"Absolutely," he replied.
He helped her back to her couch and stooped and kissed her. She leaned back wearily. It was obvious that she had found the exertion of moving even so far exhausting. Then he returned to his own apartments. Rapidly he unlocked his dispatch box and took out one or two notes from Violet.
They were all of no importance--answers to invitations, or appointments.
He spread them out, took a sheet of paper and a broad pen. Without hesitation he wrote:
Congratulations on your escape, but why do you run such risks! I wish you would go back to England.
VIOLET.
He held the sheet of notepaper a little away from him and looked at it critically. The imitation was excellent. He thrust the few lines into an envelope, addressed them to Hunterleys and descended to the hall. He left the note at the office.
"Send this up to Sir Henry, will you?" he instructed. "Let him have it as quickly as possible."
Once more he crossed the hall and waited close to the lift by which she would descend. All the time he kept on glancing nervously around. Things were going his way, but the great danger remained--if they should meet first by chance in the corridor, or in the lift! Hunterleys might think it his duty to go at once to his wife"s apartment in case she had heard the rumour of his death. The minutes dragged by. He had climbed the great ladder slowly. More than once he had felt it sway beneath his feet. Yet to him those moments seemed almost the longest of his life.
Then at last she came. She was looking very pale, but to his relief he saw that she was dressed for the Club. She was wearing a grey dress and black hat. He remembered with a pang of fury that grey was her husband"s favourite colour.
"I suppose there is no doubt that Henry is at the Club?" she asked, looking eagerly around the hall.
"Not the slightest," he a.s.sured her. "We can have some tea there and we are certain to come across him somewhere."
She made no further difficulty. As they turned into the long pa.s.sage he gave a sigh of relief. Every step they took meant safety. He talked to her as lightly as possible, ignoring the fact that she scarcely replied to him. They mounted the stairs and entered the Club. She looked anxiously up and down the crowded rooms.
"I shall stroll about and look for Henry," she announced.
"Very well," he agreed. "I will go over to your place and see how the numbers are going."
He stood by the roulette table, but he watched her covertly. She pa.s.sed through the baccarat room, came out again and walked the whole length of the larger apartment. She even looked into the restaurant beyond. Then she came slowly back to where Draconmeyer was standing. She seemed tired. She scarcely even glanced at the table.
"Lady Hunterleys," he exclaimed impressively, "this is positively wicked! Your twenty-nine has turned up twice within the last few minutes. Do sit down and try your luck and I will go and see if I can find your husband."
He pushed a handful of plaques and a bundle of notes into her hand. At that moment the croupier"s voice was heard.
_"Quatorze rouge, pair et manque."_
"Another of my numbers!" she murmured, with a faint show of interest. "I don"t think I want to play, though."
"Try just a few coups," he begged. "You see, there is a chair here. You may not have a chance again for hours."
He was using all his will power. Somehow or other, she found herself seated in front of the table. The sight of the pile of plaques and the roll of notes was inspiring. She leaned across and with trembling fingers backed number fourteen _en plein_, with all the _carres_ and _chevaux_. She was playing the game at which she had lost so persistently. He walked slowly away. Every now and then from a distance he watched her. She was winning and losing alternately, but she had settled down now in earnest. He breathed a great sigh of relief and took a seat upon a divan, whence he could see if she moved. Richard Lane, who had been standing at the other side of the table, crossed the room and came over to him.
"Say, do you know where Sir Henry is?" he enquired.
Draconmeyer shook his head.
"I have scarcely seen him all day."
"I think I"ll go round to the hotel and look him up," Lane decided carelessly. "I"m fed up with this--"
He stopped short. He was no longer an exceedingly bored and discontented-looking young man. Draconmeyer glanced at him curiously. He felt a thrill of sympathy. This stolid young man, then, was capable of feeling something of the same emotion as was tearing at his own heart-strings. Lane was gazing with transfigured face towards the open doorway.
CHAPTER XXVI
EXTRAORDINARY LOVE-MAKING
Fedora sauntered slowly around the rooms, leaning over and staking a gold plaque here and there. She was dressed as usual in white, with an ermine turban hat and stole and an enormous m.u.f.f. Her hair seemed more golden than ever beneath its snow-white setting, and her complexion more dazzling. She seemed utterly unconscious of the admiration which her appearance evoked, and she pa.s.sed Lane without apparently observing him.
A moment afterwards, however, he moved to her side and addressed her.
"Quite a lucky coup of yours, that last, Miss Grex. Are you used to winning _en plein_ like that?"
She turned her head and looked at him. Her eyebrows were ever so slightly uplifted. Her expression was chilling. He remained, however, absolutely unconscious of any impending trouble.
"I was sorry not to find you at home this morning," he continued. "I brought my little racing car round for you to see. I thought you might have liked to try her."
"How absurd you are!" she murmured. "You must know perfectly well that it would have been quite impossible for me to come out with you alone."
"But why?"
She sighed.
"You are quite hopeless, or you pretend to be!"
"If I am," he replied, "it is because you won"t explain things to me properly. The tables are much too crowded to play comfortably. Won"t you come and sit down for a few minutes?"
She hesitated. Lane watched her anxiously. He felt, somehow, that a great deal depended upon her reply. Presently, with the slightest possible shrug of the shoulders, she turned around and suffered him to walk by her side to the little antechamber which divided the gambling rooms from the restaurant.
"Very well," she decided, "I suppose, after all, one must remember that you did save us from a great deal of inconvenience the other night. I will talk to you for a few minutes."
He found her an easy-chair and he sat by her side.
"This is bully," he declared.
"Is what?" she asked, once more raising her eyebrows.
"American slang," he explained penitently. "I am sorry. I meant that it was very pleasant to be here alone with you for a few minutes."
"You may not find it so, after all," she said severely. "I feel that I have a duty to perform."
"Well, don"t let"s bother about that yet, if it means a lecture," he begged. "You shall tell me how much better the young women of your country behave than the young women of mine."
"Thank you," she replied, "I am never interested in the doings of a democracy. Your country makes no appeal to me at all."
"Come," he protested, "that"s a little too bad. Why, Russia may be a democracy some day, you know. You very nearly had a republic foisted upon you after the j.a.panese war."
"You are quite mistaken," she a.s.sured him. "Russia would never tolerate a republic."