazzled, and the talk and laughter of many persons sounded in his ears like the evil voices of the Black Stones that beset Arabian Nights" travellers on their way to the Singing Tree and the Golden Water.
Loveland pushed on, blindly, conscious of himself as the one real ent.i.ty in a crowd of Will o" the Wisps, and wicked lure-lights. His sole concern with the people in the hateful, glaring picture, was that they should suspect nothing of his feelings. He walked with his head up and something that he meant for a smile on his lips; nor was it an affectation that he appeared to recognize no one, though Cadwallader Hunter--who had been waiting to see this exit--believed it to be.