Fine! You know each other."
Elsa straightened her lips with some difficulty. She possessed the enviable faculty of instantly forming in her mind pictures of coming events. The little swelling veins in the colonel"s nose were as plain to her mind"s eye as if he really stood before her. "Have him take me in to dinner," she suggested.
"Just what I was thinking of," declared the unsuspecting man. "If any one can draw out the colonel, it will be you."
"I"ll do my best." Elsa"s mind was full of rollicking malice.
Contemplatively he said: "So you"ve been doing the Orient alone? You are like your father in that way. He was never afraid of anything.
Your mental make-up, too, I"ll wager is like his. Finest man in the world."
"Wasn"t he? How I wish he could have always been with me! We were such good comrades. They do say I am like father. But why is it, every one seems appalled that I should travel over here without male escort?"
"The answer lies in your mirror, Elsa. Your old nurse Martha is no real protection."
"Are men so bad, then?"
"They are less restrained. The heat, the tremendous distances, the lack of amus.e.m.e.nts, are perhaps responsible. The most difficult thing in the world to amuse is man. By the way, here"s a packet of letters for you."
"Thanks." Elsa played with the packet, somberly eying the superscriptions. The old disorder came back into her mind. Three of the letters were from Arthur. She dreaded to open them.
"Now, I"ll expect you to come to the apartments and have tea at five."
"Be glad to. Only, don"t have any one else. I just want to visit and talk as I used to."
"I promise not to invite anybody."
"I must be going, then. I"m not sure of my tickets to Hongkong."
"Go straight to the German Lloyd office. The next P. & O. boat is booked full. Don"t bother to go to Cook"s. Everybody"s on the way home now. Go right to the office. I"ll have my boy show you the way.
Chong!" he called. A bright-eyed young Chinese came in quickly and silently from the other room. "Show lady German Lloyd office. All same quick."
"All light. Lady come."
"Until tea."
In the outer office she paused for a moment or so to look at the magazines and weeklies from home. The Chinese boy, grinning pleasantly, peered curiously at Elsa"s beautiful hands. She heard some one enter, and quite naturally glanced up. The newcomer was Mallow.
He stared at her, smiled familiarly and lifted his helmet.
Elsa, with cold unflickering eyes, offered his greeting no recognition whatever. The man felt that she was looking through him, inside of him, searching out all the dark comers of his soul. He dropped his gaze, confused. Then Elsa calmly turned to the boy.
"Come, Chong."
There was something in the manner of her exit that infinitely puzzled him. It was the insolence of the well-bred, but he did not know it.
To offset his chagrin and confusion, he put on his helmet and pa.s.sed into the private office. She was out of his range of understanding.
Mallow was an American by birth but had grown up in the Orient, hardily. In his youth he had been beaten and trampled upon, and now that he had become rich in copra (the dried kernels of cocoanuts from which oil is made), he in his turn beat and trampled. It was the only law he knew. He was without refinement, never having come into contact with that state of being long enough to fall under its influence. He was a shrewd bargainer; and any who respected him did so for two reasons, his strength and his wallet. Such flattery sufficed his needs. He was unmarried; by inclination, perhaps, rather than by failure to find an agreeable mate. There were many women in Penang and Singapore who would have snapped him up, had the opportunity offered, despite the fact that they knew his history tolerably well.
Ordinarily, when in Penang and Singapore, he behaved himself, drank circ.u.mspectly and shunned promiscuous companions. But when he did drink heartily, he was a man to beware of.
He hailed the consul-general cordially and offered him one of his really choice cigars, which was accepted.
"I say, who was that young woman who just went out?"
The consul-general laid down the cigar. The question itself was harmless enough; it was Mallow"s way of clothing it he resented.
"Why?" he asked.
"She"s a stunner. Just curious if you knew her, that"s all. We came down on the same boat. Hanged if I shouldn"t like to meet her."
"You met her on board?"
"I can"t say that. Rather uppish on the steamer. But, do you know her?" eagerly.
"I do. More than that, I have always known her. She is the daughter of the late General Chetwood, one of the greatest civil-engineers of our time. When he died he left her several millions. She is a remarkable young woman, a famous beauty, known favorably in European courts, and I can"t begin to tell you how many other accomplishments she has."
"Well, stump me!" returned Mallow. "Is that all straight?"
"Every word of it," with a chilliness that did not escape a man even so impervious as Mallow.
"Is she a free-thinker?"
"What the devil is that? What do you mean?"
"Only this, if she"s all you say she is, why does she pick out an absconder for a friend, a chap who dare not show his fiz in the States?
I heard the tale from a man once employed in his office back in New York. A beach-comber, a dock-walloper, if there ever was one."
"Mallow, you"ll have to explain that instantly."
"Hold your horses, my friend. What I"m telling you is on the level.
She"s been hobn.o.bbing with the fellow all the way down from the Irrawaddy, so I"m told. Never spoke to any one else. Made him sit at her side at table and jabbered Italian at him, as if she didn"t want others to know what she was talking about. I know the man. Fired him from my plantation, when I found out what he was. Can"t recall his name just now, but he is known out here as Warrington; Parrot & Co."
The consul-general was genuinely shocked.
"You can"t blame me for thinking things," went on Mallow. "What man wouldn"t? Ask her about Warrington. You"ll find that I"m telling the truth, all right."
"If you are, then she has made one of those mistakes women make when they travel alone. I shall see her at tea and talk to her. But I do not thank you, Mallow, for telling me this. A finer, loyaler-hearted girl doesn"t live. She might have been kind out of sympathy."
Mallow bit off the tip of his cigar. "He"s a handsome beggar, if you want to know."
"I resent that tone. Better drop the subject before I lose my temper.
I"ll have your papers ready for you in the morning." The consul-general caught up his pen savagely to indicate that the interview was at an end.
"All right," said Mallow good-naturedly. "I meant no harm. Just naturally curious. Can"t blame me."
"I"m not blaming you. But it has disturbed me, and I wish to be alone to think it over."
Mallow lounged out, rather pleased with himself. His greatest pleasure in life was in making others uncomfortable.
The consul-general bit the wooden end of his pen and chewed the splinters of cedar. He couldn"t deny that it was like Elsa to pick up some derelict for her benefactions. But to select a man who was probably wanted by the American police was a frightful misfortune.
Women had no business to travel alone. It was all very well when they toured in parties of eight or ten; but for a charming young woman like Elsa, attended by a spinster companion who doubtless dared not offer advice, it was decidedly wrong. And thereupon he determined that her trip to Yokohama should find her well guarded.