"Pooh!" she exclaimed encouragingly. "I know a little about the law--so do you. He hasn"t any proof--he never can have any proof. No one will ever be able to swear that the body which they picked out of the ca.n.a.l was the body of Douglas Romilly. There wasn"t a soul who saw you do it. I am the only person in the world who could supply the motive, and I--I shall never be any use to them. Don"t you see, Philip?... I shall be your wife! A wife can"t give evidence against her husband! You"ll be safe, dear--quite safe."
He withdrew a little from her embrace.
"Beatrice," he reminded her, "there is another tragedy beyond the one with which Dane threatens us. I do not wish to marry you."
She suddenly blazed up.
"Because--?"
"Not because of any reason in the world," he interrupted, "except that I love Elizabeth Dalstan."
"Does she want to marry you?"
He was suddenly an altered person. Some of his confidence seemed to desert him. He shook his head doubtfully.
"I am not sure. Sometimes I think that she would. Sometimes I fancy that it is only a great kindness of heart, an immense sympathy, a kind of protective sympathy, which has made her so good to me."
She looked at herself steadily for a moment in the mirror. Then she pulled down her veil.
"Philip," she said, "we find out the truth when we are up against things like this. I used to think I could live alone. I can"t. Whatever you may think of me, I was fond of Douglas. It wasn"t only for the sake of the money and the comfort. He was kind, and in his way he understood. And then, you know, misery didn"t agree with you. You were often, even in those few hours we spent together, very hard and cold. Anyway," she added, with a little tightening of the lips, "I am going to get my money now. No one can stop that. You stay here and think it over. It would be better to marry me, Philip, and be safe, than to have the fear of that man Dane always before you. And wait--wait till you see me when I come back!" she went on, her spirits rapidly rising as she moved towards the door. "You"ll change your mind then, Philip. You were always so impressionable, weren"t you? A little touch of colour, the perfume of flowers, a single soft word spoken at the right moment--anything that took your fancy made such a difference. Well--just wait till I come back!"
She closed the door. Philip heard her descend in the lift. He moved to the window and watched for her on the pavement. She appeared there in a moment or two and waited whilst the boy whistled for a taxicab, her face expectantly upraised, one hand resting lightly on her bosom, just over the spot where her pocketbook lay.
CHAPTER XVI
Philip was still gazing into vacancy and smoking cigarettes when Elizabeth arrived. She seemed conscious at once of the disturbed atmosphere. His hands, which she held firmly in hers, were as cold as ice.
"Is that girl going to be troublesome?" she demanded anxiously.
"Not in the way we feared," he replied. "All the same, the plot has thickened so far as I am concerned. That fellow Dane has been here."
"Go on," she begged.
"He laid a trap for us, and we fell into it like the veriest simpletons.
He let Beatrice think that he had gone to Chicago. Of course, he did nothing of the sort. He turned her loose to come to me, and he had us watched. He knew that we spent last evening together as old friends. She was here in my rooms this morning when he arrived."
"Oh, Philip, Philip!" she murmured. "Well, what does he suspect?"
"The truth! He accused me to my face of being Philip Romilly. Beatrice did her best but, you see, the position was a little absurd. She denied strenuously that she had ever seen me before, that I was anything but a stranger to her. In the face of last evening, and his finding her here this morning, it didn"t sound convincing."
"What is Dane going to do?"
"Heaven knows! It isn"t his affair, really. If there were any charge against me--well, you see, there"d have to be an extradition order. I should think he will probably lay the facts before Scotland Yard and let them do what they choose."
She made him sit down and drew a low chair herself to his side. She held his hand in hers.
"Philip," she said soothingly, "they can"t possibly prove anything."
"They can prove," he pointed out, "that I was in Detton Magna that afternoon. I don"t think any one except Beatrice saw me start along the ca.n.a.l path, but they can prove that I knew all about Douglas Romilly"s disappearance, because I travelled to America under his name and with his ticket, and deliberately personated him."
"They can prove all that," she agreed, "but they can"t prove the crime itself. Beatrice is the only person who could do that."
"She proposes to marry me," he announced grimly. "That would prevent her giving evidence at all."
Elizabeth suddenly threw her arms around his neck and held her cheek to his.
"She shan"t marry you!" she declared. "I want you myself!"
"Elizabeth!"
"Yes, I have made up my mind, Philip. It is no use. The other things are fascinating and splendid in their way, but they don"t count, they don"t last. They"re tinsel, dear, and I don"t want tinsel--I want the gold.
We"ll face this bravely, wherever it leads, however far, however deep down, and then we"ll start again."
"You know what this means, Elizabeth?" he faltered. "That man Power--"
She brushed the thought away.
"I know. He"ll close the theatre. He"ll do all he can to harm us. That doesn"t matter. The play is ours. That"s worth a fortune. And the new one coming--why, it"s wonderful, Philip. We don"t want wealth. Your brain and my art can win us all that we desire in life. We shall have something sweeter than anything which Sylva.n.u.s Power"s millions could buy. We shall have our love--your love for me, dear, and mine for you."
He felt her tears upon his cheek, her lips pressed to his. He held her there, but although his heart was beating with renewed hope, he said nothing for a time. When she stepped back to look at his face, however, the change was already there.
"You are glad, Philip!" she cried. "You are happy--I can see it! You didn"t ever care really for that girl, did you?"
He almost laughed.
"Not like this!" he answered confidently. "I never even for a single moment pretended to care in a great way. We were just companions in misfortune. The madness that came over me that day had been growing in my brain for years. I hated Douglas Romilly. I had every reason to hate him.
And then, after all he had robbed me of--my one companion--"
She stopped him.
"I know--I know," she murmured. "You need never try to explain anything to me. I know everything, I understand, I sympathise."
A revulsion of feeling had suddenly chilled him. He held her to him none the less tightly but there was a ring of despair in his tone.
"Elizabeth, think what it may mean!" he muttered. "How can I drag you through it all? A trial, perhaps, the suspense, and all the time that guilty knowledge behind--yours and mine!"
"Pooh!" she exclaimed lightly. "I am not a sentimentalist. I am a woman in love."
"But, Elizabeth, I am guilty!" he groaned. "That"s the horror of it! I"d take the risk if I were an innocent man--I"d risk everything. But I am afraid to stand there and know that every word they say against me will be true, and every word of the men who speak in my defence will be false.
Can"t you realise the black, abominable horror of it? I couldn"t drag you into such a plight, Elizabeth! I was weak to think of it. I couldn"t!"
"You"ll drag me nowhere," she answered, holding him tightly. "Where I go my feet will lead me, and my love for you. You can"t help that. We"ll play the game--play it magnificently, Philip. My faith in you will count for something."
"But, dear," he protested, "don"t you see? If the case ever comes into court, even if I get off, every one will know that it is through a technicality. The evidence is too strong. Half the world at least will believe me guilty."
"It shan"t come into court," she proclaimed confidently. "I shall talk to Dane. I have some influence with the police authorities here. I shall point out how ridiculous it all is. What"s the use of formulating a charge that they can never, never prove?"