Her head lifted proudly, despite the tears in her eyes. "No fear of that, sir. I"ll never let my man down."
"That"s the way to talk. And don"t worry too much. You know the saying about night always being blackest at the hour before the dawn? If we"d only all believe that and cheer up----"
He let himself out. As he walked down the Square he tried to stroll jauntily; probably Ann was watching.
"I could do worse than live up to that advice myself," he thought. Then, "And so I will, by the Lord Harry."
IV
As he pa.s.sed through the doors into the Savoy, he consulted his watch; he was five minutes late. He halted in the middle of the foyer, gazing round. There was the usual collection of officers on leave or out of hospital, British, Overseas, American, all of them out for a good time and debonair. There were the usual rows of expectant girls, wondering whether their men had forgotten the appointment or whether the fault was theirs in mistaking the place of rendezvous. Here and there through the crowd worried and a.s.sertive literary individuals wandered, searching for invariably unpunctual publishers. As though Time pressed behind them with his scythe, hatchet-faced journalists from Fleet Street were making a bee-line for the restaurant. In contrast to this perfervid haste, self-possessed young queens of the footlights lolled with their admirers, importantly believing they were recognized. All the medley of London as it used to be, is and will be again, was there; but nowhere could Tabs descry a General"s uniform.
He went to the desk to enquire whether there was any message for him. At mention of the General his enquiry was received with marked respect.
Yes, General Braithwaite lived there. No message had been left, but he might be in his room. While they were telephoning and he was waiting, Tabs remembered and smiled at remembering. Under quite other circ.u.mstances, on a former occasion, he and Braithwaite had stayed there together. The clerk interrupted his reflections. "The General"s not in his room---- Ah, here he comes, your Lordship."
Tabs turned quickly and looked in vain at first. He did not become aware of his host till he was standing almost at his elbow. Then he held out his hand, "How are you, General? You must pardon me for not having picked you out at once. Like all of us, you look different in mufti."
"More like the old Braithwaite your Lordship used to know?" The General smiled. "Well, I have to thank that experience for this at least--that I know where to find the proper tailors. How about lunch? Are you ready?"
Against a window looking out on the Embankment, one of the best tables had been reserved--a further proof of the new esteem in which Braithwaite was held. The head-waiter hurried up immediately to advise what he should eat and pa.s.sed on his orders to subordinates with as much solemnity as if they had been the details for an offensive. "Yes, my General." "No, my General." When everything had been chosen and there was nothing to do but wait for the first dish to be served, Braithwaite leaned across to Tabs, "Your Lordship is amused. I don"t blame you."
Tabs drew out his case and offered him a cigarette. "I"ll make a bargain with you, sir. Let"s cut out the unfriendly formalities. I"ll call you Braithwaite if you"ll call me Taborley."
The General blew a puff of smoke into the air and watched it disappear before he answered. In civilian clothes he bore a more distinct resemblance to the man he had been; and yet the resemblance only served to emphasize the change that had taken place in him. The old Braithwaite had been a slight-built, gentle creature, loyal to the point of self-effacement, soft-spoken and dependent on the appreciation of a master for his happiness. The new Braithwaite both in body and character had hardened. His gray eyes had concentrated into command. His clean-shaven cheeks and small military mustache gave him an expression which was tolerantly ironic. The moment you saw him, you knew beyond question that he was ruthlessly aware of what he wanted out of life. He was a sword which had lain hidden in its scabbard and was now withdrawn, glistening, intimidating and fiercely pointed.
Tabs compared his forceful appearance with his own, where in a mirror their reflections sat facing each other. There was little to choose between them in outward gentility, despite the immense disparity of their chances. There was no fault to find; everything about Braithwaite bespoke confidence and refinement--his neatly brushed chestnut hair, his well-cut gray tweeds, his black, woven tie with the horse-shoe scarf-pin of diamonds, his fine white teeth, his trim mustache. He looked a man of iron will and unswerving decision, destined from birth to take control of crises and to shoulder responsibilities. As a last humanizing touch, there was a hint of cavalier devilment about him, of the gambler who was also a sportsman.
The puff of smoke had faded. The General"s eyes came back with a twinkle to his guest. "You"re right. Between us this "Your Lordship and General"
business would grow tiresome. I never thought the day would come when I"d call you Taborley, however. As for myself, plain Braithwaite"s a little reminiscent---- Still, we"ll consider that part of our compact settled. And now, what?"
