"I"ll send him if I can," said Grace, who got up. Then she hesitated and looked away across the field. "Perhaps I ought not to have told you, but I felt I must, and I"m glad I did."

Kit smiled and after walking to the gate with her went on with his mowing. Her story left out much he wanted to know, but he thought he saw where it led and would get the rest from Gerald. This might be difficult, but he meant to insist.

When Grace reached Tarnside she met Gerald on the lawn and took him to the bench under the copper-beech.

"Mr. Askew wants you to go to Ashness at four o"clock," she said.

"Askew wants me!" Gerald exclaimed, with a start, and Grace thought he looked afraid. "Why?"

"I don"t know. He said it was important."

Gerald looked hard at her. "Well, I suppose it is important. But how does he know about the thing?"

"I told him," Grace answered with forced quietness.

"You told him?" Gerald gasped, and then laughed harshly. "I knew you had pluck, but didn"t expect this! You don"t seem to realize what an extravagant thing you"ve done."

"I don"t; it doesn"t matter. Will you go?"

Gerald pondered for a few moments and then looked up. "You owe me nothing, Grace. In fact, you and mother have often had to pay for my folly; but I want you to be honest now. I imagine you understand what Alan expects if he helps me out?"

"Yes," said Grace in a strange hard voice.

"It would be a good marriage; the kind of marriage you ought to make.

Alan"s rich and can give you the things you like and ought to have. But with all that, I imagine you"d sooner let it go?"

"I hate it," Grace said quietly. "I don"t like Alan; I never shall like him."

"He has some drawbacks," Gerald remarked, and was silent. He had not often a generous impulse, but he was moved by his sister"s distress and thought he saw a plan. The plan was extravagant, and risky for him.

"I wonder whether you"d sooner marry Askew?" he resumed.

Grace moved abruptly and her face got red. She had not expected the question and was highly strung. Gerald saw her embarra.s.sment and went on:

"Of course, he"s an outsider, from our point of view, but he"s a good sort. In fact, he"s much better than Alan. Besides, there"s some ground for believing you are pretty good friends."

"Stop!" Grace exclaimed. "This has nothing to do with you. It"s unthinkable that you should meddle!"

Gerald smiled. "I"m not going to give Askew a hint, if that is what you mean. I wanted to find out if you"d shrink from him as you shrink from Alan, and I think I know."

"You don"t know," Grace declared, and then stopped and blushed as she met his steady look. After all, there was no use in pretending; Gerald would not be deceived. Still, when he quietly got up she asked with alarm: "What are you going to do?"

"I"m going to Ashness," Gerald replied. "I"ve made things hard for you and mother, but I won"t bring you fresh embarra.s.sment now. In fact, I think you can trust me, and, indeed, it"s obvious that you must." He turned and looked back with a smile. "If Askew"s the man I think, the chief will shortly get a jar."

Grace wanted to call him back, but somehow could not, and sat still while he crossed the lawn. So long as she could see him, he moved carelessly, but when he went down the drive behind a clipped hedge his step got slow and his face was hard. The thing he meant to do would need some pluck, and might be dangerous if he had not judged Askew right.

In the meantime, Kit went back to Ashness and smoked a cigarette while he pondered what Grace had told him. He had seen that she did not altogether know her brother"s offense, but since money was needed, Kit could guess; Gerald had been betting or speculating and had used money that was not his. Undoubtedly, Kit did not think he had robbed his employers, because, if he had done so, he would not have stayed at Tarnside. He had, however, robbed somebody, and as Kit remembered his skill with the pen he saw a light. Gerald had used somebody else"s name, on the back of a bill or promissory note, and now the bill must be met.

Presently he heard steps in the pa.s.sage and looking up as Gerald came in indicated a chair. Gerald sat down and for a few moments Kit studied him quietly. It was obvious that he felt some strain, but his look was resolute and Kit owned that he had more pluck than he had thought. The room was very quiet and the shadow of a big ash tree fell across the open window. The musical tinkle of a binder working among the corn came faintly down the dale.

"Well?" said Gerald, conscious of a sense of relief in Askew"s presence.

"You sent for me."

"I did. Your sister told me something; all she knew, perhaps, but not enough. Anyhow, you are in trouble about money and I promised to help."

"For my sake?" Gerald asked.

Kit frowned. "Not altogether, but we"ll let that go. If I am to be of use, you had better state the trouble plainly. I must know how things are."

"I suppose if you find the money I need, it will give you a claim on us,"

Gerald remarked meaningly.

"Yes," said Kit, with a steady look. "But that won"t make any difference.

I don"t mean to urge my claim. I expect this clears the ground?"

"It does; it"s some relief. As a matter of fact, n.o.body can help quite as much as you."

"Ah," said Kit, "I think I see! You used _my_ name. What was the sum for which you made me responsible?"

Gerald told him and waited anxiously when Kit knitted his brows. The sum was not so large as the latter had thought and Osborn"s inability to raise it indicated that he was seriously embarra.s.sed.

"I understand your father applied to Thorn," said Kit. "Does he know you have come to me?"

"He does not; n.o.body knows but Grace. I"d better state that I did come because I thought you"d take a generous line, and I"m doubtful about Thorn."

Kit made a sign of understanding. "Thorn hasn"t arrived yet?" he said.

"He sent a note he"d come across, but when I left he hadn"t arrived. My notion is he"s waiting until the last moment, with the object of making us realize we must have his help."

"It"s possible," said Kit, who approved Gerald"s handling of the matter.

The lad was a wastrel, but he had run some risk in order to save his sister from being forced to pay for his fault. "We won"t bother about Thorn"s object," he resumed. "Tell me about your difficulties. I don"t want a half confidence."

Gerald hesitated and then began his tale. He had used the bank"s money to speculate with and had lost. Plunging again, in the hope of getting straight, he had got alarmed when the margin shrank, and had gone to Hallam, the money-lender. The latter had insisted on a guarantee for the bill and Gerald had used Kit"s name. He replaced the bank"s money and had hoped the shares would go up before the bill fell due, but they had not.

"Well," said Kit quietly, "I expected something like this, and when the fellow brings the bill to your father it must be met." He stopped and picking up a newspaper studied the steamship advertis.e.m.e.nts. Then he turned to Gerald.

"There"s another thing. You can"t get a post in England, and for your mother"s and sister"s sakes, had better leave the country. A fast New York boat sails from Liverpool to-morrow. You must get off by to-night"s train."

Gerald looked at him with surprise. "But I"m not going to New York. I"ve no money and don"t know what to do when I get there."

"I"ll fix that," Kit said dryly. "You are going, anyhow. If you deliver the letter I"ll give you to some people in Mobile, they"ll find you a job. The rest will depend upon yourself."

For a few moments Gerald hesitated, and then got up. "Very well!

Perhaps it"s the best chance I"ll get, and I"ll take it. But I must go back and pack."

"I think not," said Kit. "There"s not much time. I must see the bank manager at his house first of all, and start soon. You"ll come with me to the town. Sit down and write to your mother; I"ll see she gets the note."

Gerald did as he was told and not long afterwards Kit and he drove out of the Ashness lonning and took the road to the town.

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