Loring obeyed, and took his despatch. It was from Harry Dennison, and he read it aloud.
"Can you come up? News from Frankfort."
"I must go," said Tom.
"Oh, yes. If you"re not there, Mr. Ruston will do something dreadful, won"t he? I should like to come too. News from Frankfort would be more interesting than views from Mr. Belford."
They parted without any approach towards a reconciliation. Tom was hopelessly sulky, Adela persistently flippant. The shadow of Omof.a.ga lay heavy on Lady Valentine"s party, and still shrouded Tom Loring on his way to town.
The important despatch from Frankfort had come in cipher, and when Tom arrived in Curzon Street, he found Mr. Carlin, who had been sent for to read it, just leaving the house. The men nodded to one another, and Carlin hastily exclaimed,
"You must rea.s.sure Dennison! You can do it!" and leapt into a hansom.
Tom smiled. If the progress of Omof.a.ga depended on encouragement from him, Omof.a.ga would remain in primitive barbarism, though missionaries fell thick as the leaves in autumn.
Harry Dennison was walking up and down the library; his hair was roughened and his appearance indicative of much unrest; his wife sat in an armchair, looking at him and listening to Lord Semingham, who, poising a cigarette between his fingers, was putting, or trying to put, a meaning to Ruston"s message.
"Position critical. Must act at once. Will you give me a free hand? If not, wire how far I may go."
That was how it ran when faithfully interpreted by Mr. Carlin.
"You see," observed Lord Semingham, "it"s clearly a matter of money."
Tom nodded.
"Of course it is," said he; "it"s not likely to be a question of anything else."
"Therefore the Germans have something worth paying for," continued Semingham.
"Well," amended Tom, "something Ruston thinks it worth his while to pay for, anyhow."
"That is to say they have treaties touching, or purporting to touch, Omof.a.ga."
"And," added Harry Dennison, who did not lack a certain business shrewdness, "probably their Government behind them to some extent."
Tom flung himself into a chair.
"The thing"s monstrous," he p.r.o.nounced. "Semingham and you, Dennison, are, besides himself--and he"s got nothing--the only people responsible up to now. And he asks you to give him an unlimited credit without giving you a word of information! It"s the coolest thing I ever heard of in all my life."
"Of course he means the Company to pay in the end," Semingham reminded the hostile critic.
"Time enough to talk of the Company when we see it," retorted Tom, with an aggressive scepticism.
"Position critical! Hum. I suppose their treaties must be worth something," pursued Semingham. "Dennison, I can"t be drained dry over this job."
Harry Dennison shook his head in a puzzled fashion.
"Carlin says it"s all right," he remarked.
"Of course he does!" exclaimed Tom impatiently. "Two and two make five for him if Ruston says they do."
"Well, Tom, what"s your advice?" asked Semingham.
"You must tell him to do nothing till he"s seen you, or at least sent you full details of the position."
The two men nodded. Mrs. Dennison rose from her chair, walked to the window, and stood looking out.
"Loring just confirms what I thought," said Semingham.
"He says he must act at once," Harry reminded them; he was still wavering, and, as he spoke, he glanced uneasily at his wife; but there was nothing to show that she even heard the conversation.
"Oh, he hates referring to anybody," said Tom. "He"s to have a free hand, and you"re to pay the bill. That"s his programme, and a very pretty one it is--for him."
Tom"s _animus_ was apparent, and Lord Semingham laughed gently.
"Still, you"re right in substance," he conceded when the laugh was ended, and as he spoke he drew a sheet of notepaper towards him and took up a pen.
"We"d better settle just what to say," he observed. "Carlin will be back in half an hour, and we promised to have it ready for him. What you suggest seems all right, Loring."
Tom nodded. Harry Dennison stood stock still for an instant and then said, with a sigh,
"I suppose so. He"ll be furious--and I hope to G.o.d we shan"t lose the whole thing."
Lord Semingham"s pen-point was in actual touch with the paper before him, when Mrs. Dennison suddenly turned round and faced them. She rested one hand on the window-sash, and held the other up in a gesture which demanded attention.
"Are you really going to back out now?" she asked in a very quiet voice, but with an intonation of contempt that made all the three men raise their heads with the jerk of startled surprise. Lord Semingham checked the movement of his pen, and leant back in his chair, looking at her.
Her face was a little flushed and she was breathing quickly.
"My dear," said Harry Dennison very apologetically, "do you think you quite understand----?"
But Tom Loring"s patience was exhausted. His interview with Adela left him little reserve of toleration; and the discovery of another and even worse case of Rustomania utterly overpowered his discretion.
"Mrs. Dennison," he said, "wants us to deliver ourselves, bound hand and foot, to this fellow."
"Well, and if I do?" she demanded, turning on him. "Can"t you even follow, when you"ve found a man who can lead?"
And then, conscious perhaps of having been goaded to an excess of warmth by Tom"s open scorn, she turned her face away.
"Lead, yes! Lead us to ruin!" exclaimed Tom.
"You won"t be ruined, anyhow," she retorted quickly, facing round on him again, reckless in her anger how she might wound him.
"Tom"s anxious for us, Maggie," her husband reminded her, and he laid his hand on Tom Loring"s shoulder.
Tom"s excitement was not to be soothed.
"Why are we all to be his instruments?" he demanded angrily.
"I should be proud to be," she said haughtily.