Now she wavered for a moment. "You didn"t say you had a wife before,"
she suggested.
"An invalid," sighed Mr. Flinks--"a helpless invalid, lady. And six small children probably crying for bread at this very moment. Ah, lady, think what my feelings must be to hear "em cry in vain--think what I must suffer to know that I summoned them cherubs out of Heaven into this here hard, hard world, lady, and now can"t do by "em properly!" And c.o.c.k-eye Flinks brushed away a tear which I, for one, am inclined to regard as a particularly ambitious flight of his imagination.
Promptly Margaret opened the bag at her waist and took out her purse.
"Don"t!" she pleaded. "Please don"t! I--I"m upset already. Take this, and please--oh, _please_, don"t spend it in getting drunk or gambling or anything horrid," Miss Hugonin implored him. "You all do, and it"s so selfish of you and so discouraging."
Mr. Flinks eyed the purse hungrily. Such a fat purse! thought c.o.c.k-eye Plinks. And there ain"t n.o.body within a mile of here, neither. You are not to imagine that Mr. Flinks was totally abandoned; his vices were parochial, restrained for the most part by a lively apprehension of the law. But now the spell of the Eagle was strong upon him.
"Lady," said Mr. Flinks, twisting in his grimy hand the bill she had given him--and there, too, the Eagle flaunted in his vigour and heartened him, "lady, that ain"t much for you to give. Can"t you do a little better than that by a poor workingman, lady?"
A very unpleasant-looking person, Mr. c.o.c.k-eye Flinks. Oh, a peculiarly unpleasant-looking person to be a model son and a loving husband and a tender father. Margaret was filled with a vague alarm.
But she was brave, was Margaret. "No," said she, very decidedly, "I shan"t give you another cent. So you climb right over that wall and go straight back where you belong."
The methods of Mr. Flinks, I regret to say, were somewhat more crude than those of Mesdames Haggage and Saumarez and Messieurs Kennaston and Jukesbury.
"Cheese it!" said Mr. Flinks, and flung away his staff and drew very near to her. "Gimme that money, do you hear!"
"Don"t you dare touch me!" she panted; "ah, don"t you _dare_!"
"Aw, h.e.l.l!" said Mr. Flinks, disgustedly, and his dirty hands were upon her, and his foul breath reeked in her face.
In her hour of need Margaret"s heart spoke.
"Billy!" she wailed; "oh, Billy, _Billy_!"
He came to her--just as he would have scaled Heaven to come to her, just as he would have come to her in the nethermost pit of h.e.l.l if she had called. Ah, yes, Billy Woods came to her now in her peril, and I don"t think that Mr. Flinks particularly relished the look upon Billy"s face as he ran through the gardens, for Billy was furiously moved.
c.o.c.k-eye Flinks glanced back at the wall behind him. Ten feet high, and the fellow ain"t far off. c.o.c.k-eye Flinks caught up his staff, and as Billy closed upon him, struck him full on the head. Again and again he struck him. It was a sickening business.
Billy had stopped short. For an instant he stood swaying on his feet, a puzzled face showing under the trickling blood. Then he flung out his hands a little, and they flapped loosely at the wrists, like wet clothes hung in the wind to dry, and Billy seemed to crumple up suddenly, and slid down upon the gra.s.s in an untidy heap.
"Ah-h-h!" said Mr. Flinks. He drew back and stared stupidly at that sprawling flesh which just now had been a man, and was seized with uncontrollable shuddering. "Ah-h-h!" said Mr. Flinks, very quietly.
And Margaret went mad. The earth and the sky dissolved in many floating specks and then went red--red like that heap yonder. The veneer of civilisation peeled, fell from her like snow from a shaken garment. The primal beast woke and flicked aside the centuries" work.
She was the Cave-woman who had seen the death of her mate--the brute who had been robbed of her mate.
"d.a.m.n you! _d.a.m.n_ you!" she screamed, her voice high, flat, quite unhuman; "ah, G.o.d in Heaven d.a.m.n you!" With inarticulate b.e.s.t.i.a.l cries she fell upon the man who had killed Billy, and her violet fripperies fluttered, her impotent little hands beat at him, tore at him. She was fearless, shameless, insane. She only knew that Billy was dead.
With an oath the man flung her from him and turned on his heel. She fell to coaxing the heap in the gra.s.s to tell her that he forgave her--to open his eyes--to stop b.l.o.o.d.ying her dress--to come to luncheon...
