"No, sir."
"Have you," continued Amber, looking away and speaking slowly, "ever heard him mention his marriage?"
"Never, sir. "E says in that paper "e was a widower; I fancy the lady must have died before I entered "is service. "E was always a lonely man, all the fifteen year I"ve been with "im, keepin" very much to "imself, sir."
"He never spoke of a--daughter?"
"No, sir. Didn"t "e say "e was childless?"
"Yes. I merely wondered.... Tell me, now, do you know of any letters or papers of his that we should destroy? If there are any, he would wish us to."
""E never "ad many, sir. What letters "e got "e answered right away and destroyed "em. There was a little packet in "is trunk, but I see that"s gone."
"He burned it himself this evening. There"s nothing else?"
"Nothing whatever, sir."
"That"s all right, then. We have nothing to do but ... see that he"s decently buried and get away as soon as we can. There"s no time to lose. It"s after four, now, and as soon as it"s daylight----You must have a boat somewhere about?"
"Yes, sir. Mr. Rutton "ad me "ire a little power launch before "e came down. It"s down by the bayside, "alf a mile aw"y."
"Very well. The wind is dying down and by sunrise the bay will be safe to cross--if it isn"t now. These shallow waters smoothe out very quickly. We"ll--"
He cut his words short and got up abruptly with a sharp exclamation: "What"s that?"
Doggott, too, had heard and been startled. "It sounded like a gun-shot, sir, and a man shouting," he said, moving toward the door.
But Amber antic.i.p.ated him there.
As he stepped out into the bitter-cold air of early morning, he received an impression that a shadow in the hollow had been alarmed by his sudden appearance and had flitted silently and swiftly out upon the beaten eastward path. But of this he could not be sure.
He stood shivering and staring, waiting with attentive senses for a repet.i.tion of the sound. The wind had indeed fallen, and the world was very still--a hush that overspread and lay unbroken upon the deep, ceaseless growling of the sea, like oil on water. The moon had set and the darkness was but faintly tempered by the starlight on the snow--or was it the first wan promise of the dawn that seemed to quiver in the formless void between earth and sky?
In the doorway Doggott grew impatient. "You don"t "ear anything, sir?"
"Not a sound."
"It"s cruel cold, Mr. Amber. "Adn"t you better come inside, sir?"
"I suppose so." He abandoned hope disconsolately and returned to the hut, his teeth inclined to chatter and his stomach a.s.sailed by qualms--premonitions of exhaustion in a body insufficiently nourished.
Doggott, himself similarly affected, perhaps, was quick to recognise the symptoms. "I"ll get a bite of breakfast, sir," he suggested; "you "aven"t "ad enough to eat, and "unger"s tyking "old of you. If you"ll pardon my saying so, you look a bit sickly; but a cup of hot coffee"ll set that right in a jiffy."
"Thank you, Doggott; I believe you"re right. Though disappointment has a good deal to do with the way I look. I"d hoped it might be Mr. Quain come to look for me."
Doggott disappeared to prepare the meal, but within five minutes a second gun-shot sounded startlingly near at hand. The Virginian"s appearance at the door was coincident with a clear hail of "Aho-oy, Amber!"--unmistakably Quain"s voice, raised at a distance of not over two hundred yards.
Amber"s answering cry quavered with joy. And with a bear-like rush Quain topped the nearest dune, dropped down into the hollow, and was upon him.
"By the Lord Harry!" he cried, almost embracing Amber in his excitement and relief; "I"d almost given you up for good and all!"
"And I you," said Amber, watching curiously and somewhat distrustfully a second man follow Quain into the vale. "Who"s that?" he demanded.
"Only Antone. We"ve him to thank. He remembered this old camp here--I"d completely forgotten it--and was sure you"d taken refuge in it. Come inside." He dragged Amber in, the Portuguese following. "Let"s have a look at you by the light. Lord! you seem to be pretty comfortable--and I"ve been worrying myself sick for fear you--" He swept the room with an approving glance which pa.s.sed over Doggott and became transfixed as it rested upon the hammock-bed with its burden; and his jaw fell.
"What"s this? What"s this?" He swung upon Amber, appraising with relentless eyes the havoc his night"s experience had wrought upon the man. "You look like h.e.l.l!" he exploded. "What"s up here? Eh?"
Amber turned to Doggott. "Take Antone out there with you and keep him until I call, please. This is Mr. Quain; I want to talk with him undisturbed.... But you can bring us coffee when it"s ready."
