"Now you shall see how little he really had to go upon."
"And yet," she murmured, "it seemed overwhelming. I can scarcely believe even now that the danger is past."
"Wait till you hear my story," he said with a rea.s.suring smile.
They had entered the enclosed path, called Church Walk, and pa.s.sing the branch which led to the drive, kept on between the tall laurel hedges.
"We shall be quite undisturbed here," the girl said. "d.i.c.k is sure to turn off and go in by the drive. Now, Mr. Gifford, do trust me and tell me everything."
"I hope it is not necessary to talk of trust between us," he replied, with as much tenderness as his chivalry permitted.
"No; forgive me; I hope not," she responded quietly. "Now please tell me, Mr. Gifford, what I am longing to hear."
"You will remember," Gifford began, as they slowly paced the moon-lit path, "that on the evening I came down here my suitcase containing my evening clothes had gone astray on the railway. There was no chance of its turning up at the hotel before ten o"clock, and I was therefore prevented from appearing at the dance till quite late. Naturally I would not hear of Kelson waiting for me, which like the good-natured fellow he is, he proposed to do; he therefore went off in good time."
"Yes; I remember he arrived quite early," Edith Morriston murmured.
"Clement Henshaw," Gifford proceeded, "left the hotel about the same time. They must have reached your house within a few minutes of one another."
As he paused, his companion looked round at him inquiringly. "Yes," she said, with a certain suggestion of reticence; "I remember that too."
Gifford continued. "Having seen Kelson off, I went up to our sitting-room to wait till my kit should arrive. I was very keen on seeing again the old place where in my young days I used to spend such happy months, and my enforced waiting soon became almost intolerable boredom. The result was that I got a fit of the fidgets; I could not settle down to read, and at last, having still an hour to spare, I resolved in my restlessness to stroll out and take a preliminary look from outside at what was practically my old home."
"Yes." There was a catch of growing excitement in Edith Morriston"s voice, which was scarcely above a whisper.
"The wind was sharp that night, as we all know," Gifford went on, "and forbade loitering. A smart walk of fifteen or twenty minutes brought me here, knowing as I did every path and short cut across the park. The old familiar house looked picturesque enough with its many lighted windows and every sign of gaiety. Keeping away from the front entrance where carriages were constantly driving up and a good many people were about, I went round to the other side, avoiding the stables and pa.s.sing along by the west wing. This, of course, brought me to the old tower, the scene of many a game and frolic in my young days. At its foot I stood for a while recalling memories of the past. In the mere idleness of affectionate remembrance I went up to the garden door of the tower and mechanically turned the handle. It was unlocked.
"I hardly know what made me go in; an impulse to stand again in those once familiar surroundings. It was fascinating to be in the old tower which the dim light showed me was just as I had last seen it more than a dozen years ago. The past came vividly back to me, and I stood there for a while indulging in a reverie of old days. The a.s.sociations of the place seemed every moment to grip me more compellingly. The tower seemed quiet and altogether deserted; all I could hear was the dance-music away in the hall. There could be no risk, I thought, of being seen if I went up to the floor above: and I quietly ascended the stairs to the first landing.
The narrow pa.s.sage leading to the hall was lighted up with sconces; at its farther end I could see the movement of the dancers. The band was playing a favourite waltz of mine, and I stayed there rather enjoying the music and the sight from my safe retreat.
"It did not seem likely that any one would be coming to the tower, and I resolved, foolishly enough, for, of course, I was in my travelling suit, to wander up to the next floor and take a look at the room which held a rather sentimental a.s.sociation for me. It was a stupid thing to do as I was there in, for the moment, a rather questionable situation, still I felt pretty secure from being noticed, and went up warily to the next floor.
"There I found the room considerably altered from my recollection of it, especially as it was arranged as a sitting-out room, but no one was there, nor were there any signs of its having been used, which from its rather secluded position, was natural enough.
"Having given a reminiscent look round I concluded that it would be best to make a retreat, especially as there would be ample opportunity later in the evening for me to visit it again. I turned and went to the door.
On reaching the stairs I heard to my great annoyance the sounds of persons coming up and the subdued tones of a man"s voice, I realized that I was caught, and my one chance of escape was to retreat up the topmost flight of stairs and wait in the darkness till the couple had gone into the room I had just quitted.
"Accordingly I turned and went up the remaining flight on tip-toe, two stairs at a time, waiting beyond the turn in hiding till the coast should be clear.
