The old fellow"s eyes twinkled as he drew out a cheque and pushed it across the table.
"Put that in your pocket, and go and talk to Mr. Foot"s brother," he said.
Andy"s start was almost a jump; old Jack"s pent-up mirth broke out explosively.
"But this--this is supernatural!" cried Andy.
"Looks like it, don"t it? How did I find out about that? Well, it shows, Andy, that it"s no use you thinkin" of tryin" not to keep a certain promise you made to me--because I find you out!"
"Dear old Jack!" Andy was standing by him now, his hand on his shoulder.
"I don"t believe I could have kept the promise in this case. I think I should have gone back--since the thing"s no go in London."
"Yes, you"d have gone back--just like your obstinate ways. But I found out. I"ve my correspondents."
"But there"s been no time! Well, you are one too many for me, Jack!"
Jack"s pride in his cunning was even greater than his delight in his benevolence. "Perhaps I"ve had a wireless telegram?" he suggested, wagging his head. "Or a carrier pigeon? Who knows?"
"But who was it told you?"
"You"ve got some friends I didn"t know of, up there in London. Havin"
your fling, are you, Andy? That"s right. And very good taste you seem to have too." He nodded approvingly.
"Oh, I give it up," said Andy. "You"re a wizard, Jack."
"If you talk about a witch, you"ll be a bit nearer the point, I reckon.
Not meanin" me, I need hardly say! Well, I must let you into the secret." With enormous pride he produced Miss Doris Flower"s letter.
"Read that, my lad."
"The Nun!" cried Andy, as his eye fell on the signature. "Who"d have thought of that?"
He read the letter; he listened to Jack"s enraptured story of how it had arrived. "And you"re not goin" to shame her by refusin" the money now, are you?" asked cunning Jack. "If you do, you"ll make her feel she"s been meddlin". Nice thing to make her feel that!"
Andy saw through this little device, but he only patted Jack"s shoulder again, saying quietly, "I"ll take the money, Jack." All the kindness made his heart very full--whether it came from old-time friends or these new friends from a new world who made his cause theirs with so ready a sympathy.
"You"re launched now, lad--fair launched! And I know you"ll float," said old Jack, grave at last, as he took his leave, his precious letter most carefully stowed away in his breast-pocket. It had been a great day for Jack, great for what he had done, great for the way in which his doing it had come about.
Within less than twenty-four hours Montreal had been written to, Gilly Foot had been written to--and Andy was at the Nun"s door.
She dwelt with Miss Dutton in a big block of flats near Sloane Street, very high up. Her sitting-room was small and cosy, presenting, however, one marked peculiarity. On two of the walls the paper was red, on the other two green. Seeing Andy"s eyes attracted by this phenomenon, the Nun explained: "We quarrelled over the colour to such an extent that at last I lost my temper, and, when Sally was away for a day, had it done like this--to spite her. Now she won"t let me alter it, because it"s a perpetual warning to me not to lose my temper. But it does look a little queer, doesn"t it?"
She had received him with her usual composure. "I knew you"d come, because I knew Mr. Jack Rock would do as I wanted, and I was sure he couldn"t keep the letter to himself. Well, that"s all right! It was only that the obvious thing wanted doing."
"But I don"t see--well, I don"t see why you should care."
She looked at him, a lurking laugh in her eye.
"Oh, you needn"t suppose that it was life and death to me! It was rather fun, just on its own account. You"ll like Gilly; he"s a good sort, though he"s rather greedy. Did you notice that? Billy"s really my friend. I"m very fond of Billy. Are you ambitious? Billy"s very ambitious."
"No, I don"t think I am."
The Nun lay back on a long chair; she was certainly wonderfully pretty as she smiled lazily at Andy.
"You look a size too large for the room," she remarked. "Yes, Billy"s ambitious. He"d like to marry me, only he"s ambitious. It doesn"t make any difference to me, because I"m not in love with him; but I"m afraid it"s an awfully uncomfortable state of affairs for poor Billy."
"Well, if he"d have no chance anyhow, couldn"t you sort of let him know that?" Andy suggested, much amused at an innocent malice which marked her description of Billy"s conflict of feeling.
"No use at all. I"ve tried. But he"s quite sure he could persuade me. In fact I don"t think he believes I should refuse if it came to the point.
So there he is, always just pulling up on the brink! He can"t like it, but he goes on. Oh, but tell me all about Harry Belfield. Now I"ve got you off my mind, I"m awfully interested about that."
Andy was not very ready at description. She a.s.sisted him by a detailed and skilful cross-examination, directed to eliciting full information about Vivien Wellgood"s appearance, habits, and character--how old she was, where she had been, what she had seen. When the picture of Vivien had thus emerged--of Vivien"s youth and secluded life, how she had been nowhere and seen nothing, how she was timid and shy, innocent and trustful, above all, how she idolized Harry--the Nun considered it for a moment in silence.
"Poor girl!" she said at last. Andy looked sharply at her. She smiled.
"Oh yes, you worship Harry, don"t you? Well, he"s a very charming man. I was rather inclined to fall in love with him once myself. Luckily for me I didn"t."
"I"m sure he"d have responded," Andy laughed.
"Yes, that"s just it; he would have! When did you say they were going to be married?"
"October, I think Harry said."
"Four months! And he dotes on her?"
"I should think so. You should just hear him!"
"I daresay I shall. He always likes talking to one girl about how much he"s in love with another."
The Nun"s matter-of-fact way of speaking may have contributed to the effect, but in the end the effect of what she said was to give the impression that she regarded Harry Belfield"s present pa.s.sion as one of a series--far from the first, not at all likely to be the last. The inflection of tone with which she had exclaimed "Four months!" implied that it was a very long while to wait.
"You"d understand it better if you saw them together," said Andy, eager, as always, to champion his friend.
"You"re very enthusiastic about her, anyhow," smiled the Nun. "It almost sounds as if you were a little in love with her yourself."
"Such a thing never occurred to me." Then he laughed, for the Nun was laughing at him. "Well, she would make every man want to--well, sort of want to take care of her, you know."
"Well, there"s no harm in your doing that--in moderation; and she may come to want it. Have you ever been in love yourself?"
"Yes, once," he confessed; "a long while ago, just before I left South Africa."
"Got over it?" she inquired anxiously.
"Yes, of course I have, long ago. It wasn"t very fatal."
"Fickle creature!"
Andy gave one of his bursts of hearty laughter to hear himself thus described.
"I like you," she said; "and I"m glad you"re going in with Gilly, because we shall often see you at lunch-time."