Quain motioned to Antone; the Portuguese disappeared into the back room with Doggott, who closed the communicating door.
"You first," said Amber. "If you"ve fretted about me, I"ve been crazy about you--what time I"ve had to think."
Quain deferred to his insistence. "It was simple enough--and d.a.m.ned hard," he explained. "I caught the _Echo_ by the skin of my teeth, the skimmy almost sinking under me. She was hard and fast aground, but I managed to get the motor going and backed her off. As soon as that was all right we got a wave aboard that soused the motor--like a fool I"d left the hatch off--and short-circuited the coil. After that there was h.e.l.l to pay. I worked for half an hour reefing, and meanwhile we went aground again. The oar broke and I had to go overboard and get wet to my waist before I got her off. By that time it was blowing great guns and dead from the beach. I had to stand off and make for the mainland--nothing else to do. We beached about a mile below the lighthouse and I had the four-mile tramp home. Then after I"d thawed out and had a drink and a change of clothes, we had to wait two hours for the sea to go down enough to make a crossing in the launch practicable. That"s all for mine. Now you? What"s that there?"
"A suicide; a friend of mine--the man Rutton whom we were discussing the night I came down. And that"s not half. There"s a man out there somewhere, shot to death by Rutton--a Bengali babu.... Quain, I"ve lived in Purgatory ever since we parted and now ... I"m about done."
He was; the coming of Quain with the ease of mind it brought had snapped the high nervous tension which had sustained Amber. He was now on the edge of collapse and showed it plainly. But two circ.u.mstances aided him to recover his grip upon himself: Quain"s compa.s.sionate consideration in forbearing to press his story from him, and Doggott"s opportune appearance with a pot of coffee, steaming and black. Two cups of this restored Amber to a condition somewhat approaching the normal.
He lit a cigarette and began to talk.
For all his affection for and confidence in his friend, there were things he might not tell Quain; wherefore he couched his narrative in the fewest possible words and was miserly of detail. Of the coming of the babu and his going Amber was fairly free to speak; he suppressed little if any of that episode. Moreover he had forgotten to remove the Token from his finger, and Quain instantly remarked it and demanded an explanation. But of the nature of the errand on which he was to go, Amber said nothing; it was, he averred, Rutton"s private business. Nor did he touch upon the question of Rutton"s nationality. Sophia Farrell he never mentioned.
Nevertheless, he said enough to render Quain thoughtful.... "You"re set on this thing, I suppose?" he asked some time after Amber had concluded.
"Set upon it, dear man? I"ve no choice. I must go--I promised."
"Of course. That"s you, all over. Personally, I think it"ll turn out a fool"s errand. But there"s something you haven"t told me--I"m not a.s.s enough to have missed that and no doubt that influences you."
"I"ve told you everything that, in honor, I could."
"Hmm--yes; I dare say...." Quain scowled over the problem for some time. "It"s plain enough," he a.s.serted forcibly: "that man was involved in some infernal secret society. Just how and why"s the question. Think I"ll have a look at him."
Amber would have protested, but thought better of it and held his peace while Quain went to the hammock-bed, turned back the sheet, and for several minutes lingered there, scrutinising the stony, upturned face.
"So!" he said, coming back. "Here"s news that"ll help you some. You were blind not to see it yourself. That man"s--was, I should say--a Rajput." He waited for the comment which did not come. "You knew it?"
"I ... suspected, to-night."
"It"s as plain as print; the mark of his caste is all over him. But perhaps he was able to disguise it a little with his manner--alive; undoubtedly, I"d say. He was a genius of his kind--a prodigy; a mental giant. That translation of the "Tantras"----! Wonderful!... Well, he"s gone his own way: G.o.d be with him.... When do you want to start?"
"As soon as possible--sooner. I"ve not a day to lose--not an hour."
"Urgent as that, eh?" Quain peered keenly into his face. "I wish I knew what you know. I wish to Heaven I might go with you. But I"m married now--and respectable. If I ""ear the East a-callin"" and daren"t answer, it"s my own fault for ever being fool enough to have heard it.
Well...." He proceeded to take charge of the situation with his masterful habit. "The morning train leaves Nokomis at seven-thirty. You can make that, if you must. But you need sleep--rest."
"I"ll get that on the train."
""Knew you"d say that. Very well. This is Tuesday. The _Mauretania_--or the _Lusitania_, I don"t know which--sails to-morrow. You can catch that, too. It"s the quickest route, eastwards--"
"But I"ve decided to go west."