A stonemason who had been rescued from a third-cla.s.s carriage along with his wife and two children had demanded at the time to know the name of his rescuer. Harry had simply smiled and run off to try to rescue someone else. But Becket had shouted back, "Captain Harry Cathcart."
One of the stonemason"s sons had a broken arm. Reporters haunting the nearby hospitals began to hear of some hero who had gone from carriage to carriage rescuing people. They came upon the stonemason as he was leaving the hospital with his family, his son"s arm in a splint. He told them that the lives of himself and his family had been saved by a Captain Harry Cathcart.
Daisy slipped out the following day for a walk. She was very troubled. Peter and Rose had won first prize for their costumes. Everyone was talking about what a handsome pair they made.
She walked until she reached Piccadilly. Outside the new Ritz Hotel, a news-vendor was shouting, "Read all abaht it! Hero of train crash."
Daisy was about to walk on when she recognized Harry"s face on the front page. She fumbled in her reticule for her change purse and bought a copy and went into Green Park where she could read it in peace.
The photograph of Harry had been taken a year before at a charity fund-raising garden party. Daisy read in growing horror about the train crash. Becket was referred to only as Harry"s manservant. He could have been killed, she thought, the newspaper trembling in her hands, oblivious to the black ink that was soiling her gloves.
Various friends telephoned the earl to exclaim over Harry"s bravery. He told his wife.
"Perhaps we will say nothing of this to Rose," said Lady Polly. "It is better at the moment that she should think he did not care enough about her to attend last night."
At that moment, Rose entered the drawing-room carrying a letter and a little jeweller"s box.
"I am returning Captain"s Cathcart"s ring," she said. "I have written him a letter asking him to release me from the engagement."
"It"s all for the best," said Lady Polly. "I"ll get John footman to take it straight to him. Matthew shall send an announcement to the newspapers straight away."
Harry had told Becket to take the day off. Phil, proud of his temporary position as butler, was answering the door and telling the press in strangulated tones of refinement that the captain was "not at home."
Phil was unrecognizable as the wreck that Harry had first brought home. His skin was clear and healthy and his figure erect. He loved his room and his books. He wished he"d been on that train with the guv"nor and maybe had a chance to rescue him.
He answered the door again, prepared to send another reporter away, but it was the earl"s footman who stood there. He handed Phil the letter and the little jeweller"s box. "My Lady Rose requested me to give these to Captain Cathcart."
Phil took the letter and box in to where Harry was sitting at his desk in the parlour.
"From Lady Rose," said Phil.
Harry looked bleakly at the letter and then at the jeweller"s box. "Thank you, Phil, that will be all."
"Right, guv." Phil backed out of the room as if before royalty.
Harry opened the jeweller"s box. The ring he had given Rose sparkled up at him.
He broke open the seal on the letter. He read: "Dear Captain Cathcart, As you have once again shown your indifference to me by failing to escort me last night or even to send an apology, I am terminating our engagement. This will be best for both of us. Yours sincerely, Rose Summer."
"The h.e.l.l with her," said Harry out loud. "Now I need never be hurt again!"
Daisy hurried upstairs, clutching the Evening News. Evening News. She erupted into Rose"s sitting-room, crying, "You"ll never believe it!" She erupted into Rose"s sitting-room, crying, "You"ll never believe it!"
"What is it, Daisy?" Rose was slumped in an armchair by the fire.
"It"s about the captain. He"s a hero. Oh, if only they had got Becket"s name!"
"Let me see that newspaper."
Daisy handed it over. Rose read the story of Harry"s bravery with increasing horror.
She turned a white face up to Daisy. "I have just written to him sending his ring back and Matthew has sent a notice to the Times Times cancelling our engagement." cancelling our engagement."
"Why?" shrieked Daisy.
"Because he did not attend me last night. I thought he was snubbing me."
"Cancel the notice!"
"I can"t," said Rose dismally. "It"s done. It"s for the best."
"You fool," said Daisy bitterly. "You b.l.o.o.d.y little fool." She burst into tears and fled from the room.
Rose was in more disgrace than she had been when her photograph had appeared once on the front page of the Daily Mail Daily Mail showing her attending a suffragette rally. She had jilted England"s latest hero. The announcement had appeared in the showing her attending a suffragette rally. She had jilted England"s latest hero. The announcement had appeared in the Times Times and the gossipy papers had recognized a story. All the facts of Dolly"s murder were dragged up again. A nasty bit of speculation began to run through society that someone as unstable as Lady Rose Summer might have killed Dolly herself in a fit of jealous rage. and the gossipy papers had recognized a story. All the facts of Dolly"s murder were dragged up again. A nasty bit of speculation began to run through society that someone as unstable as Lady Rose Summer might have killed Dolly herself in a fit of jealous rage.
Daisy was angry with her, wondering if she would ever see Becket again. Three days after the announcement Daisy felt she could not bear it any longer and slipped out of the house and took a hansom to Chelsea.
