But she knew before he answered, for at that moment Forrester"s tall figure suddenly grew out of the darkness beside them.
He was making for the smaller gate, of which Peg knew he kept a duplicate key, and which led to the offices, and with sudden impulse she darted forward and caught his arm.
"Mr. Forrester!"
The Beggar Man turned sharply and peered down at her white face.
"You! Good heavens! is anything the matter.... Faith?" His mind flew with swift apprehension to his wife.
Peg laughed bitterly.
"Oh, no, she"s safe and sound enough. It"s you."
"Me!" His eyes went beyond her to where Farrow stood. "Good heavens!
What"s the meaning of it all?" he demanded angrily. "Farrow, if you"ve been down to Hampstead frightening my wife...."
He turned on the man threateningly as a shrill warning scream broke from Peg, and the next instant Forrester felt himself seized violently from behind and flung backwards.
The darkness was filled with voices and shouting, and the street seemed suddenly to have grown alive with men.
It all happened so quickly that afterwards Forrester could remember no details, but, above all the din and tumult, he could hear Peg"s voice raised in a wild scream of entreaty.
"Ben--Ben--for G.o.d"s sake!"
The scuffle was all about him as he stood with his back to the locked gates trying to see what was happening, and to free himself of her enc.u.mbering body, but her arms were round his neck, and as by main force he tried to unclasp them and throw her aside a terrific blow fell somewhere from out of the darkness--not on him, but on the girl who clung to him so frantically; and suddenly she sagged against him and would have fallen but for his upholding arms.
There were running steps in the street, and the shrill blast of a police whistle rose above the discord as the crowd of hooligans broke and scattered in all directions, panic-stricken.
Forrester laid Peg on the pavement, still keeping his arms about her. He felt confused and dazed; he could not realize what had happened.
One of the police who had come upon the scene turned the light of his lantern on Peg"s face; the blow that had struck her had torn her hair down, and it lay in a tangled ma.s.s about her white face, but her eyes were open and fixed on the Beggar Man.
"Peg! Peg!" he said hoa.r.s.ely.
It was the first time he had ever called her by her Christian name, and a little smile wavered across her face.
"I--I saved your life, anyway----" she whispered weakly, and then more softly still, "It"s like a novelette!" said Peg, and closed her eyes.
CHAPTER XIII
It was midnight when Forrester got back home; he let himself into the dark house mechanically. He felt drunk with shock and the horror of all that had happened. He groped blindly along the wall and found the switch, flooding the hall with light, and as he did so he heard a little sound close to him on the stairs and a smothered cry.
He wheeled round sharply, and came face to face with his wife. She was at the foot of the stairs, dressed for travelling, and she clutched a small dressing-case in one shaking hand.
Forrester stared at her stupidly for a moment, and then his eyes turned to the clock. It was on the stroke of midnight! So late--and Faith going out! He tried to think, to understand, but his brain worked slowly, like machinery that wanted oiling through long disuse. Then suddenly he seemed to understand.
The blood rushed to his face in a pa.s.sionate flood. He took a step forward and gripped her arm.
"Where are you going? Answer me."
She hardly knew his voice, and his eyes were like a stranger"s, as she shrank back from him with a low cry of fear.
"Where are you going?" But there was no need for her to answer; he knew without a word being spoken.
He stood back from her, his hand falling from her arm as if it had grown nerveless, and for a moment there was absolute silence. Then the Beggar Man laughed, such a mirthless, heart-broken laugh that Faith cried out.
She dropped the little suitcase she carried and ran to him.
"Nicholas ... Nicholas ... Oh, don"t look at me like that!" She laid her hand on his sleeve, but he struck it down in blind fury. At that moment he was beside himself with rage and bitterness and sorrow for the tragedy that had come into his life.
And she seemed to realize that his thoughts were not only of her and the irrevocable step she had planned to take, and her frightened face whitened as she instinctively gasped her friend"s name.
"Peg!"... Forrester turned away. He put his hand over his eyes for a moment, trying desperately to control himself, but his voice was thick as he answered mechanically:
"She died--in hospital--half an hour ago."
There was a tragic silence, then Faith stumbled backwards, catching at the bal.u.s.ters to save herself from falling. Her face was frozen with horror. She stared at her husband with fascinated eyes.
Then he seemed to awaken again to the desperate situation still confronting him; he caught her by both shoulders, shaking her savagely in his rage and despair.
"You were going--with Digby.... My G.o.d! I"ll kill him--I"ll----"
He broke off as the silence of the night outside was pierced by the shrill sound of a man"s whistle.
For an instant neither of them moved. Then slowly, as if with difficulty, Forrester released her and turned towards the door.
Faith felt as if she were turned to stone. Then suddenly she rushed after him; she fell on her knees, catching at his hand.
"No--no ... I beg you ... no ... no.... Oh, if you ever loved me...."
He looked down at her upturned face, and his own writhed in desperate pain.
"If--I--ever--loved--you!" he echoed. Then he stooped, wrenched himself free of her, flung open the door and was gone out into the night.
Faith never knew how the hours of that dreadful night pa.s.sed away. When daylight came she found herself in her own room, sitting on the side of the bed, staring down at the floor.
She felt incapable of thought or action; mind and body seemed frozen with a great horror.
Last night seemed like some terrible madness. She was sure she must have been mad.
Forrester had not come home, she knew, for her ears had been strained all night for the sound of his step.
When the maid brought early tea she cried out when she saw Faith.