"What the devil does he mean?" demanded Tressilvain, peering sideways at his wife.
"I don"t exactly know," she said thoughtfully, sorting the cards. She added: "If we play to-morrow you stick to signals; do you understand?
And keep your ring and your fingers off the cards until I can make up my mind about my brother. You"re a fool to drink American whisky the way you did yesterday. Mr. Portlaw noticed the roughness on the aces; you p.r.i.c.ked them too deep. You"d better keep your wits about you, I can tell you. I"m a Yankee myself."
"Right--O! But I say, Helen, I"m d.a.m.ned if I make out that brother of yours. Doesn"t he live in the same house as his wife?"
Lady Tressilvain sat listening to the uproar from the dogs as Malcourt left the garden. But this time the outbreak was only a noisy welcome; and Malcourt, on excellent terms with himself, patted every sleek, wet head thrust up for caresses and walked gaily on through the driving rain.
The rain continued the following day. Piloted by Malcourt, the Tressilvains, thickly shod and water-proofed, tramped about with rod and creel and returned for luncheon where their blunt criticisms on the fishing aroused Portlaw"s implacable resentment. For they sneered at the trout, calling them "char," patronised the rather scanty pheasantry, commented on the kennels, stables, and gardens in a manner that brought the red into Portlaw"s face and left him silent while luncheon lasted.
After luncheon Tressilvain tried the billiards, but found the game inferior to the English game. So he burrowed into a box of cigars, established himself before the fire with all the newspapers, deploring the fact that the papers were not worth reading.
Lady Tressilvain cornered Shiela and badgered her and stared at her until she dared not lift her hot face or open her lips lest the pent resentment escape; Portlaw smoked a pipe--a sure indication of smouldering wrath; Malcourt, at a desk, blew clouds of smoke from his cigarette and smilingly continued writing to his attorney:
"This is the general idea for the doc.u.ment, and it"s up to you to fix it up and make it legal, and have it ready for me when I come to town.
"1st. I want to leave all my property to a Miss Dorothy or Dolly Wilming; and I want you to sell off everything after my death and invest the proceeds for her because it"s all she"ll have to live on except what she gets by her own endeavours. This, in case I suddenly snuff out.
"2d. I want to leave my English riding-crop, spurs, bridle, and saddle to a Miss Virginia Suydam. Fix it legally.
"3d. Here is a list of eighteen ladies. Each is to have one of my eighteen Chinese G.o.ds.
"4th. To my wife I leave the nineteenth G.o.d. Mr. Hamil has it in his possession. I have no right to dispose of it, but he will have some day.
"5th. To John Garret Hamil, 3d, I leave my volume of Jean DuMont, the same being an essay on Friendship.
"6th. To my friend, William Van Bueren Portlaw, I leave my dogs, rods, and guns with a recommendation that he use them and his legs.
"7th. To my sister, Lady Tressilvain, I leave my book of comic Bridge rules, and to her husband a volume of Methodist hymns.
"I"ll be in town again, shortly, and expect you to have my will ready to be signed and witnessed. One ought always to be prepared, particularly when in excellent health.
"Yours sincerely, "LOUIS MALCOURT."
"P.S. I enclose a check for the Greenlawn Cemetery people. I wish you"d see that they keep the hedge properly trimmed around my father"s plot and renew the dead sod where needed. I noticed that one of the trees was also dead. Have them put in another and keep the flowers in good shape. I don"t want anything dead around that lot.
"L.M."
When he had sealed and directed his letter he looked around the silent room. Shiela was sewing by the window. Portlaw, back to the fire, stood staring out at the rain; Lady Tressilvain, a cigarette between her thin lips, wandered through the work-shop and loading-room where, from hooks in the ceiling, a thicket of split-cane rod-joints hung, each suspended by a single strong thread.
The loading-room was lined with gla.s.s-faced cases containing fowling-pieces, rifles, reels, and the inevitable cutlery and ironmongery a.s.sociated with utensils for the murder of wild creatures.
Tressilvain sat at the loading-table to which he was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g a delicate vise to hold hooks; for Malcourt had given him a lesson in fly-tying, and he meant to dress a dozen to try on Painted Creek.
So he sorted snell and hook and explored the tin trunk for hackles, silks, and feathers, up to his bony wrists in the fluffy heap of brilliant plumage, burrowing, busy as a burying beetle under a dead bird.
Malcourt dropped his letter into the post-box, glanced uncertainly in the direction of his wife, but as she did not lift her head from her sewing, turned with a shrug and crossed the floor to where Portlaw stood scowling and sucking at his empty pipe.
"Look at that horrid little brother-in-law of mine with his ferret eyes and fox face, fussing around those feathers--as though he had just caught and eaten the bird that wore them!"
Portlaw continued to scowl.
"Suppose we take them on at cards," suggested Malcourt.
"No, thanks."
"Why not?"
"They"ve taken a thousand out of me already."
Malcourt said quietly: "You"ve never before given such a reason for discontinuing card-playing. What"s your real reason?"
Portlaw was silent.
"Did you quit a thousand to the bad, Billy?"
"Yes, I did."
"Then why not get it back?"
"I don"t care to play," said Portlaw shortly.
The eyes of the two men met.
"Are you, by any chance, afraid of our fox-faced guest?" asked Malcourt suavely.
"I don"t care to give any reason, I tell you."
"That"s serious; as there could be only one reason. Did you think you noticed--anything?"
"I don"t know what I think.... I"ve half a mind to stop payment on that check--if that enlightens you any."
"There"s an easier way," said Malcourt coolly. "You know how it is in sparring? You forecast what your opponent is going to do and you stop him before he does it."
"I"m not _certain_ that he--did it," muttered Portlaw. "I can"t afford to make a mistake by kicking out your brother-in-law."
"Oh, don"t mind me--"
"I wouldn"t if I were sure.... I wish I had that thousand back; it drives me crazy to think of losing it--in that way--"
"Oh; then you feel reasonably sure--"
"No, confound it.... The backs of the aces were slightly rough--but I can scarcely believe--"
"Have you a magnifying gla.s.s?"
The pack has disappeared.... I meant to try that."
"My dear fellow," said Malcourt calmly, "it wouldn"t surprise me in the slightest to learn that Tressilvain is a blackguard. It"s easy enough to get your thousand back. Shall we?"