"Tens."
"Queens."
As I faced them, in its holy of holies my heart sang a loud Te Deum.
Pendarvon stood up, still laughing.
"That"s enough for me."
When I heard the peculiar something that was ringing in his laughter, knowing the man as I did, I knew that Mr. Pendarvon would watch for me and wait. His turn would come.
"I"m hanged!" cried Archie, "if I haven"t thrown my money clean away!"
He certainly had--that is, if his IOU"s represented money, which his best friend might be excused for doubting.
CHAPTER XVIII.
DAMON AND PYTHIAS: A MODERN INSTANCE.
"WEST KENSINGTON.
"DEAR MR. TOWNSEND,--Will you come and dine with me one evening next week? I am always free.
"I want to ask your advice on a small personal concern. You know the world so much better than I do.
"Truly yours,
"HELEN CARRUTH."
The next morning, when I woke from dreams of poker, this was the first letter which I opened. It was nicely written, in a small, round hand, as clear as copperplate--somehow it did not strike me as being the writing of a woman who did not know the world. Mrs. Carruth seemed friendly. With a background of intentions, as usual? What was the "small personal concern?" An excuse?--only that and nothing more? I wondered.
I had to go down to c.o.c.kington by the afternoon train--to Dora, and to Haselton Jardine. I should probably stay there till Tuesday or Wednesday--it depended. I might make it Thursday with Mrs. Carruth--if anything turned up at the last moment I could always send an excuse.
Something about the woman attracted me. A _tete-a-tete_ might prove amusing. There and then I scribbled an acceptance--appointing Thursday.
I was conscious of the possession of a head--the adventures of the night had left the flavour of brandy behind. We had made up accounts before we parted. There had been diversions! I had a nice little pocketful of money. Pendarvon owed me seventeen thousand odd, Archie owed him over four thousand, and me over thirty-five thousand. As I surveyed Archie"s heap of IOU"s I felt that I had better make early inquiries into the prices current of waste paper. Pendarvon"s seventeen thousand I would get within the week, or mention it.
No need to trouble myself about Pendarvon. While I still was fingering his paper, Burton brought me an envelope on which I recognised his handwriting.
"Mr. Pendarvon"s servant waits for an answer, sir?"
The envelope contained a cheque and note.
"ARLINGTON STREET.
"_Friday_.
"DEAR TOWNSEND,--Enclosed find a cheque for 17,450. Short reckonings make long friends. Please give IOU"s to bearer.
"Yours,
"C. P."
I packed up his IOU in an envelope, with a word of thanks, and handed them to Burton. Pendarvon was the sort of man one liked to play with--when one won. He might not prove so pleasant an opponent when one lost, and owed one"s losings, and was pressed for cash. Asking for no grace, he gave none. Archie would have to find that four thousand in a week.
Poor dear old Archie!
What was I to do? I had as much chance of getting thirty-five thousand pounds out of him as out of the first beggar I might meet in the street. Well, I could afford to be magnanimous. I was like unto him that expecteth nothing. I might let him off--if his beggarly, but proud, Scotch blood would suffer it. It might be worth my while to put him under an obligation.
He came in just as I had finished dressing--looking as if he had been spending the time since I had seen him last in trying to find that five and thirty thousand pounds. His eyes were bloodshot. His face was white and drawn. He was a vivid ill.u.s.tration of the night it must have been.
Vouchsafing no greeting, sitting down without a word, leaning on the handle of his stick, he stared at nothing with his bloodshot eyes.
I opened the ball.
"Are you coming down with me to Torquay by the three o"clock?" Silence.
"I suppose you haven"t forgotten your engagement with Jardine?"
"I can"t keep it. For a sufficient reason."
"What"s that? Feel seedy? The run down will do you good. You"ll feel as fit as a fiddler by the time you get to c.o.c.kington."
"That"s not the reason."
"What is it then? I suppose you"re not going to throw them over--they"ll want your gun."
"The reason I"m not going is because I have not sufficient money with which to pay the fare."
I stared. I had not supposed the thing was so bad as that. Yet it was characteristic. In one of his moods he was just the man to play for his boots, and not miss them till he wanted to put them on.
"I suppose you"re joking."
By way of reply he relinquished his stick, stood up, and solemnly turned out his pockets one by one. He held some coins out towards me in his hand.
"Six-and-ninepence. That represents my cash in hand. Of course, there is always the p.a.w.nshop."
"Stuff. You can always borrow."
"I am glad to hear it. From whom? Give me the gentleman"s name. He is not known to me, I"ll swear. I must be unknown to him, or he would never lend."
"Can"t you do anything on a bit of stiff?"
"I repeat--give me the gentleman"s name."
"If it comes to that, I"ll lend you a hundred or so to go on with myself, as you very well know."