Alison laughed. "You"re delicious when you"re jealous, Staff," said she.
"No; it isn"t advertising--it"s discipline."
"Discipline?"
"Just that. I"m punishing you for your obstinacy about the play. You"ll see, my dear," she taunted him: "I"m going to have my own way or make your life perfectly miserable."
Before he could invent an adequate retort, the beautiful Mr. Bangs came tripping across the deck, elation in his manner.
"Ah, there you are, Miss Landis! My dance, you know. Been looking everywhere for you."
"So sorry: I was just coming down."
Alison caught up the demi-train of her gown, but paused an instant longer, staring Staff full in the face, her air taunting and provocative.
"Think it over, Staff," she advised in a cool, metallic voice; and dropping her hand on Bangs" arm, moved languidly away.
Staff did think it over, if with surprisingly little satisfaction to himself. It wasn"t possible to ignore the patent fact that Alison had determined to make him come to heel. That apparently was the only att.i.tude possible for one who aspired to the post of first playwright-in-waiting and husband-in-ordinary to the first actress in the land. He doubted his ability to supple his back to the requisite degree. Even for the woman he loved.... Or did he?... Through the wraith-like mists of fading illusions he caught disturbing glimpses--dark shapes of lurking doubts.
Disquieted, he found distasteful the thought of returning to the lower deck, and so strolled idly aft with a half-formed notion of looking up Iff.
From a deck-chair a woman"s voice hailed him: "Oh, Mr. Staff...."
"Miss Searle?" He turned in to her side, experiencing an odd sensation of pleasure in the encounter; which, wisely or not, he didn"t attempt to a.n.a.lyse--at least further than the thought that he had seen little of the young woman during the last two days and that she was rather likeable.
"You"re not dancing?" he asked in surprise; for she, too, had dressed for this celebration of the last night of the voyage.
Smiling, she shook her head slightly. "Neither are you, apparently.
Won"t you sit down?"
He wasn"t at all reluctant to take the chair by her side. "Why not?" he asked.
"Oh, I did dance once or twice and then I began to feel a bit tired and bored and stole away to think."
"Long, long thoughts?" he asked lightly.
"Rather," said she with becoming gravity. "You see, it seems pretty serious to one, this coming home to face new and unknown conditions after three years" absence.... And then, after six days at sea, out of touch with the world, practically, there"s always the feeling of suspense about what will happen when you get solid earth under your feet. You know what I mean."
"I do. You live in New York?"
"I mean to try to," she said quietly. "I haven"t any home, really--no parents and only distant family connections. In fact, all I do possess is a little income and an immense desire to work."
"You"re meaning to look for an engagement, then?"
"I must."
"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully, "I might help you a bit; I know some of the managers pretty well ..."
"Thank you. I meant to ask you, but hoped you"d offer." She laughed a trifle shyly. "I presume that"s a bold, forward confession to make, but I"ve been so long abroad I don"t know my way round at home, anymore."
"That"s all right," said Staff, liking her candour. "Where shall you be?
Where can I find you?"
"I hardly know--for a day or two at some hotel, and as soon as possible in a small studio, if I can find one to sublet."
"Tell you what you do," he suggested: "drop me a line at the Players, letting me know when and where you settle."
"Thank you," she said, "I shall."
He was silent for a little, musing, his gaze wandering far over the placid reaches of the night-wrapped ocean. "Funny little world, this,"
he said, rousing: "I mean, the ship. Here we are today, some several hundreds of us, all knit together by an intricate network of interests, aims, ambitions and affections that seem as strong and inescapable as the warp and woof of Life itself; and yet tomorrow--we land, we separate on our various ways, and the network vanishes like a dew-gemmed spider"s web before the sun."
"Only the dew vanishes," she reminded him; "the web remains, if almost invisible.... Still, I know what you mean.... Wasn"t that Miss Landis you were with, just now?"
"Yes."
"Tell me"--she stirred, half turning to him--"has anything new transpired--about the collar?"
"You know about that!" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Of course; the ship has been humming with it ever since dinner."
"But how--?"
"Mrs. Ilkington told me, of course. I presume Miss Landis told her."
"Doubtless," he agreed reluctantly, little relishing the thought. Still, it seemed quite plausible, Alison"s views on advertising values considered. "No," he added presently; "I"ve heard nothing new."
"Then the Secret Service man hasn"t accomplished anything?"
"So you know about him, too?... Can"t say--haven"t seen him since morning. Presumably he"s somewhere about, sniffing for clues."
"Miss Landis," said the girl in a hesitant manner--"doesn"t seem to worry very much ...?"
"No," admitted Staff.
"Either that, or she"s as wonderful an actress off the boards as on."
"They mostly are," Staff observed. He was hardly ready to criticise his beloved to a comparative stranger. The subject languished and died of inanition.
"By the way--did you ever solve the mystery of your bandbox?"
Staff started. "What made you think of that?"
"Oh--I don"t know."
"No--haven"t had any chance. I rather expect to find out something by the time I get home, though. It isn"t likely that so beautiful a hat will be permitted to blush unseen." His interest quickened. "Won"t you tell me, please?" he begged, bending forward.
But the girl laughed softly and shook her head.