There was authority in the announcement. Mrs. Briggs was not without considerable strength of character, and she knew how to keep her head in an emergency.
Olga looked at Nick.
"I should wait if I were you," he counselled. "She is sure to want you later on."
She nodded silently, and bent over Cork. The strain of the past few hours was beginning to tell upon her. Her tears fell unrestrained upon the great dog"s head.
Nick strolled away to the head of the stairs, and stood there like a sentinel, searching the blurred expanse of sea through the open window with alert, restless eyes.
Several minutes pa.s.sed; then there came the sound of the key turning in the lock. Olga stood up hastily, dashing away her tears. Mrs. Briggs"s head appeared in the aperture.
"Miss Olga," she said in a strenuous whisper, "Miss Violet would like to speak to you if so be as you"re alone. But she won"t have anyone else."
"There is only Captain Ratcliffe here," said Olga.
"Then p"raps he"ll be good enough to wait outside," said Mrs. Briggs, with the air of a general issuing his orders. "You can come in, Miss Olga, and for pity"s sake soothe the pore dear as much as you can. She"s well-nigh wore herself out."
Olga glanced round for Nick, and found him at her side.
"Look here, Olga," he said, speaking in a rapid whisper, "you are not to lock that door. Understand? I say it!"
She hesitated. "But if------"
"I won"t have it done," he said. "You must pretend to lock it. Mind, if I find that door locked, I shall have it forced, and take you away."
"But she may ask me, Nick," Olga objected.
"If she does, you must lie to her," he said inexorably.
Olga abandoned the discussion somewhat reluctantly, antic.i.p.ating difficulties.
He laid his hand for an instant on her arm as she prepared to enter.
"You understand I am in earnest, don"t you?" he said.
She looked into his queer, yellow face with a feeling that was almost awe as she answered meekly. "Yes, Nick."
"And don"t forget it," he said, as he let her go.
CHAPTER XXI
ON THE BRINK
"Is that you, Allegro? There is no one with you?"
Violet raised herself from her pillows, turning a haggard face to meet her friend. She looked as if years had pa.s.sed over her. Her great eyes shone out of dark circles. They looked beyond Olga in evident apprehension.
"It"s only me, darling," said Olga, going swiftly to her.
Feverish hands caught and held her. "Goodness, child! How cold you are!"
exclaimed Violet. "Mrs. Briggs, I can do without you now. You had better go and look after Briggs." She broke into a brief laugh. "He always gets up to mischief as soon as your back is turned."
"He can very well look after "imself," said Mrs. Briggs austerely. "And I"m not a-goin" to leave you like this, my dearie. But I"ll tell you what I will do. I"ll go down to the kitchen and make them lazy hussies stir themselves and get you a meal of some sort."
In the days when Mrs. Briggs had been Violet"s nurse she had reigned supreme in the Priory kitchen, and she still regarded it as an outlying portion of her dominions.
Violet leaned back upon her pillows with exhaustion written plainly on her pale face. "Oh, do as you like, Nanny! But I don"t want anything.
I"ve got my cigarettes."
Mrs. Briggs grunted, and turned to go. The patient Cork here seized the opportunity to a.s.sert himself, and gently but firmly pressed into the room.
"Drat the dog!" said Mrs. Briggs.
"Leave him alone!" Violet commanded. "He knows how to take care of me."
As Cork was fully determined to enter, no effort on Mrs. Briggs"s part would have availed to stop him, and Mrs. Briggs, realizing this, sniffed and departed.
The huge animal lay down by the foot of the bed and heaved a sigh of satisfaction as he dropped his nose upon his paws.
And then Violet turned her face to Olga, sitting on the bed, and whispered, "Does he know?"
"Who?" whispered back Olga.
"Max, of course! Who else?"
Olga hesitated. Violet"s hands were gripping her very tightly. "Know what, dear?" she said at last.
A quick frown drew Violet"s forehead. "Oh, you know what I mean. Does he know about my going mad? Have you told him?"
"My dearest,"--keen distress rang in Olga"s voice--"don"t--don"t talk like that! You"re not mad! You"re not mad!"
Violet"s frown changed into a very strange smile. "Oh yes, but I am,"
she said. "I"ve been mad for some time now. It"s been gradually coming on, but to-day--to-day it is moving faster--much faster." Her low voice quickened. "I haven"t much sanity left, Allegro. I can feel it slipping from me inch by inch like a paid-out rope. Only enough left now to know that I am mad. When I don"t know that any longer, I shall have lost it all."
"Dearest! Dearest!" moaned Olga. "Won"t you try to forget it--try to think of other things for a little?"
Violet continued as if she had not heard her. "You know, it"s curious that it never occurred to me before. I"ve had such queer sensations--all sorts of funny things going on inside me. It began like a curious thirst--a very horrible sort of craving, Allegro. That was what made me take to those cigarettes. I never felt it when I was smoking them. They made me so deliriously sleepy. It was terrible when--he--took them away. I felt as if he had pushed me over a deep abyss. I really can"t do without them. They make me float when I"m going to sink."
She paused, and pa.s.sed a weary hand across her brow. "Why have I been crying so, Allegro? I hardly ever cry. Was I sorry for someone? Was it my mother? Fancy her doing--that!" The heavy eyes grew suddenly wide and bright. "I wonder if she would have killed me too if she had lived. I know exactly what made her do it. I should have done it myself--yes, and revelled in it. Can"t you imagine it? The night and the darkness, and oneself lying there pretending to be asleep and waiting--waiting--for the man one hated." Suddenly the wide eyes glowed red. "Think of it--think of it, Allegro!--how one would feel for the point of the knife when one heard his step, and hide it away under the pillow when at last he came in. How one"s flesh would creep when he lay down! How one"s ears would shout and clamour while one waited for him to sleep! And then--and then--when he began to breathe slowly and one knew that he was unconscious--how inch by inch one would draw out one"s hand with the knife and raise the bedclothes, and plunge it hard and deep into his breast! Would he struggle, Allegro? Would he open his eyes to see his own life-blood spout out? Would he be frightened, or angry, or just surprised? I think he would be surprised, don"t you? He wouldn"t give his wife credit for hating him so much. Men don"t, you know. They never realize how far hatred will drive a woman until it pushes her over the edge. I think he would hardly believe his own eyes even then, unless he saw her laughing!" A burst of wild laughter broke from Violet"s lips, but she smothered it with her handkerchief.
"I mustn"t laugh," she said, "though I"m sure she did. And I want to talk to you seriously, Allegro."
"Dear, do lie down and rest!" Olga urged her gently. "That hateful story has given you a shock. Do try and remember that there"s nothing new about it. It all happened years ago. And you are no different now than you were this morning before you heard it."
Violet leaned her head back again upon the pillows, but her eyes roved unceasingly. "But then I was mad this morning," she said, "only I didn"t know it. Do you know, I think madness is a sort of state in which people lose their souls and yet go on living. Or else the soul goes blind. I"ve thought of that too. But I think my soul has gone on. I shall go and find it presently. You must help me."