"Do we need to hurry matters?" Tabs questioned. "This isn"t a military court of enquiry. It wasn"t my idea to meet you as though we were maintaining an armed neutrality. We----"
"But aren"t we?" Braithwaite interposed with an air of amused good-humor. Then he lowered his voice, "When you parted from me I was your valet. You didn"t hear from me for the best part of four years and believed me dead. You came back to find that I was your superior officer and had tangled things up for you pretty badly. You"ve threatened me with your knowledge of a previous love-affair and you have it in your power to tangle up my future in return. Under the circ.u.mstances what else is possible but an armed neutrality?"
"Let me state the case from another and, I think, a juster angle." Tabs paused to knock the ash from his cigarette. "Before the war you were my valet whom I had always treated as my friend. I believe at that time, if it had come to the show down, you were the man who was closest to my affections and whom I trusted most in all the world. I"m trying to speak soberly, Braithwaite, without any color of exaggeration. We"d been in many tight corners together--perhaps the tightest was when they tried to execute us in Mexico. Anyway, we"d always played the game by each other.
In 1914 we both joined in the ranks; in 1918 you finished up as a General, while I was a first lieutenant. There"s only one way to account for that: up to 1914 you"d never had your chance; when your chance came, you proved yourself the better man. In a way, though it"s difficult for me to confess it, I can understand and sympathize with Terry"s preference. Women admire bravery and merit. Ann and I admired them in you; we knew they were there before the war made them public."
He took a breath while he watched what effect the mention of Ann"s name had had. The General"s expression from being interested and generous had grown suddenly obstinate and set. Tabs hurried on. "So I can understand Terry"s preference. And yet, as you"ve owned, despite your advantages, I hold the winning card. I can joker all your aces by telling--well, the things to which you have referred." He leant forward across the table.
"I don"t want to have to tell. To do that I should have to make myself still more inferior to you than you have proved me to be in the hardest of all tests. There"s only one occasion that would compel----"
"And that?" the General enquired coldly.
Before Tabs could answer, a Major in the Guards who was pa.s.sing had halted. "Hullo, sir!" he exclaimed, addressing Braithwaite. "I was intending to hunt you up. I"ve heard a rumor about your transferring to the Regulars. Why don"t you have a shot at my outfit?"
Braithwaite introduced Lord Taborley perfunctorily, then returned to his friend"s question. "A shot at your outfit! It"s too expensive. I"ve got to make money. Besides, to become a Regular I"d have to sink my rank and live on my pay at that. I can"t afford it. To tell the truth, I"m already out of the Army. I handed over the keys of my desk at the War Office this morning. That phase is ended."
"You did! Well, if you"ve got something better----" The Guardsman nodded a.s.sent to a signaled question from a companion at another table. "Don"t lose touch with your old set, sir," he added cheerfully as he moved away. "Send us the map-location of your next dug-out."
The lunch arrived. Dishes were obsequiously offered for inspection and approval. While the meal was being served, there was no opportunity for private conversation. Tabs was pondering one fact which he had overheard. "So, he, too, was demobbed yesterday! That"s why he took his last chance to become engaged. The glamour of a uniform---- And to-day he"s back where he started. Poor chap!"
The over-zealous waiter had at last moved out of range. Braithwaite lifted up his dagger gaze. "And what is that occasion--the one occasion which would compel you to publish my past? Perhaps I can save you the trouble of putting it into words. You mean if I dared to become engaged to Terry Beddow? I am engaged to her. I dared last night; so I must leave you to do your worst."
He smiled with quiet triumph; gradually his smile faded into puzzlement.
"You don"t seem surprised."
"I"m not," said Tabs. "Why should I be? I myself supposed, that I was engaged to her last night."
It was Braithwaite who showed amazement. "You! Last night!"
"Yes, I, last night."
Braithwaite set down his knife and fork. The bleak look came into his eyes that had given him the nickname at the Front of "Steely Jack." He was silent for a full five seconds; then he said, "Lord Taborley, you"re a man of your word, but I find it difficult to believe that."
Tabs" voice was both quiet and kindly when he replied, "You"ll find it difficult to believe a good many things before I"ve ended. Evidently Terry never told you that for over four years she and I had had an understanding that, when peace came, if I survived, we would be married.
Last night, while you were proposing to her, I was asking her father"s consent. While I was gaining his consent, you were being accepted."
The blank look of astonishment which had overspread the General"s face, quickly gave way to one of generous compa.s.sion. "On my word of honor, Lord Taborley, I never knew that. I thought--please forgive me--that you were interfering merely out of sn.o.bbishness. I ought to have known better. All my dealings with you should have---- I begin to understand."
