asked the elder man persuasively. "I"ve seen Brock, but he apparently knows nothing."
"Of course he does not. I was alone," was Hugh"s answer. "The least said about that night of horror the better, Benton."
So his father"s friend left the house, while Hugh sought Mrs. Mason, settled his bill with her, packed his meagre wardrobe into a suit-case, and half an hour later entered the heavy old limousine which he found at the end of the road.
They took the main Portsmouth road, by way of Kingston, Cobham and Ripley, until in the cold grey afternoon they descended the steep hill through Guildford High Street, and crossing the bridge, instead of continuing along the road to Portsmouth, bore to the right, past the station, and up the steep wide road over that long hill, the Hog"s Back, whence a great misty panorama was spread out on either side of the long, high-up ridge which in the sunshine gives such a wonderful view to motorists on their way out of London southward.
Presently the car turned into the gravelled drive, and Hugh found himself at Shapley.
In the chintz-hung, old-world morning-room, lit by the last rays of the declining sun, for the sky had suddenly cleared, Mrs. Bond entered, loud-voiced and merry.
"Why, Mr. Henfrey! I"m so awfully pleased to see you. Charles telephoned to me that you were a bit out of sorts. So you must stay with me for a little while--both of you. It"s very healthy up here on the Surrey hills, and you"ll soon be quite right again."
"I"m sure, Mrs. Bond, it is most hospitable of you," Hugh said. "London in these after the war days is quite impossible. I always long for the country. Certainly your house is delightful," he added, looking round.
"It"s one of the nicest houses in the whole county of Surrey, my boy,"
Benton declared enthusiastically. "Mrs. Bond was awfully lucky in securing it. The family are unfortunately ruined, as so many others are by excessive taxation and high prices, and she just stepped in at the psychological moment."
"Well, I really don"t know how to thank you sufficiently, Mrs. Bond,"
Hugh declared. "It is really extremely good of you."
"Remember, Mr. Henfrey, we are not strangers," exclaimed the handsome woman. "Do you recollect when we met in Paris, and afterwards in Biarritz, and then that night at the Carlton?"
"I recollect perfectly well. We met before the war, when one could really enjoy oneself contentedly."
"Since then I have been travelling a great deal," said the woman. "I"ve been in Italy, the South of Spain, the Azores, and over to the States. I got back only a few months ago."
And so after a chat Hugh was shown to his room, a pretty apartment, from the diamond-paned windows of which spread out a lovely view across to G.o.dalming and Hindhead, with the South Downs in the blue far away.
"Now you must make yourselves at home, both of you," the handsome woman urged as they came down into the drawing-room after a wash.
Tea was served, and over it much chatter about people and places. Mrs.
Bond was, like her friend Benton, a thorough-going cosmopolitan. Hugh had no idea of her real reputation, or of her remarkable adventures.
Neither had he any idea that Molly Maxwell was wanted by the Paris Surete, just as he himself was wanted.
"Isn"t this a charming place?" remarked Benton as, an hour later, they strolled on the long terrace smoking cigarettes before dinner. "Mrs.
Bond was indeed fortunate in finding it."
"Beautiful!" declared Hugh in genuine admiration. Since that memorable night in Monte Carlo he had been living in frowsy surroundings, concealed in thieves" hiding-places, eating coa.r.s.e food, and hearing the slang of the underworld of Europe.
It had been exciting, yet he had been drawn into it against his will--just because he had feared for Dorise"s sake, to face the music after that mysterious shot had been fired at the Villa Amette.
Mrs. Bond was most courteous to her guests, and as Hugh and Benton strolled up and down the terrace in the fast growing darkness, the elder man remarked:
"You"ll be quite safe here, you know, Hugh. Don"t worry. I"m truly sorry that you have landed yourself into this hole, but--well, for the life of me I can"t see what led you to seek out that woman, Yvonne Ferad. Why ever did you go there?"
Hugh paused.
"I--I had reasons--private reasons of my own," he replied.
"That"s vague enough. We all have private reasons for doing silly things, and it seems that you did an exceptionally silly thing. I hear that Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo, after the doctors operated upon her brain, has now become a hopeless idiot."
"So I"ve been told. It is all so very sad--so horrible. Though people have denounced her as an adventuress, yet I know that at heart she is a real good woman."
"Is she? How do you know?" asked Benton quickly, for instantly he was on the alert.
"I know. And that is all."
"But tell me, Hugh--tell me in confidence, my boy--what led you to seek her that night. You must have followed her from the Casino and have seen her enter the Villa. Then you rang at the door and asked to see her?"
"Yes, I did."
"Why?"
"I had my own reasons."
"Can"t you tell them to me, Hugh?" asked the tall man in a strange, low voice. "Remember, I am an old friend of your father. And I am still your best friend."
Hugh pursued his walk in silence.
"No," he said at last, "I prefer not to discuss the affair. That night is one full of painful memories."
"Very well," answered Benton shortly. "If you don"t want to tell me, Hugh, I quite understand. That"s enough. Have another cigarette," and he handed the young fellow his heavy gold case.
A week pa.s.sed. Hugh Henfrey and Charles Benton greatly enjoyed their stay at Shapley Manor. With their hostess they motored almost daily to many points of interest in the neighbourhood, never, by the way, descending into the town of Guildford, where the police were so unusually alert and shrewd.
More than once when alone with Benton, Hugh felt impelled to refer to the mysterious death of his father, but it was a very painful subject.
The last time Hugh had referred to it, about a month before his visit to Monte Carlo, Benton had been greatly upset, and had begged the young man not to mention the tragic affair.
Constantly, however, Benton, on his part, would put cunning questions to him concerning Yvonne Ferad, as to what he knew concerning her, and how he had managed to escape over the frontier into Italy.
Late one night as they sat together in the billiard-room after their final game, Benton, removing the cigar from his lips, exclaimed:
"Oh! I quite forgot to tell you, Mrs. Bond has been awfully good to Louise. She took her from Paris with her and they went quite a long tour, first to Spain and other places, and then to New York and back."
"Has she?" exclaimed Hugh in surprise. Only once before had Benton mentioned Louise"s name, then he had casually remarked that she was on a visit to some friends in Yorkshire.
"Yes. She"s making her home with Mrs. Bond for the present. She returns here to-morrow."
As he said this, he watched the young man"s face. It was sphinx-like.
"Oh! That"s jolly!" he replied, with well a.s.sumed satisfaction. "It seems such an age since we last met--nearly a year before my father"s death, I believe."
In his heart he had no great liking for the girl, although she was bright, vivacious and extremely good company.
Next afternoon the pair met in the hall after the car had brought her from Guildford station.
"Hallo, Hugh!" she cried as she grasped his hand. "Uncle wrote and told me you were here! How jolly, isn"t it? Why--you seem to have grown older," she laughed.