I think the loss of the honour had been preying on his mind. He seemed nervous. His up-swing was shaky, and he swayed back perceptibly. He made a lunge at the ball, sliced it, and it struck a tree on the other side of the water and fell in the long gra.s.s. We crossed the bridge to look for it; and it was here that the effect of Professor Rollitt began definitely to wane.
"Why on earth don"t they mow this darned stuff?" demanded Mitch.e.l.l, querulously, as he beat about the gra.s.s with his niblick.
"You have to have rough on a course," I ventured.
"Whatever happens at all," said Millicent, "happens as it should. Thou wilt find this true if thou shouldst watch narrowly."
"That"s all very well," said Mitch.e.l.l, watching narrowly in a clump of weeds but seeming unconvinced. "I believe the Greens Committee run this bally club purely in the interests of the caddies. I believe they encourage lost b.a.l.l.s, and go halves with the little beasts when they find them and sell them!"
Millicent and I exchanged glances. There were tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Mitch.e.l.l! Remember Napoleon!"
"Napoleon! What"s Napoleon got to do with it? Napoleon never was expected to drive through a primeval forest. Besides, what did Napoleon ever do? Where did Napoleon get off, sw.a.n.king round as if he amounted to something? Poor fish! All he ever did was to get hammered at Waterloo!"
Alexander rejoined us. He had walked on to where his ball lay.
"Can"t find it, eh? Nasty bit of rough, this!"
"No, I can"t find it. But tomorrow some miserable, chinless, half-witted reptile of a caddie with pop eyes and eight hundred and thirty-seven pimples will find it, and will sell it to someone for sixpence! No, it was a brand-new ball. He"ll probably get a shilling for it. That"ll be sixpence for himself and sixpence for the Greens Committee. No wonder they"re buying cars quicker than the makers can supply them. No wonder you see their wives going about in mink coats and pearl necklaces. Oh, dash it! I"ll drop another!"
"In that case," Alexander pointed out, "you will, of course, under the rules governing match-play, lose the hole."
"All right, then. I"ll give up the hole."
"Then that, I think, makes me one up on the first nine," said Alexander. "Excellent! A very pleasant, even game."
"Pleasant! On second thoughts I don"t believe the Greens Committee let the wretched caddies get any of the loot. They hang round behind trees till the deal"s concluded, and then sneak out and choke it out of them!"
I saw Alexander raise his eyebrows. He walked up the hill to the next tee with me.
"Rather a quick-tempered young fellow, Holmes!" he said, thoughtfully.
"I should never have suspected it. It just shows how little one can know of a man, only meeting him in business hours."
I tried to defend the poor lad.
"He has an excellent heart, Alexander. But the fact is--we are such old friends that I know you will forgive my mentioning it--your style of play gets, I fancy, a little on his nerves."
"My style of play? What"s wrong with my style of play?"
"Nothing is actually wrong with it, but to a young and ardent spirit there is apt to be something a trifle upsetting in being, compelled to watch a man play quite so slowly as you do. Come now, Alexander, as one friend to another, is it necessary to take two practice-swings before you putt?"
"Dear, dear!" said Alexander. "You really mean to say that that upsets him? Well, I"m afraid I am too old to change my methods now."
I had nothing more to say.
As we reached the tenth tee, I saw that we were in for a few minutes"
wait. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. Millicent was standing beside me, dejection written on her face. Alexander and young Mitch.e.l.l were some distance away from us.
"Mitch.e.l.l doesn"t want me to come round the rest of the way with him,"
she said, despondently. "He says I make him nervous."
I shook my head.
"That"s bad! I was looking on you as a steadying influence."
"I thought I was, too. But Mitch.e.l.l says no. He says my being there keeps him from concentrating."
"Then perhaps it would be better for you to remain in the club-house till we return. There is, I fear, dirty work ahead."
A choking sob escaped the unhappy girl.
"I"m afraid so. There is an apple tree near the thirteenth hole, and Mitch.e.l.l"s caddie is sure to start eating apples. I am thinking of what Mitch.e.l.l will do when he hears the crunching when he is addressing his ball."
"That is true."
