"And you younger," he replied, bending over her hand gallantly. "I hear you"ve been all over the world of late!"
"Yes. Wasn"t it awfully good of Mrs. Bond? I had a ripping time. I enjoyed New York ever so much. I find this place a bit dull after Paris though, so I"m often away with friends."
And he followed her into the big morning-room where Mrs. Bond, alias Molly Maxwell, was awaiting her.
That afternoon there had been several callers; a retired admiral and his wife, and two county magistrates with their womenfolk, for since her residence at Shapley Mrs. Bond had been received in a good many smart houses, especially by the _nouveau riche_ who abound in that neighbourhood. But the callers had left and they were now alone.
As Louise sat opposite the woman who had taken her under her charge, Hugh gazed at her furtively and saw that there was no comparison between her and the girl he loved so deeply.
How strange it was, he thought. If he asked her to be his wife and they married, he would at once become a wealthy man and inherit all his father"s possessions. True, she was very sweet and possessed more than the ordinary _chic_ and good taste in dress. Yet he felt that he could never fulfil his dead father"s curious desire.
He could never marry her--_never_!
EIGHTEENTH CHAPTER
THE MAN WITH THE BLACK GLOVE
On his way out of London, Hugh had made excuse and stopped the car at a post office in Putney, whence he sent an express note to Dorise, telling her his change of address. He though it wiser not to post it.
Hence it was on the morning following Louise"s arrival at Shapley, he received a letter from Dorise, enclosing one she had received under cover for him. He had told Dorise to address him as "Mr. Carlton Symes."
It was on dark-blue paper, such as is usually a.s.sociated with the law or officialdom. Written in a neat, educated hand, it read:
"DEAR MR. HENFREY,--I hear that you have left Abingdon Road, and am greatly interested to know the reason. You will, no doubt, recognize me as the friend who sent a car for you at Monte Carlo. Please call at the above address at the earliest possible moment. Be careful that you are not watched. Say nothing to anybody, wherever you may be. Better call about ten-thirty P.M., and ask for me. Have no fear. I am still your friend,
"GEORGE PETERS."
The address given was 14, Ellerston Street, Mayfair.
Hugh knew the street, which turned off Curzon Street, a short thoroughfare, but very exclusive. Some smart society folk lived there.
But who was George Peters? Was it not The Sparrow who had sent him the car with the facetious chauffeur to that spot in Monte Carlo? Perhaps the writer was the White Cavalier!
During the morning Hugh strolled down the hill and through the woods with Louise. The latter was dressed in a neat country kit, a tweed suit, a suede tam-o"-shanter, and carried a stout ash-plant as a walking-stick. They were out together until luncheon time.
Meanwhile, Benton sat with his hostess, and had a long confidential chat.
"You see, Molly," he said, as he smoked lazily, "I thought it an excellent plan to bring them together, and to let them have an opportunity of really knowing each other. It"s no doubt true that he"s over head and ears in love with the Rans...o...b..girl, but Lady Rans...o...b..has set her mind on having Sherrard as her son-in-law. She"s a clever woman, Lady Rans...o...b.. and of course, in her eyes, Hugh is for ever beneath a cloud. That he went to the woman"s house at night is quite sufficient."
"Well, if I know anything of young men, Charles, I don"t think you"ll ever induce that boy to marry Louise," remarked the handsome adventuress whom n.o.body suspected.
"Then if he doesn"t, we"ll just turn him over to Scotland Yard. We haven"t any further use for him," said Benton savagely. "It"s the money we want."
"And I fear we shall go on wanting it, my dear Charles," declared the woman, who was so well versed in the ways of men. "Louise likes him. She has told me so. But he only tolerates her--that"s all! He"s obsessed by the mystery of old Henfrey"s death."
"I wonder if that was the reason he went that night to see Yvonne?"
exclaimed Benton in a changed voice, as the idea suddenly occurred to him. "I wonder if--if he suspected something, and went boldly and asked her?"
"Ah! I wonder!" echoed the woman. "But Yvonne would surely tell him nothing. It would implicate her far too deeply if she did. Yvonne is a very shrewd person. She isn"t likely to have told the old man"s son very much."
"No, you"re right, Molly," replied the man. "You"re quite right! I don"t think we have much to fear on that score. We"ve got Hugh with us, and if he again turns antagonistic the end is quite easy--just an anonymous line to the police."
"We don"t want to do that if there is any other way," the woman said.
"I don"t see any other way," replied the adventurer. "If he won"t marry Louise, then the money pa.s.ses out of our reach."
"I don"t like The Sparrow taking such a deep interest in his welfare,"
growled the woman beneath her breath.
"And I don"t like the fact that Yvonne is still alive. If she were dead--then we should have nothing to fear--nothing!" Benton said grimly.
"But who fired the shot if Hugh didn"t?" asked Mrs. Bond.
"Personally, I think he did. He discovered something--something we don"t yet know--and he went to the Villa Amette and shot her in revenge for the old man"s death. That"s my firm belief."
"Then why has The Sparrow taken all these elaborate precautions?"
"Because he"s afraid himself of the truth coming out," said Benton.
"He certainly has looked after Hugh very well. I had some trouble to persuade the lad to come down here, for he evidently believes that The Sparrow is his best friend."
"He may find him his enemy one day," laughed the woman. And then they rose and strolled out into the grounds, across the lawn down to the great pond.
When at half-past seven they sat down to dinner, Hugh suddenly remarked that he found it imperative to go to London that evening, and asked Mrs.
Bond if he might have the car.
Benton looked up at him quickly, but said nothing before Louise.
"Certainly; Mead shall take you," was the woman"s reply, though she was greatly surprised at the sudden request. Both she and Benton instantly foresaw that his intention was to visit Dorise in secret. For what other reason could he wish to run the risk of returning to London?
"When do you wish to start?" asked his hostess.
"Oh! about nine--if I may," was the young man"s reply.
"Will you be back to-night?" asked the girl who, in a pretty pink dinner frock, sat opposite him.
"Yes. But it won"t be till late, I expect," he replied.
"Remember, to-morrow we are going for a run to Bournemouth and back,"
said the girl. "Mrs. Bond has kindly arranged it, and I daresay she will come, too."
"I don"t know yet, dear," replied Mrs. Bond. The truth was that she intended that the young couple should spend the day alone together.
Benton was filled with curiosity.