"I tell you! As if you didn"t know! After the stories I have heard of her I had hoped that you would have had no more to do with Miss Bewicke. But, of course, my wishes do not count."
"If the stories you have heard are to Miss Bewicke"s discredit, you may take my word for it that they are libels."
"You are sure to know. I am glad you have such a high opinion of her.
When you have seen her you might let me know what she says. That is, if she should say anything which was not spoken in the strictest confidence."
She actually walked away. He went after her.
"My dear Letty, don"t you want me to try to get the ring?"
"By all means act in accordance with the dictates of your better judgment. You are so much wiser than I."
"But, Letty, if I don"t get the ring, I--I won"t say I lose you, because G.o.d knows I hope I never shall do that; but it means that I shall have to wait for you, the Powers above alone can tell how long.
While getting it means getting you at once."
"Guy, weren"t you once engaged to be married to Miss Bewicke?"
"Yes, I was."
"And I suppose you loved each other?"
"Letty, it"s not like you to rub it in like this."
"My dear Guy, let us look the situation fairly in the face. This person, from whom you are going to ask this weighty favour--in effect you are going to ask her to bestow on you a fortune--is the woman whom once you loved, and who was once your promised wife. I don"t like it; it"s no use pretending to you that I do."
"My dear Letty, do you think I like it? If it weren"t for circ.u.mstances I"d let the ruby and the fortune go together. Listen, the decision shall be in your hands. Shall I try to fulfil the old man"s preposterous and malignant condition? or shall I throw the whole thing up at once, let the money go to Horace Burton, return to Africa, and keep on pounding away in the hope of making enough to win you in the end? Now, which is it to be? You shall say."
"It"s not fair to place the entire responsibility upon my shoulders."
"Since this is a matter in which you are primarily interested, my one desire is that your views should be treated with the utmost possible deference."
"Then get the ruby."
"But how?"
"Tear it from her if you like; knock her down and steal it; I don"t care. Only don"t make love to her under the pretence of doing me a service. Guy, if you"re even civil to her--"
She left the sentence unfinished; the air with which she spoke was eloquent enough.
"My dear Letty, as if I should! Then do you suggest that I should go and see her?"
"Of course. To-night."
"To-night?"
"At once. And get the ruby from her somehow; I don"t care how, but get it. And meet me here in the morning with it in your hand."
"But, dearest, Miss Bewicke goes to the theatre."
"I don"t care where she goes."
"Exactly, but I can hardly interview her in the theatre; and, in any case, she would scarcely have the ruby with her there."
"Then see her after."
"After the theatre?"
"Oh, Guy, don"t keep asking me questions! If you only knew how I hate the notion of your seeing her at all, especially to solicit a favour at her hands. But since I suppose you must, you must get it over. Only I know what took place between you before; papa knows and everybody knows--heaps of people have told me." A curious something came into her voice, a sort of choking sound. It frightened Mr Holland. "Guy, you must see her to-night--to-night--and never again. Get the ruby from her if you have to fight her for it, and meet me here to-morrow morning with it in your hand."
Without a word of warning she scurried from him down the path. He called after her.
"Letty!"
"Don"t try to stop me. I don"t want to speak to you when you"re going to see that woman."
There was that in her voice which caused him to deem it advisable to take her at her word. He let her go. He remained behind to objurgate fickle fortune and other things. He told himself, not for the first time,--
"It really was not worth while to see ghosts in Africa for this. If spectral visitations all tend this way I bar them. The next ghost I see I"ll decline to notice it. It shall lead somebody else into a mess, not me." He began to stroll towards the gate, kicking every now and then at the pebbles on the path. "Never thought Letty was such a little spitfire. Bless her heart! I love her for it all the more. Who can have told her about the mess I made of things with May? I"ll swear I didn"t. These things will out." He groaned. "It"s past seven. I"ll go and get something to eat. Then if food screws my courage to the sticking point I"ll go and interview Miss Bewicke a little later. But as for taking that ruby from her _vi et armis_--oh, lord! If ever there was a forlorn hope, I"m down for one to-night."
Miss Bewicke had a flat in Victoria Street. A little after half-past eleven Mr Holland addressed himself to the hall porter with an inquiry if she was in. There was that in his bearing which suggested that the food which he had consumed had not exhilarated him to any appreciable extent. In fact, so melancholy was his air that one would not have been surprised to learn that it had injuriously affected his digestion. The porter regarded him askance.
"Do you know Miss Bewicke?"
"I have that honour."
"Sure?"
"Tolerably sure."
"You"ll excuse my asking you, but such a lot of people, perfect strangers, come hanging about and annoying her that my orders are not to let anybody go up if I can help it who isn"t a friend of hers. I understand you to say that you are a friend."
"A friend of some years" standing."
Mr Holland sighed. The porter observed him with dubious glances, being possibly doubtful as to the meaning of the sigh.
"I suppose it"s all right if you"re a friend of hers; you ought to know best if you are. I can only say that you"ll do no good if you"re trying it on. I don"t know if Miss Bewicke is in; I don"t think she"s returned from the theatre. But you can go up and see. I"ll take you up in the lift if you like."
The porter took him up in the lift. On the way Mr Holland asked a question.
"Do Miss Bewicke"s unknown admirers allow their admiration to carry them as far as her private residence?"
"I don"t know about admiration. Idiots I call them; and sometimes worse. People hang about here all day, and sometimes half the night, trying to introduce themselves to her, and I don"t know what rubbish.
Why, I"ve known half-a-dozen cabs follow her from the theatre to the very door."
"Empty cabs?"
"Not much; a fool, and sometimes two fools, in each."