"You don"t seem to care very much, Louise," remarked the woman. "And yet, he"s such an awfully nice young fellow."
"You"ve said that dozens of times before," was Louise"s abrupt reply.
"And I mean it. You could do a lot worse than to marry him, remember, though he is a bit hard-up nowadays. But things with him will right themselves before long."
"Why do you suggest that?" asked the girl resentfully.
"Well--because, my dear, I know that you are very fond of him," the woman laughed. "Now, you can"t deny it--can you?"
The girl, who had travelled so widely ever since she had left school, drew a deep breath and, turning her head, gazed blankly out of the window again.
What Mrs. Bond had said was her secret. She was very fond of Hugh. They had not met very often, but he had attracted her--a fact of which both Benton and his female accomplice were well aware.
"You don"t reply," laughed the woman for whom the Paris Surete was searching everywhere; "but your face betrays the truth, my dear. Don"t worry," she added in a tone of sympathy. "No doubt he"ll write as soon as he is back in England. Personally, I don"t believe he really cares a rap for the Rans...o...b..girl. It"s only a matter of money--and Dorise has plenty."
"I don"t wish to hear anything about Mr. Henfrey"s love affairs!" cried the girl petulantly. "I tell you that they do not interest me."
"Because you are piqued that he does not write, child. Ah, dear, I know!" she laughed, as the girl left the room.
A quarter of an hour later Louise was seated in the car, while Mead drove her along the broad highway over the Hog"s Back into Guildford.
The morning was delightful, the trees wore their spring green, and all along in the fields, as they went over the high ridge, the larks were singing gaily the music of a glad morning of the English spring, and the view spread wide on either side.
Life in Surrey was, she found, much preferable to that on the Continent.
True, in the Rue Racine they had entertained a great deal, and she had, during the war, met many very pleasant young English and American officers; but the sudden journey to Switzerland, then on into Italy, and across to New York, had been a whirl of excitement. Mrs. Maxwell had changed her name several times, because she said that she did not want her divorced husband, a ne"er-do-well, to know of her whereabouts. He was for ever molesting her, she had told Louise, and for that reason she had pa.s.sed in different names.
The girl was in complete ignorance of the truth. She never dreamed that the source of the woman"s wealth was highly suspicious, or that the constant travelling was in order to evade the police.
As she was driven along, she sat back reflecting. Truth to tell, she was much in love with Hugh. Benton had first introduced him one night at the Spa in Scarborough, and after that they had met several times on the Esplanade, then again in London, and once in Paris. Yet while she, on her part, became filled with admiration, he was, apparently, quite unconscious of it.
At last she had heard of Hugh"s infatuation for Dorise Rans...o...b.. the daughter of the great engineer who had recently died, and indeed she had met her once and been introduced to her.
Of the conditions of old Mr. Henfrey"s will she was, of course, in ignorance. The girl had no idea of the great plot which had been formed by her foster father and his clever female friend.
The world is a strange one beneath the surface of things. Those who pa.s.sed the imposing gates of the beautiful old English manor-house never dreamed that it sheltered one of the most notorious female criminals in Europe. And the worshipful magistrates and their wives who visited her would have received a rude shock had they but known. But many modern adventuresses have been able to bamboozle the mighty. Madame Humbert of Paris, in whose imagination were "The Humbert Millions," used to entertain Ministers of State, aristocrats, financiers, and others of lower degree, and show them the sealed-up safe in which she declared reposed millions" worth of negotiable securities which might not see the light of day until a certain date. The avaricious, even shrewd, bankers advanced loans upon things they had never seen, and the Humberts were the most sought-after family in Paris until the bubble burst and they fled and were afterwards arrested in Spain.
Molly Maxwell was a marvel of ingenuity, of criminal foresight, and of amazing elusiveness. Louise, young and unsuspicious, looked upon her as a mother. Benton she called "Uncle," and was always grateful to him for all he did for her. She understood that they were cousins, and that Benton advised Mrs. Maxwell in her disastrous matrimonial affairs.
Yet the life she had led ever since leaving school had been a truly adventurous one. She had been in half the watering places of Europe, and in most of its capitals, leading, with the woman who now called herself Mrs. Bond, a most extravagant life at hotels of the first order.
The car at last ran into the station yard at Guildford, and at the bookstall Louise exchanged her books with the courteous manager.
She was pa.s.sing through the booking-office back to the car, when a voice behind her called:
"Hallo, Louise!"
Turning, she found her "uncle," Charles Benton, who, wearing a light overcoat and grey velour hat, grasped her hand.
"Well, dear," he exclaimed. "This is fortunate. Mead is here, I suppose?"
"Yes, uncle," replied the girl, much gratified at meeting him.
"I was about to engage a taxi to take me up to the Manor, but now you can take me there," said the rather handsome man. "How is Mrs. Bond?" he asked, calling her by her new name.
"Quite well. She"s expecting you to lunch. But she has some impossible people there to-day--the Brailsfords, father, mother, and son. He made his money in motor-cars during the war. They live over at Dorking in a house with forty-nine bedrooms, and only fifteen years ago Mrs.
Brailsford used to do the housework herself. Now they"re rolling in money, but can"t keep servants."
"Ah, my dear, it"s the same everywhere," said Benton as he entered the car after her. "I"ve just got back from Madrid. It is the same there.
The world is changing. Crooks prosper while white men starve. Honesty spells ruin in these days."
They drove over the railway bridge and up the steep hill out of Guildford seated side by side. Benton had been her "uncle" ever since her childhood days, and a most kind and considerate one he had always proved.
Sometimes when at school she did not see him for periods of a year or more and she had no home to go to for holidays. Her foster-father was abroad. Yet her school fees were paid regularly, her allowance had been ample, and her clothes were always slightly better than those of the other girls. Therefore, though she called him "uncle," she looked upon Benton as her father and obeyed all his commands.
Just about noon the car swung into the gates of Shapley, and soon they were indoors. Benton threw off his coat, and in an abrupt manner said to the servant:
"I want to see Mrs. Bond at once."
Then, turning to Louise, he exclaimed:
"I want to see Molly privately. I have some urgent business to discuss with her before your profiteer friends arrive."
"All right," replied the girl cheerily. "I"ll leave you alone," and she ascended the broad oak staircase, the steps of which were worn thin by the tramp of many generations.
A few moments later Charles Benton stood in the morning-room, where Mrs.
Bond still sat before the welcome log fire.
"Back again, Charles!" she exclaimed, rising to greet him. "Well, how goes it?"
"Not too well," was his reply as he closed the door. "I only got back last night. Five days ago I saw The Sparrow at the Palace Hotel in Madrid. He"s doing all he can in young Henfrey"s interests, but he is not too hopeful."
"Why?"
"I can"t make out," said the man, apparently much perturbed. "He wired me to go to Madrid, and I went. But it seems that I"ve been on a fool"s errand."
"That"s very unsatisfactory," said the woman.
"It is, my dear Molly! From his att.i.tude it seemed to me that he is protecting Henfrey from some secret motive of his own--one that is not at all in accordance with our plans."
"But he is surely acting in our interests!"
"Ah! I"m not so sure about that."
"You surprise me. He knows our intentions and approved of them!"
"His approval has, I think, been upset by the murderous attack upon Yvonne."
"But he surely will not act against us! If he does----"
"If he does--then we may as well throw up the sponge, Molly."