And now Katty was really surprised. "Has he indeed?" she exclaimed. "And without seeing Laura again? I"m rather sorry for _that_!" And as Oliver made no answer, she went on a trifle maliciously: "I suppose you will be going off soon, too?"
He hesitated, a very long time it seemed to her, before he answered, "Yes, I suppose I shall. But things go on all right over there as long as one of us is there."
Then, with a not over civil abruptness, he left her.
Katty stayed most of that cold wintry Sat.u.r.day afternoon with Laura, and as was her way when she chose to do so, she made herself very pleasant to both the mother and child, and that though little Alice did not like her.
A little before four she asked Laura if she might telephone herself to the Bank, and Laura eagerly a.s.sented.
Explaining that she was really speaking for Mrs. Pavely, Katty had quite a long chat with Mr. Privet. She and the old head clerk had always been good friends, though they met seldom. He could remember her as a beautiful child, and then as the popular, because the always good humoured and pleasant-spoken, belle of Pewsbury.
"Yes, I feel very anxious indeed, Mrs. Winslow! I"ve been wondering whether it wouldn"t be a good thing to communicate with the London police, if we don"t have any news of Mr. Pavely to-morrow. Could you ascertain for me the exact feelings of Mrs. Pavely?"
"I agree with you, Mr. Privet, for after all, accidents _do_ happen!
Hold the line a moment. I"ll go and inquire."
She hurried off to Laura"s boudoir. "Mr. Privet suggests that the London police should be communicated with--if we don"t have news of G.o.dfrey by to-morrow morning."
Laura looked up, startled. "Oh, Katty, don"t you think that would make him very angry--if he"s all right, I mean?"
"Perhaps it would," Katty agreed uncomfortably.
She went back to the telephone. "Mrs. Pavely thinks we"d better wait a little longer before saying anything to the police," she called out.
And thus it was through Laura, as Katty reminded herself in days to come, that two more precious days were lost.
CHAPTER XV
"Well, my dear--any more news?" But even as Mrs. Tropenell, looking up from her breakfast-table, asked the question, she knew what the answer would be.
It was the following Monday morning. The post had just come in, and at once, knowing that the postman called first at The Chase, Oliver had hurried off to the telephone. He had been there a long time--perhaps as long as ten minutes--and when he came back into the dining-room his mother was struck afresh by the look of almost intolerable strain and anxiety in his face and eyes.
They had spent a great part of Sunday with Laura, and during that long, trying day Mrs. Tropenell had felt very much more concerned about her son than she did about G.o.dfrey Pavely.
G.o.dfrey, so she told herself, with a touch of unreason not usual with her, would almost certainly turn up all right--even if, as she was inclined to believe possible, he had met with some kind of accident. But Oliver, her beloved, the only human being in the world that really mattered to her--what was wrong with him? Long after she had gone to bed each evening she had heard him, during the last three nights, wandering restlessly about the house.
After the first almost painful rush of joy which had come over her when he had suddenly walked into her presence last Thursday night, she had regretted, with unceasing bitter regret, his return home. It was so horribly apparent to her, his mother, that Laura, _belle dame sans merci_, held him in thrall.
"If you don"t mind, mother, I think I shall go up to town to-day and see the Scotland Yard people. I think--don"t you?--it would-be a comfort to Laura." There was a hara.s.sed, questioning note in his voice which surprised Mrs. Tropenell. As a rule Oliver always knew exactly what he meant to do.
She answered slowly, reluctantly (she hated so much his being mixed up in this odd, mysterious matter of G.o.dfrey"s temporary disappearance!): "Perhaps it would be. Still, I think Laura ought to communicate with G.o.dfrey"s cousins. Of course I know he didn"t care for them. Still, after all, those people are his only near relations."
"That old Mr. Privet, Pavely"s confidential clerk, is going up to town to-day," observed Oliver inconsequently. "I thought he and I might travel together, and that while he goes to the hotel, I can go to Scotland Yard."
And then Mrs. Tropenell roused herself to try and give what help she could.
"Lord St. Amant knows the new Commissioner of Police very well," she said. "They met in India. Ask him to give you a note of introduction, Oliver. He"s in town just now, you would certainly find him, either at his rooms or at his club."
There came a faint flush over her face. By her plate there lay Lord St.
Amant"s daily letter. On Mondays London letters always arrived by the second post, but yesterday her old friend had had a late-fee stamp put on his letter, so that she might get it the first thing this morning.
He had suggested that Sir Angus Kinross--that was the name of the new Commissioner--should be approached. He had even offered--and it was good of him, for he hated taking trouble and he had always disliked G.o.dfrey Pavely--to go to Scotland Yard himself.
Oliver was still standing, though his breakfast was only half eaten, and he was looking at his mother with that rather impatient, strained look on his face to which she had by now become accustomed. "That"s a good idea," he said. And she felt glad that any idea proposed by her should seem to be good. Yesterday her son, who was always so kindly, so respectful in his manner to her, had--yes, snubbed her--when she had proposed something which it had seemed to her would be of use.
"I think I"ll go over to The Chase now, mother. It"s impossible to say all that one wants to say over the telephone."
She said nervously, "Won"t you finish your breakfast?" and to her surprise he obeyed her. To her surprise also, when at last he did get up he seemed in no great hurry to go.
"Shall I come with you, my darling?" she said.
He shook his head. "No, mother. I"d rather discuss the matter with her alone, but I"ll make her come over as early as I can. You know she said she would bring Alice to lunch to-day." And then, looking straight down into her troubled face, he asked: "Mother? What do _you_ think has happened to G.o.dfrey Pavely?"
It was the first time he had asked her the direct question.
"I don"t know what to think! But I suppose the most probable thing is--that he"s had an accident. After all, people do meet with bad accidents, especially in wintry, foggy weather, in the London streets.
If so, he may be lying unconscious in one of the big hospitals. I can"t think why the London police shouldn"t have been told of his disappearance on Friday--that, as I told Laura yesterday, is the first thing I should have done myself."
"Both Mrs. Winslow and Laura seemed to think he would dislike that so very much," said Oliver slowly.
There was a defensive note in his voice, for he had made no effort to back up his mother when she had strongly counselled Laura to communicate with Scotland Yard.
"Has it ever occurred to you," he said suddenly, "that Pavely may be dead, mother?"
"No, Oliver. That I confess has not occurred to me. In fact, I regard it as extremely unlikely."
"Why that?" he asked in a hard voice. "People are often killed in street accidents." Then, after a minute"s pause: "Do you think Laura would mind much?"
"I think it would give her a great shock!" She added, hesitatingly.
"They have been getting on rather better than usual--at least so it has seemed to me."
"Have they indeed?"
His words cut like a whip, and she got up and went and stood by him. "My son," she said very solemnly. "Oh, my darling, don"t allow yourself to wish--to hope--for G.o.dfrey Pavely"s death!"
Looking straight into her face, he exclaimed, "I can"t help it, mother!
I do hope, I do wish, for G.o.dfrey Pavely"s death--with all the strength, with all the power that is in me. Why should I be hypocritical--with you? Am I the first man that has committed murder," he waited a moment--"in his heart?"
"If that be really so--then don"t let it ever be suspected, Oliver! For G.o.d"s sake, try and look differently from what you have looked the last few days! If your wish is to be granted, your hope satisfied, then don"t let any one suspect that the hope or the wish was ever there!"
She spoke with an intensity of feeling and pa.s.sion equal to his own.
"You"re right, mother," he said in a low voice. "I know you"re right!
And I promise you that I"ll try and follow your advice. No man ever had a wiser and a better mother than I!"