Tabs" old sense of friendship for the man--his man--was coming back.
"You begin," he said, "but you don"t fully understand. You and I have to come down to earth. Not unnaturally up till now you"ve chosen to treat me as an enemy. Perhaps I was when I sent you those two letters yesterday. But I"m not now. I, too, am learning. There was a coster who let me off arrest. Did I tell you about him? I forget. The reason he gave taught me a lot, "You and me was pals out there." And you and I were pals out there, Braithwaite--not master and man or junior and senior officer. It would be a burning shame if, now that the war"s ended, we should fall to squabbling among ourselves."
"And yet the fact remains," said Braithwaite, "that I, who used to be your servant, have cut you out of Terry. How are we going to remain pals in a case like that?"
Tabs flinched at the bluntness of the words, "cut you out of Terry." For a moment he felt inclined to say right out, "You"re mistaken. She"s sent me to get her promise back." Instead he said, "How are we going to remain pals! That"s what I"m here to talk about. I"ve made up my mind how I"m going to act. It"s about you that I"m concerned. I"m jealous for you, Braithwaite. I"m proud of the fact that, whatever you are to-day, you were once my man--my man in the old clan sense. I want to see you carry yourself as bravely in your new fight as you did in the one that"s ended. I think of the two this peace fight will be the more difficult test, especially for men like yourself. I lost caste during the war, while for you it proved a social opportunity. Now that we"re back at peace, the process is likely to be reversed. The qualities which gave you high rank in a world at war won"t fetch the same market value.
You"ll have to fight afresh--only this time it"ll be against the temptation to sink below your own high standards through bitterness. In a General"s uniform you could go anywhere. It was your pa.s.sport. No one made enquiries. Once you"re demobilized, the world asks for other credentials--credentials as to your profession, bank-account, friends, birth. What I"m trying to say is this: there"s nothing dishonorable in your past save your own a.s.sumption that it was dishonorable. And I want to a.s.sure you that it isn"t my purpose to drag you down. I couldn"t.
There"s only one man who can do that--yourself. But _you_ can drag yourself below anything that you were if you go on refusing to play fair."
Braithwaite"s face went white beneath its tan. He fell to stroking his mustache. "You take a lot upon yourself. It"s the first time that I"ve ever been accused of not playing fair."
"But _I_ accuse you of it." Tabs spoke with an equal quietness. To any one watching they would have appeared to be two handsome men of the soldier type engaged in desultory conversation. "I have to accuse you of it. I want you to glance through this before you answer me."
He drew from his pocket and pa.s.sed across the letter which Ann had given him that morning--the letter which, to quote her words, "Might make things seem more sensible-like to your Lordship"s friend at the War Office." It was unaddressed, but as Braithwaite"s eye fell on the sprawling handwriting of the contents, the deep flush which crept across his face betrayed the fact that it was recognized. He commenced to read the sheet with a studied carelessness; as he proceeded, the carelessness gave way to a troubled frown. For some time after he had finished, he sat motionless. When he looked up, his mood was contemptuous. "So this is your price?"
"No price was mentioned."
"But it was implied. You tell me that, at the time that I was being accepted, you yourself were hoping to be engaged to Miss Beddow; then you hand me this letter. What do you suppose I infer? What would any man infer? That your promise to keep my existence a secret from Ann is conditional on the breaking of my engagement with Miss Beddow."
"Handing you Ann"s letter wouldn"t do that. Your engagement with Miss Beddow is already broken."
Braithwaite jerked his chair back and stared. Then the audacity of such an a.s.sertion touched his sense of humor. He fell to laughing. "That at least is an invention."
Tabs showed no resentment. There was something disturbingly convincing about his self-possession. "Didn"t I tell you," he asked patiently, "that you"d find it difficult to believe a good many things before I had ended? I had an appointment to see Miss Beddow at her father"s house this morning at eleven. Before I"d finished breakfast she was visiting me instead. She had called to make two requests: that I would see you to-day and get her promise back, and that I"d become engaged to her myself."
Braithwaite lurched forward, folding his arms on the table. His voice was thick with pa.s.sion when he spoke. "What you tell me sounds mad; but you"d gain nothing by telling it if it were not true."
"Nothing," Tabs confirmed.
"No, nothing. If it weren"t true, I could go to the telephone and disprove your falsehood inside of ten minutes."