A fly settled on Billy"s face and came in his zig-zag course to the red stream trickling from his nostrils, and stopped short. She brushed the carrion thing away, but it crawled back drunkenly. She touched it with her finger, and the fly would not move. On a sudden, every nerve in her body began to shake and jerk like a flag snapping in the wind.
XXVI
Some ten minutes afterward, as the members of the house-party sat chatting on the terrace before Selwoode, there came among them a mad woman in violet trappings that were splotched with blood.
"Did you know that Billy was dead?" she queried, smilingly. "Oh, yes, a man killed Billy just now. Wasn"t it too bad? Billy was such a nice boy, you know. I--I think it"s very sad. I think it"s the saddest thing I ever knew of in my life."
Kathleen Saumarez was the first to reach her. But she drew back quickly.
"No, ah, no!" she said, with a little shudder. "You didn"t love Billy.
He loved you, and you didn"t love him. Oh, Kathleen, Kathleen, how _could_ you help loving Billy? He was such a nice boy. I--I"m rather sorry he"s dead."
Then she stood silent, picking at her dress thoughtfully and still smiling. Afterward, for the first and only time in history, Miss Hugonin fainted--fainted with an anxious smile.
Petheridge Jukesbury caught her as she fell, and began to blubber like a whipped schoolboy as he stood there holding her in his arms.
XXVII
But Billy was not dead. There was still a feeble, jerky fluttering in his big chest when Colonel Hugonin found him. His heart still moved, but under the Colonel"s hand its stirrings were vague and aimless as those of a captive b.u.t.terfly.
The Colonel had seen dead men and dying men before this; and as he bent over the boy he loved he gave a convulsive sob, and afterward buried his face in his hands.
Then--of all unlikely persons in the world--it was Petheridge Jukesbury who rose to meet the occasion.
His suavity and blandness forgotten in the presence of death, he mounted with confident alacrity to heights of greatness. Masterfully, he overrode them all. He poured brandy between Billy"s teeth. Then he ordered the ladies off to bed, and recommended to Mr. Kennaston--when that gentleman spoke of a clergyman--a far more startling destination.
For, "It is far from my intention," said Mr.
Jukesbury, "to appear lacking in respect to the cloth, but--er--just at present I am inclined to think we are in somewhat greater need of a mattress and a doctor and--ah--the exercise of a little common-sense.
The gentleman is--er--let us hope, in no immediate danger."
"How dare you suggest such a thing, sir?" thundered Petheridge Jukesbury. "Didn"t you see that poor girl"s face? I tell you I"ll be d.a.m.ned if he dies, sir!"
And I fancy the recording angel heard him, and against a list of wordy cheats registered that oath to his credit.
It was Petheridge Jukesbury, then, who stalked into Mrs. Haggage"s apartments and appropriated her mattress as the first at hand, and afterward waddled through the gardens bearing it on his fat shoulders, and still later lifted Billy upon it as gently as a woman could have.
But it was the hatless Colonel on his favourite Black Bess ("d.a.m.n your motor-cars!" the Colonel was wont to say; "I consider my appearance sufficiently unprepossessing already, sir, without my arriving in Heaven in fragments and stinking of gasoline!") who in Fairhaven town, some quarter of an hour afterward, leaped Dr. Jeal"s garden fence, and subsequently bundled the doctor into his gig; and again yet later it was the Colonel who stood fuming upon the terrace with Dr. Jeal on his way to Selwoode indeed, but still some four miles from the mansion toward which he was urging his staid horse at its liveliest gait.
Kennaston tried to soothe him. But the Colonel clamoured to the heavens. Kennaston he qualified in various ways. And as for Dr. Jeal, he would hold him responsible--"personally, sir"--for the consequences of his dawdling in this fashion--"Damme, sir, like a d.a.m.n" snail with a wooden leg!"
"I am afraid," said Kennaston, gravely, "that the doctor will be of very little use when he does arrive."
There was that in his face which made the Colonel pause in his objurgations.
"Sir," said the Colonel, "what--do--you--mean?" He found articulation somewhat difficult.
"In your absence," Kennaston answered, "Mr. Jukesbury, who it appears knows something of medicine, has subjected Mr. Woods to an examination. It--it would be unkind to deceive you----"
"Come to the point, sir," the Colonel interrupted him. "What--do you--mean?"