"So I"ve been told. I am quite at your service. Don"t speak till you feel better."
"Ah! I am better now. There"s magic about you, I believe. Or is it electricity?" Lucas"s eyes rested on the grim face above him with a certain wistfulness.
Nap only smiled cynically. "Is Hudson to take this note? Can I address it for you?"
If he expected to cause any discomfiture by the suggestion he was disappointed. Lucas answered him with absolute composure.
"Yes; to Lady Carfax at the Manor. It is to go at once."
Nap thrust it into an envelope with a perfectly inscrutable countenance, scrawled the address, and handed it to the valet. "You needn"t come back till you are rung for," he said.
And with that he calmly seated himself by his brother"s side with the air of a man with ample leisure at his disposal.
As the door closed he spoke. "Hadn"t you better have a smoke?"
"No. I must talk first. I wish you would sit where I can see you."
Nap pulled his chair round at once and sat in the full glare of the noonday sun. "Is that enough lime-light for you? Now, what ails the great chief? Does he think his brother will run away while he sleeps?"
There was a hint of tenderness underlying the banter in his voice. He stooped with the words and picked up a letter that lay on the floor.
"This yours?"
Lucas"s half-extended hand fell. "And you may read it," he said.
"Many thanks! I don"t read women"s letters unless they chance to be addressed to me--no, not even if they concern me very nearly." Nap"s teeth gleamed for a moment. "I"m afraid you must play off your own bat, my worthy brother, though if you take my advice you"ll postpone it.
You"re about used up, and I"m deuced thirsty. It"s not a peaceful combination."
Again, despite the nonchalance of his speech, it was not without a certain gentleness. He laid the letter on the bed within reach of his brother"s hand.
"I won"t leave the premises till you have had your turn," he said. "I guess that"s a fair offer anyway. Now curl up and rest."
But Lucas negatived the suggestion instantly though very quietly. "I"ll take my turn now if you"ve no objection. That ranch in Arizona, Boney, is beginning to worry me some. I want you to take it in hand. It"s a little job peculiarly suited to your abilities."
Nap jerked up his head with an odd gesture, not solely indicative of surprise. "What do you know of my abilities?"
"More than most." Very steadily Lucas made answer. "I depend on you in a fashion you little dream of, and I guess you won"t fail me."
Nap"s jaw slowly hardened. "I"m not very likely to disappoint you," he observed, "more especially as I have no intention of removing to Arizona at present."
"No?"
"No."
"Not if I make a point of it?" Lucas spoke heavily, as if the effort of speech were great. His hand had clenched upon Anne"s letter.
Nap leaned forward without replying, the sunlight still shining upon his face, and looked at him attentively.
"Yes," Lucas said very wearily. "It has come to that. I can"t have you here disturbing the public peace. I won"t have my own brother arraigned as a murderer. Nor will I have Anne Carfax pilloried by you for all England to throw mud at. I"ve stood a good deal from you, Boney, but I"m d.a.m.ned if I"m going to stand this."
"The only question is, Can you prevent it?" said Nap, without the faintest change of countenance.
"I am going to prevent it."
"If you can."
"I am going to prevent it," Lucas repeated. "Before we go any further, give me that shooter of yours."
Nap hesitated for a single instant, then, with a gesture openly contemptuous, he took the revolver from his pocket and tossed it on to the bed.
Lucas laid his hand upon it. He was looking full into Nap"s face. "Now, I want you to tell me something," he said. "I seem to remember your saying to me once in this very room that you and Lady Carfax were friends, no more, no less. You were mighty anxious that I shouldn"t misunderstand.
Remember that episode?"
"Perfectly," said Nap.
"I surmised that you told me that because you honestly cared for her as a friend. Was that so?"
Nap made a slight movement, such a movement as a man makes when he catches sight of a stone to his path too late to avoid it.
"You may say so if you wish," he said.
"Meaning that things have changed since then?" questioned Lucas, in his tired drawl.
Nap threw up his head with the action of a jibbing horse. "You can put it how you like. You can say--if you like--that I am a bigger blackguard now than I was then. It makes no difference how you put it."
"But I want to know," said Lucas quietly. "Are you a blackguard, Boney?"
His eyes were fixed steadily upon the dusky face with its prominent cheek-bones and mocking mouth. Perhaps he knew, what Anne had discovered long before, that those sensitive lips might easily reveal what the fierce eyes hid.
"A matter of opinion," threw back Nap. "If I am, Anne Carfax has made me so."
"Anne Carfax," said Lucas very deliberately, "has done her best to make a man of you. It is not her fault if she has failed. It is not her fault that you have chosen to drag her friendship through the mire."
"Friendship!" broke in Nap. "She gave me more than that."
Lucas"s brows contracted as if at a sudden dart of pain, but his voice was perfectly level as he made reply: "Whatever she gave you was the gift of a good woman of which you have proved yourself utterly unworthy."
Nap sprang to his feet. "Be it so!" he exclaimed harshly. "I am unworthy.
What of it? She always knew I was."
"Yet she trusted you."
"She trusted me, yes. Having cast out the devil she found in possession, she thought there was nothing more to me. She thought that I should be content to wander empty all my days through dry places, seeking rest. She forgot the sequel, forgot what was bound to happen when I found none. You seem to have forgotten that too. Or do you think that I am indeed that interesting vacuum that you are pleased to call a gentleman?" He flung his arms wide with a sudden, pa.s.sionate laugh. "Why, my good fellow, I"d sooner rank myself with the beasts that perish. And I"d sooner perish too; yes, die with a rope round my throat in the good old English fashion. There"s nothing in that. I"d as soon die that way as any other.
It may not be so artistic as our method, but it"s quite a clean process, and the ultimate result is the same."
"Do you mind sitting down?" said Lucas.
Nap looked at him sharply. "In pain again?"