"We have broken the ice for them," he said, "but I am afraid that we are already forgotten."
CHAPTER x.x.xIV
AN ILL-a.s.sORTED COUPLE
Wrayson looked anxiously at his watch. It was already ten minutes past nine, and although he was standing on the precise spot indicated, there was no one about who in the least resembled the young woman of whom he was in search. The overture to the ballet was being played, a good many people were strolling about, or seated at the small round tables, but they were all of the usual cla.s.s, the ladies ornate and obvious, and all having the air of _habitues_. In vain Wrayson scanned the faces of the pa.s.sers-by, and even the occupants of the back seats. There was no sign of the young woman of whom he was in search.
Presently he began to stroll somewhat aimlessly about, still taking note of every one amongst the throng, and in a little while he caught sight of a familiar figure, sitting alone at one of the small round tables. He accosted him at once.
"How are you, Heneage?" he said quietly. "What are you doing in town at this time of the year?"
Heneage started when he was addressed, and his manner, when he recognized Wrayson, lacked altogether its usual composure.
"I"m all right," he answered. "Beastly hot in town, though, isn"t it? I"m off in a day or two. Where have you been to?"
"North of France," Wrayson answered. "You look as though you wanted a change!"
"I"m going to Scotland directly I can get away."
The two men looked at one another for a moment. Heneage was certainly looking ill. There were dark lines under his eyes, and his face seemed thinner. Then, too, he was still in his morning clothes, his tie was ill arranged, and his linen not unexceptionable. Wrayson was puzzled.
Something had gone wrong with the man.
"You see," he said quietly, "I have been forced to disregard your warning. I shall be in England for some little time at any rate. May I ask, am I in any particular danger?"
Heneage shook his head.
"Not from me, at any rate!"
Wrayson looked at him for a moment steadily.
"Do you mean that, Heneage?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"You are satisfied, then, that neither I nor the young lady had anything to do with the death of Morris Barnes?" Heneage moved in his chair uneasily.
"Yes!" he answered. "Don"t talk to me about that d.a.m.ned business," he added, with a little burst of half-suppressed pa.s.sion. "I"ve done with it. Come and have a drink."
Wrayson drew a sigh of relief. Perhaps, for the first time, he realized how great a weight this thing had been upon his spirits. He had feared Heneage!--not this man, but the cold, capable Stephen Heneage of his earlier acquaintance; feared him not only for his own sake, but hers.
After all, his visit to the Alhambra had brought some good to him.
Heneage had risen to his feet.
"We"ll go into the American bar," he said. "Not here. The women fuss round one so. I"m glad you"ve turned up, Wrayson. I"ve got the hump!"
The bar was crowded, but they found a quiet corner. Heneage ordered a large brandy and soda, and drunk half of it at a gulp.
"How"s every one?" Wrayson asked. "I haven"t been in the club yet."
"All right, I believe. I haven"t been in myself for a week,"
Heneage answered.
Wrayson looked at him in surprise.
"Haven"t been in the club for a week?" he repeated. "That"s rather unusual, isn"t it?"
"d.a.m.n it all! I"m not obliged to go there, am I?" Heneage exclaimed testily.
Wrayson looked at him in amazement. Heneage, as a rule, was one of the most deliberate and even-tempered of men.
"Of course not," he answered. "You won"t mind telling me how the Colonel is, though, will you?"
"I believe he is very well," Heneage answered, more calmly. "He doesn"t come up to town so often this hot weather. Forgive me for being a bit impatient, old fellow. I"ve got a fit of nerves, I think."
"You want a change," Wrayson said earnestly. "There"s no doubt about that."
"I am going away very soon," Heneage answered. "As soon as I can get off.
I don"t mind telling you, Wrayson, that I"ve had a shock, and it has upset me."
Wrayson nodded sympathetically.
"All right, old chap," he said. "I"m beastly sorry, but if you take my advice, you"ll get out of London as soon as you can. Go to Trouville or Dinard, or some place where there"s plenty of life. I shouldn"t busy myself in the country, if I were you. By the bye," he added, "there is one more question I should like to ask you, if you don"t mind."
Heneage called a waiter and ordered more drinks. Then he turned to Wrayson.
"Well," he said, "go on!"
"About that little brute, Barnes" brother. Is he about still?"
Heneage"s face darkened. He clenched his fist, but recovered himself with a visible effort.
"Yes!" he answered shortly, "he is about. He is everywhere. The little brute haunts me! He dogs my footsteps, Wrayson. Sometimes I wonder that I don"t sweep him off the face of the earth."
"But why?" Wrayson asked. "What does he want with you?"
"I will tell you," Heneage answered. "When he first turned up, I was interested in his story, as you know. We commenced working at the thing together. You understand, Wrayson?"
"Perfectly!"
"Well--after a while it suited me--to drop it. Perhaps I told him so a little abruptly. At any rate, he was disappointed. Now he has got an idea in his brain. He believes that I have discovered something which I will not tell him. He follows me about. He pesters me to death. He is a slave to that one idea--a hideous, almost unnatural craving to get his hands on the source of his brother"s money. I think that he will very soon be mad. To tell you the truth, I came in here to-night because I thought I should be safe from him. I don"t believe he has five shillings to get in the place."
Wrayson lit a cigarette and smoked for a moment in silence. Then he turned towards his companion.
"Heneage," he said, "I don"t want to annoy you, but you must remember that this matter means a good deal to me. I am forced to ask you a question, and you must answer it. Have you really found anything out? You don"t often give a thing up without a reason."