When Becket answered the door, Daisy burst into tears and fell into his arms.
He drew her gently inside, saying, "Please don"t cry. We"ll think of something."
At last, Daisy, fortified with hot gin, gulped and said, "My lady is in such disgrace. Some people are beginning to think she might have murdered Dolly herself."
"But that is ridiculous!"
"I know. But mud like that sticks. Invitations have been cancelled. Lady Polly is in fits. It"s all her fault for encouraging Rose to break off the engagement, but of course she puts the blame for everything all on Rose."
"It is a pity there is no other gentleman in Lady Rose"s life."
"Why?"
"Because society would a.s.sume that she was so much in love with this other fellow that she had to ditch the captain."
"There"s only Sir Peter and we both know what he is."
"That might be gossip. We may be mistaken."
"Don"t think so."
"Then perhaps Sir Peter might agree to an arranged engagement. If he does prefer men and were ever caught out, he would go to prison."
"Do you think that might do the trick?"
"It would certainly save my master"s face and would stop a lot of the gossip about her."
"I"ll suggest it."
"Then there is charity work. There are soup kitchens in the East End. If she were to work some hours in one of those and the press got to hear of it, she might be regarded as an angel of mercy."
"You are clever, Becket. I wish we could get married."
"We will," said Becket. "I don"t know how, but I will do everything in my power to make that happen."
When Daisy returned, Rose listened to Becket"s suggestions. "It would mean I would have to propose to Peter," she said.
A footman entered. "Sir Peter Petrey has called, my lady."
"I will see him. Are my parents at home?"
"No, my lady."
"Then put him in the drawing-room. Come, Daisy."
As they walked down to the drawing-room, Daisy hissed, "You can"t propose to him with me there."
"We will take tea and then I will ask you to fetch my shawl."
Peter advanced to meet them. "I am so sorry, Lady Rose," he said. "It is unfair that you should be in disgrace for refusing to continue in an engagement that had become distasteful to you. Surely everyone knows he neglected you shamefully."
"Everyone has conveniently forgotten that."
Rose rang the bell and ordered tea. Peter chatted away of this and that and then Rose said, "Please fetch my shawl, Daisy."
When Daisy had left the room, Rose said bluntly, "I have often thought of marrying just anyone in order to have a household of my own."
"You might find a husband tyrannical."
Rose took a deep breath. "Not if it were someone like you."
Peter carefully replaced a half-eaten crumpet on his plate. "Lady Rose, are you proposing to me?"
"I suppose I am. I shall be very rich on my majority. I would not interfere with you if you would not interfere with me."
"Meaning a marriage in name only?"
"Yes."
"Why this sudden desire to marry me and not someone else?"
"I do not like anyone else. If I were to announce an engagement to you, people would a.s.sume that was the reason I jilted the captain."
"All very Byzantine. Yes, I don"t see why not. We are friends. Ah, I hear your parents returning. I shall ask you father"s permission."
Lady Polly was in a high good humour. Ever since Rose"s disgrace, she had been diligently making calls, reminding society how Cathcart had snubbed her poor Rose, how he had never been at her side; how, having sunk to trade, the captain spent all his time working like a common labourer. Her last call had shown her that the gossip had taken. "Poor Lady Rose," fickle society was now saying. "Of course she could not go on."
The earl, who had just returned from his club, was told by Brum, "Sir Peter Petrey wishes to speak to you, my lord."
"Does he now!" Lady Polly and her husband exchanged glances.
When they entered the drawing-room, Peter rose to meet them. "My lord, my lady, I will get directly to the point of my call. I wish to marry your daughter."
"You have my permission," sighed the earl. "I"ll send Rose to you, but don"t get your hopes up."
"Lady Rose has already intimated that she would be pleased to accept my suit."
"Splendid! Splendid!" said the earl. "Leave you to it."
Harry was so furious when he read the announcement that Becket did not dare tell him it had been his idea.
Instead Becket said cautiously, "I fear, sir, that Lady Rose may have been anxious to set up her own household and found in Sir Peter someone amiable who would let her have her own way."
"Oh, to h.e.l.l with her," raged Harry. "I"m well out of it. I"m going to see Kerridge."
At Scotland Yard, Kerridge looked sympathetically at Harry. "It"s your own fault," he said. "You did neglect her."
Harry shrugged. "I may as well tell you now. It was an arrangement between us to stop her being sent out to India."
"That"s a pity. I always thought the pair of you were eminently suitable. Still, that"s an end to her detecting. She won"t be getting into any more trouble now."
In the following weeks Rose began to relax and feel she had made a wise decision. Peter was always in attendance and was a free and easy companion. But there was still some black little piece of sorrow inside her. She told herself it was because she missed the excitement of being with Harry and Becket and solving cases.
One morning, she remembered guiltily that it had been some days since she had last visited Miss Friendly. She went up to the attic. She stopped outside the door. Miss Friendly was singing in a high reedy voice: "Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."