"The couple had now reached the landing below and, so far as I could tell, went into the room. I was just about to make a quick descent, hoping to get past that and other awkward points unnoticed, when to my dismay I became aware that the people whom I had thought safely settled in the room below had come out and were beginning to mount the topmost flight of stairs. This was indeed a most awkward predicament for me, and I debated for a moment whether my best course would not be to go boldly down the stairs and pa.s.s them, rather than retreat to the top room. If I had chosen the former course how differently things might have turned out; at any rate, for better or worse, the situation as it exists to-day might have presented itself in quite another form."
Edith Morriston glanced quickly at Gifford as he uttered the reflection.
She seemed about to speak, but checked the impulse, and he continued:
"Treading noiselessly, I bolted up the remaining stairs and went into the dark room at the top. At the door, which stood open, I stopped and listened. To my intense vexation, for the situation was becoming decidedly unpleasant, the pair were still coming up. In silence now, but I could hear their approaching footsteps and the rustle of the lady"s dress. Unfortunately, there was no corner on the top landing where I could stand hidden, so I was forced to draw back into the room.
"Happily it had been so familiar to me from childhood that I could find my way about it in the dark. I well remembered the little inner room formed by the bartizan of the tower, and into this I tip-toed, feeling horribly guilty. If only I had not been in that suspicious brown suit! In evening clothes there would, of course, have been no necessity for this surrept.i.tious retreat. I devoutly hoped that the two were merely bent on exploring the place and that the darkness of the old lumber-room would quickly satisfy their curiosity and send them down again. I heard them come into the room, the man speaking in a tone so low that the words were indistinguishable from where I stood; and then the sound of the door being shut struck my ear unpleasantly.
"Then the man spoke in a more audible voice, a voice which in a flash I recognized as Henshaw"s. And his first words caught my attention with an unpleasant grip."
CHAPTER XXI
GIFFORD CONTINUES HIS STORY
""Failing to get the regular invitation I had a right to expect, I have had to take this mode of seeing you," I just caught the words in Henshaw"s metallic, rather penetrating voice.
"The lady"s reply was given in a tone so low that at the distance I stood the words were indistinguishable.
""Unmanly?" he exclaimed, evidently taking up her word. "I don"t admit that for a moment. You know how we stand to one another and what my feelings are towards you. It is no use for you to try to ignore them or me. I won"t stand being treated like this. There is no reason why my advances should be repulsed as though they were an insult."
"I caught the last words of the lady"s reply: "--good reason, and you know it."
"It was more than clear to me now that I was to be the witness of a very hateful piece of business. The man"s tone, even more than his words, made my blood boil, and I began to congratulate myself on being thus accidentally in a position to protect, if need be, the girl whom this fellow was evidently bullying. With the utmost care I crept nearer to the small curtained arch which admitted to the larger room. The pitch darkness of the little turret chamber in which I stood made me feel quite safe from observation. And I had no qualms now about eavesdropping; the situation surely justified it.
"I went forward till I could get a sight round the arch of the two persons in the room. They were standing near the window at some distance from me. In the obscurity, not quite as impenetrable as that out of which I looked, I could distinguish the tall figure of the girl in a dark ball-dress, and facing her, towards me, the big form of Henshaw."
"You had no idea who the lady was?" Edith Morriston interrupted him to ask.
"Naturally not the vaguest," Gifford answered. "When I had gone as far as was safe, I set myself to listen again.
""I don"t know what your game is or whether you think you can play the fool with me," Henshaw was saying in an ugly tone. "But I warn you not to try it; I am not a man to be fooled. Now let us be friends again," he added in a softer tone.
"It seemed as though he put out his hand for a caress, for the girl started back and I heard her say "Never!"
""Folly!" he exclaimed. Then took a step forward. "You are in love with another man?" he demanded. I could hear the hiss of the question.
""If I were I should not tell you," was the defiant reply in a low voice.
""You would not?" he snapped viciously. "Let me tell you this, then. You shall never marry another man while I live. I hold the bar to that, as you will find."
""You mean to act like a cad?" I heard the girl say.
""I mean to act," he retorted, "like a sensible man who has a fair advantage and means, in spite of your caprice, to keep it."
""Fair?" the girl echoed in scorn.
""Yes, fair," Henshaw insisted with some heat. "I saved you from a scandal that would have ruined you, and it was natural I should ask my reward. But your notions of grat.i.tude, which had led me on to love you, soon evaporated; but I am not so easily dismissed."
""You mean to continue your cowardly persecution?" There was a tremor in the girl"s voice that made me long to get at the man.
""I mean to marry you," he retorted. "Or at least--"
""Don"t touch me!" she said hoa.r.s.ely as he approached her.
""You are coming away with me to-night," he insisted. "You need not pretend to be horrified. It won"t be your first nocturnal adventure, and I have waited quite long enough."