"Well, I got tired having a ham-fisted Dutchman pawing me and closing my mouth with his big splay fingers. So I asked him to slide overboard and shoved his friend after him."
"Did you shoot them?"
"No, I tell you!" he said disgustedly. "I hadn"t a chance in hot blood, and I couldn"t do it in cold. No, Scheherazade, I didn"t shoot.
I pulled a gun for dramatic effect, that"s all."
After a silence she asked him in a low voice what he intended to do with her.
"Do? Nothing! Chat affably with you until we reach town, if you don"t mind. Nothing more violent than that, Scheherazade."
The girl, sitting sideways on the sofa, leaned her head against the velvet corner as though very tired. Her small hands lay in her lap listlessly, palms up-turned.
"Are you really tired?" he asked.
"Yes, a little."
He took the two pillows from his bed and placed them on the sofa.
"You may lie down if you like, Scheherazade."
"Won"t you need them?"
"Sunburst of my soul, if I pillow my head on anything while you are in the vicinity, it will be on that olive-wood box!"
For the first time the faintest trace of a smile touched her lips. She turned, settled the pillows to her liking, and stretched out her supple figure on the sofa with a slight sigh.
"Shall I talk to you, Scheherazade, or let you snuggle into the chaste arms of Morpheus?"
"I can"t sleep."
"Is it a talk-fest, then?"
"I am listening."
"Then, were the two recent gentlemen who so rudely pounced upon me the same gentlemen who so cheerfully chased me in an automobile when you made red fire?"
"Yes."
"I was betting on it. Nice-looking man--the one with the cla.s.sical map and the golden Frick."
She said nothing.
"Scheherazade," he continued with smiling malice, "do you realise that you are both ornamental and young? Why so young and murderous, fair houri? Why delight in manslaughter in any degree? Why cultivate a.s.sault and battery? Why swipe the property of others?"
She closed her eyes on the pillow, but, as he remained silent, presently opened them again.
"I asked them not to hurt you," she said irrelevantly.
"Who? Oh, your strenuous friends with the footpad technique? Well, they obeyed you unwillingly."
"Did they hurt you?"
"Oh, no. But the car-wheels might have."
"The car-wheels?"
"Yes. They were all for dumping me down the steps of the vestibule.
But I"ve got a nasty disposition, Scheherazade, and I kicked and bit and screamed so l.u.s.tily that I disgusted them and they simply left the train and concluded to cut my acquaintance."
It was evident that his good-humoured mockery perplexed her. Once or twice the shadow of a smile pa.s.sed over her dark eyes, but they remained uncertain and watchful.
"You really were astonished to see me alive again, weren"t you?" he asked.
"I was surprised to see you, of course."
"Alive?"
"I told you that I asked them not to really hurt you."
"Do you suppose I believe _that_, after your pistol practice on me?"
"It is true," she replied, her eyes resting on him.
"You wished to reserve me for more pistol practice?"
"I have no--enmity--for you."
"Oh, Scheherazade!" he protested, laughing.
"You are wrong, Mr. Neeland."
"After all I did to you?"
To his surprise a bright blush spread over her face where it lay framed by the pillows; she turned her head abruptly and lay without speaking.
He sat thinking for a few minutes, then leaning forward from where he sat on the bed"s edge:
"After a man"s been shot at and further intimidated with a large, unpleasantly rusty Kurdish dagger, he is likely to proceed without ceremony. All the same, I am sorry I had to humiliate you, Scheherazade."
She lay silent, unstirring.
"A girl would never forgive that, I know," he said. "So I shall look for a short shrift from you if your opportunity ever comes."
The girl appeared to be asleep. He stood up and looked down at her.
The colour had faded from the one cheek visible. For a while he listened to her quiet breathing, then, the imp of perversity seizing him, and intensely diverted by the situation, he bent over her, touched her cheek with his lips, put on his hat, took box and suitcase, and went out to spend the remaining hour or two in the smoking room, leaving her to sleep in peace.
But no sooner had he closed the door on her than the girl sat straight up on the sofa, her face surging in colour, and her eyes brilliant with starting tears.