"Our only hope," she said, holding out Professor Rollitt"s book, "is this. Will you please read him extracts when you see him getting nervous? We went through the book last night and marked all the pa.s.sages in blue pencil which might prove helpful. You will see notes against them in the margin, showing when each is supposed to be used."
It was a small favour to ask. I took the book and gripped her hand silently. Then I joined Alexander and Mitch.e.l.l on the tenth tee.
Mitch.e.l.l was still continuing his speculations regarding the Greens Committee.
"The hole after this one," he said, "used to be a short hole. There was no chance of losing a ball. Then, one day, the wife of one of the Greens Committee happened to mention that the baby needed new shoes, so now they"ve tacked on another hundred and fifty yards to it. You have to drive over the brow of a hill, and if you slice an eighth of an inch you get into a sort of No Man"s Land, full of rocks and bushes and crevices and old pots and pans. The Greens Committee practically live there in the summer. You see them prowling round in groups, encouraging each other with merry cries as they fill their sacks. Well, I"m going to fool them today. I"m going to drive an old ball which is just hanging together by a thread. It"ll come to pieces when they pick it up!"
Golf, however, is a curious game--a game of fluctuations. One might have supposed that Mitch.e.l.l, in such a frame of mind, would have continued to come to grief. But at the beginning of the second nine he once more found his form. A perfect drive put him in position to reach the tenth green with an iron-shot, and, though the ball was several yards from the hole, he laid it dead with his approach-putt and holed his second for a bogey four. Alexander could only achieve a five, so that they were all square again.
The eleventh, the subject of Mitch.e.l.l"s recent criticism, is certainly a tricky hole, and it is true that a slice does land the player in grave difficulties. Today, however, both men kept their drives straight, and found no difficulty in securing fours.
"A little more of this," said Mitch.e.l.l, beaming, "and the Greens Committee will have to give up piracy and go back to work."
The twelfth is a long, dog-leg hole, bogey five. Alexander plugged steadily round the bend, holing out in six, and Mitch.e.l.l, whose second shot had landed him in some long gra.s.s, was obliged to use his niblick.
He contrived, however, to halve the hole with a nicely-judged mashie-shot to the edge of the green.
Alexander won the thirteenth. It is a three hundred and sixty yard hole, free from bunkers. It took Alexander three strokes to reach the green, but his third laid the ball dead; while Mitch.e.l.l, who was on in two, required three putts.
"That reminds me," said Alexander, chattily, "of a story I heard.
Friend calls out to a beginner, "How are you getting on, old man?" and the beginner says, "Splendidly. I just made three perfect putts on the last green!""
Mitch.e.l.l did not appear amused. I watched his face anxiously. He had made no remark, but the missed putt which would have saved the hole had been very short, and I feared the worst. There was a brooding look in his eye as we walked to the fourteenth tee.
There are few more picturesque spots in the whole of the countryside than the neighbourhood of the fourteenth tee. It is a sight to charm the nature-lover"s heart.
But, if golf has a defect, it is that it prevents a man being a whole-hearted lover of nature. Where the layman sees waving gra.s.s and romantic tangles of undergrowth, your golfer beholds nothing but a nasty patch of rough from which he must divert his ball. The cry of the birds, wheeling against the sky, is to the golfer merely something that may put him off his putt. As a spectator, I am fond of the ravine at the bottom of the slope. It pleases the eye. But, as a golfer, I have frequently found it the very devil.
The last hole had given Alexander the honour again. He drove even more deliberately than before. For quite half a minute he stood over his ball, pawing at it with his driving-iron like a cat investigating a tortoise. Finally he despatched it to one of the few safe spots on the hillside. The drive from this tee has to be carefully calculated, for, if it be too straight, it will catch the slope and roll down into the ravine.
Mitch.e.l.l addressed his ball. He swung up, and then, from immediately behind him came a sudden sharp crunching sound. I looked quickly in the direction whence it came. Mitch.e.l.l"s caddie, with a gla.s.sy look in his eyes, was gnawing a large apple. And even as I breathed a silent prayer, down came the driver, and the ball, with a terrible slice on it, hit the side of the hill and bounded into the ravine.
There was a pause--a pause in which the world stood still. Mitch.e.l.l dropped his club and turned. His face was working horribly.