"No," said Leila petulantly. "Tell Mullins to say that I can not see anybody," and catching a glimpse of the shadowy Mullins dodging about the dusky corridor: "What is the matter? Is Mr. Mortimer ill?"
But Mullins could not say what the matter might be, and he went away, only to return in a few moments bearing a scratchy note from his master, badly blotted and still wet; and Leila, with a shrug of resignation, took the blotched scrawl daintily between thumb and forefinger and unfolded it. Behind her, the maid, twisting up the ma.s.ses of dark, fragrant hair, read the note very easily over her mistress" shoulder. It ran, without preliminaries:
"I"m going to talk to you, whether you like it or not. Do you understand that? If you want to know what"s the matter with me you"ll find out fast enough. Fire that French girl out before I arrive."
She closed the note thoughtfully, folding and double-folding it into a thick wad. The ink had come off, discolouring her finger-tips; she dropped the soiled paper on the floor, and held out her hands, plump fingers spread. And when the maid had finished removing the stains and had repolished the pretty hands, her mistress sipped her chocolate thoughtfully, nibbled a bit of dry toast, then motioned the maid to take the tray and her departure, leaving her the cup.
A few minutes later Mortimer came in, stood a moment blinking around the room, then dropped into a seat, sullen, inert, the folds of his chin crowded out on his collar, his heavy abdomen cradled on his short, thick legs. He had been freshly shaved; linen and clothing were spotless, yet the man looked unclean.
Save for the network of purple veins in his face, there was no colour there, none in his lips; even his flabby hands were the hue of clay.
"Are you ill?" asked his wife coolly.
"No, not very. I"ve got the jumps. What"s that? Tea? Ugh! it"s chocolate. Push it out of sight, will you? I can smell it."
Leila set the delicate cup on a table behind her.
"What time did you return this morning?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"I don"t know; about five or six. How the devil should I know what time I came in?"
Sitting there before the mirror of her dresser she stole a second glance at his marred features in the gla.s.s. The loose mouth, the smeared eyes, the palsy-like tremors that twitched the hands where they tightened on the arms of his chair, became repulsive to the verge of fascination. She tried to look away, but could not.
"You had better see Dr. Grisby," she managed to say.
"I"d better see you; that"s what I"d better do," he retorted thickly.
"You"ll do all the doctoring I want. And I want it, all right."
"Very well. What is it?"
He pa.s.sed his swollen hand across his forehead.
"What is it?" he repeated. "It"s the limit, this time, if you want to know. I"m all in."
"Roulette?" raising her eyebrows without interest
"Yes, roulette, too. Everything! They got me upstairs at Burbank"s.
The game"s crooked! Every box, every case, every wheel, every pack is crooked! crooked! crooked, by G.o.d!" he burst out in a fever, struggling to sit upright, his hands always tightening on the arms of the chair.
"It"s nothing but a creeping joint, run by a bunch of hand-shakers!
I--I"ll--"
Stuttering, choking, stammering imprecations, his hoa.r.s.e clamour died away after a while. She sat there, head bent, silent, impa.s.sive, acquiescent under the physical and mental strain to which she had never become thoroughly hardened. How many such scenes had she witnessed! She could not count them. They differed very little in detail, and not at all in their ultimate object, which was to get what money she had. This was his method of reimbursing himself for his losses.
He made an end to his outburst after a while. Only his dreadful fat breathing now filled the silence; and supposing he had finished, she found her voice with an effort:
"I am sorry. It comes at a bad time, as you know--"
"A bad time!" he broke out violently. "How can it come at any other sort of time? With us, all times are bad. If this is worse than the average it can"t be helped. We are in it for keeps this time!"
"We?"
"Yes, we!" he repeated; but his face had grown ghastly, and his uncertain eyes were fastened on her"s in the mirror.
"What do you mean--exactly?" she asked, turning from the dresser to confront him.
He made no effort to answer; an expression of dull fright was growing on his visage, as though for the first time he had begun to realise what had happened.
She saw it, and her heart quickened, but she spoke disdainfully: "Well, I am ready to listen--as usual. How much do you want?"
He made no sign; his lower lip hung loose; his eyes blinked at her.
"What is it?" she repeated. "What have you been doing? How much have you lost? You can"t have lost very much; we hadn"t much to lose. If you have given your note to any of those gamblers, it is a shame--a shame! Leroy, look at me! You promised me, on your honour, never to do that again.
Have you lied, after all the times I have helped you out, stripped myself, denied myself, put off tradesmen, faced down creditors? After all I have done, do you dare come here and ask for more--ask for what I have not got--with not one bill settled, not one servant paid since December--"
"Leila, I--I"ve got--to tell you--"
"What?" she demanded, appalled by the change in his face. If he was overdoing it, he was overdoing it realistically enough.
"I--I"ve used Plank"s cheque!" he mumbled, and moistened his lips with his tongue.
She stared back at him, striving to comprehend. "Plank"s!" she repeated slowly, "Plank"s cheque? What cheque? What do you mean?"
"The one he gave you last night. I"ve used that. Now you know!"
"The one he--But you couldn"t! How could you? It was not filled in."
"I filled it."
Her dawning horror was reacting on him, as it always did, like a fierce tonic; and his own courage came back in a sort of sullen desperation.
"You You are trying to frighten me, Leroy," she stammered. "You are trying to make me do something--give you what you want--force me to give you what you want! You can"t frighten me. The cheque was made out to me--to my order. How could you have used it, if I had not indorsed it?"
"I indorsed it. Do you understand that!" he said savagely.
"No, I don"t; because, if you did, it"s forgery."
"I don"t give a d.a.m.n what you think it is!" he broke in fiercely. "All I"m worried over is what Plank will think. I didn"t mean to do it; I didn"t dream of doing it; but when Burbank cleaned me up I fished about, and that cursed cheque came tumbling out!"
In the rising excitement of self-defence the colour was coming back into his battered face; he sat up straighter in his chair, and, grasping the upholstered arms, leaned forward, speaking more distinctly and with increasing vigour and anger:
"When I saw that cheque in my hands I thought I"d use it temporarily--merely as moral collateral to flash at Burbank--something to back my I. O. U."s. So I filled it in."
"For how much?" she asked, not daring to believe him; but he ignored the question and went on: "I filled it and indorsed it, and--"
"How could you indorse it?" she interrupted coolly, now unconvinced again and suspicious.
"I"ll tell you if you"ll stop that fool tongue a moment. The cheque was made to "L. Mortimer," wasn"t it? So I wrote "L. Mortimer" on the back.
Now do you know? If you are L. Mortimer, so am I. Leila begins with L; so does Leroy, doesn"t it? I didn"t imitate your two-words-to-a-page autograph. I put my own fist to a cheque made out to one L. Mortimer; and I don"t care what you think about it as long as Plank can stand it.