"And my name shall not appear in the matter?"
"No--no," Pateley said, in spite of himself breathlessly and hurriedly, more excited than he wished to show. Sir William paused and looked towards the window. "All right," said Pateley, "you have time. Quick!
What is it?"
"There is going," Sir William said, "I am almost certain, to be an understanding, an agreement between England and Germany about this business in Africa."
"Impossible!" said Pateley.
"Yes," said Sir William, hardly audibly.
"Give me the proof," Pateley said, coming close to him and in his excitement making a movement as though to take the paper out of Gore"s hand.
"Wait, wait!" Sir William said. "No, you mustn"t do that!" and he staggered and leant back against the chimneypiece. Pateley had no time to waste in sympathy.
"Look here, if you don"t give it to me, show me what it is."
"Yes, yes, I will show it you," Sir William said, "only you are not to take it, you are not to touch it."
Pateley signed a.s.sent, and Sir William unfolded the map of Africa and held it up with a trembling hand.
"What!" said Pateley, at first hardly grasping what he saw. Then its full significance began to dawn upon him. "Africa--a part.i.tion of Africa between Germany and England! Do you mean to say that is it?"
"Yes," Sir William said. "But for Heaven"s sake don"t touch it, don"t take it out of my hand," he said again, nervously conscious that his own strength was ebbing at every moment, and that if the resolute, dominant figure before him had chosen to seize on the paper, nothing could have prevented his doing so.
"Well, at any rate, let me have a good look at it," Pateley said, "the coast is still clear," and as he went to the window to give another look out, he took something out of his breast pocket. "Now then," he said, turning back to Sir William, "hold it up in the light so that I can have a good look at it;" and as Sir William held it in the light of the window, Pateley, as quick as lightning, drew his tiny camera out of his pocket. There was a click, and the map of Africa had been photographed.
Pateley unconsciously drew a quick breath of relief as he put the machine back. Sir William, as white as a sheet, dropped his hands in dismay.
"Good Heavens! What have you done? Have you photographed it?"
"Yes," said Pateley, trying to control his own excitement, and recovering his usual tone with an effort. "That"s all, thank you. It is much the simplest form of ill.u.s.tration."
"Ill.u.s.tration! What are you going to do with it?" Sir William said, aghast.
"That depends," said Pateley. "I must see how and when I can use it to the best advantage."
"You have sworn," Sir William said tremulously, "that you won"t say where you got it from."
"Of course I won"t," Pateley said, gradually returning to his usual burly heartiness. "Now, may I ask where _you_ got it from?"
"I got it out of there," Sir William said, pointing to the table. "A corner of it was sticking out."
"Might I suggest that you should put it back again?" said Pateley.
"Good Heavens, yes!" said Gore. "I had forgotten." And he nervously folded it up and dropped it through the slit of the table.
"Ha, that"s safer," said Pateley, with a short laugh. "You should not lose your head over these things," and he gave a swift look down the street again. "Now I must go. I am going straight to the City, and I"ll tell you what I shall do," and his manner became more emphatic as he went on, as though answering some objection. "I"m going to buy up the whole of the "Equator" shares on the chance of a rise, and perhaps some Cape to Cairo too, and then we"ll see. Now, can"t I do something for you too? Won"t you buy something on the chance of a rise?"
Sir William had sunk into a chair. He shook his head.
"I am too tired to think," he said. "I don"t know."
"Well, you leave it to me," Pateley said, "and I"ll do something for you--and if things go as we think, by next week you will be in a position to make good the losses of all London two or three times over.
I"ll let you know what happens, and what I"ve been able to do."
"Thank you," Sir William said again feebly.
"The news will soon pick you up," said Pateley heartily, as he shook him by the hand. "No, don"t get up; I can find my way out. Goodbye." And a moment later he pa.s.sed the window, striding away towards Knightsbridge.
CHAPTER XIV
Sir William remained lying back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, too much exhausted by the excitement of the last few minutes to realise entirely what had happened, but with a vague, agonised consciousness that he had done something irrevocable, something that mattered supremely. But to try even to conceive what might be the consequence of it so made his heart throb and his head whirl that all he could do was to put it away from him with as much effort as he had strength to make.
It was so that Rachel found him, when she came gaily in a few minutes later from a shopping expedition in Sloane Street, eager to tell him of all her little doings, and of some acquaintances she had met in the street. He looked at her and tried to smile.
"Father--father--dear father!" she said in consternation. "What is it?
Are you not so well?"
"Yes, yes," he said nervously, trying to speak in something like his ordinary voice. "I am--tired, that"s all."
"You have been up too long," she said anxiously.
"I don"t think it"s that," he said.
"But where is Frank?" asked Rachel. "I thought, of course, that he was with you. That was why I went out. I had no idea you would be alone."
"Lord Stamfordham came," said Sir William, feeling like one who is forced to approach something that horrifies him, and who dares not look it in the face. "Frank went out with him."
"Lord Stamfordham! Again!" said Rachel amazed.
"Yes," said Sir William, leaning back with his eyes closed, as though unable to expend any of his feeble strength on surprise or wonder, much less on attempts at explanation. And as Rachel looked at him her solicitude overcame every other thought.
"Darling," she said, "do come back to your own room. Let"s go upstairs now."
"No, no," said Sir William quickly, feeling, even though he thought of Rendel"s return with absolute terror, that it would be better to know the worst at once without waiting in suspense for the blow to fall.
"I"ll wait till Rendel comes in."
"But he shall go up to you at once," Rachel urged. "Do come up now, dear father."
At that moment, however, the question of whether they should wait or not for Rendel"s return was settled for them, for his latchkey was heard turning in the front door. He came into the room with such an air as a winged messenger of victory might wear, unconscious of his surroundings and of the road he traverses as he speeds along. Rachel looked at him, and forbore to utter either the inquiry that sprang to her lips or any appeal for sympathy about her father"s condition.
"I"ve got to finish some writing," Rendel said, bringing back his thoughts with visible effort. And he went quickly to the writing-table, opening it with the key of his watch-chain. Sir William dared not look.
He tried to remember what had happened when he so hurriedly put the paper back; he wondered whether it had stuck in the slit, or if it had gone properly through and fallen straight among the others. There was a pause during which he sat up and gripped the arms of his chair, listening as if for life. Nothing had happened apparently. Rendel had drawn up his chair and was writing again busily. Sir William fell back again and closed his eyes as a flood of relief swept over him, Rachel sitting by him quietly, her hand laid gently on his. Rendel went on writing, transcribing from some more rough pencil notes he had brought in in his hand, then, having quickly rung the bell, he proceeded to do the whole thing up in a packet and seal it securely.
"I want this taken to Lord Stamfordham at once," he said, as the servant came into the room. "And, Thacker, I should like you to go with it yourself, please. It"s very important, and I want it to be given into his own hand. If he isn"t in, please wait."
"Yes, sir," said Thacker, taking the precious packet and departing, with a secret thrill of wondering excitement.