"Oh Master Rupert what is it?" gasped the old woman.
"Nothing I can tell you at present," said Ainsleigh carelessly, "I have a good mind to seek Abbot Raoul myself and see if he can"t help me; but I"m not psychic as you are Mrs. Petley. I see nothing."
"And a good thing too," said the ex-cook solemnly, "if I spoke to you it would be to make matters worse, though worse they can"t be."
"Oh yes they can," said Rupert grimly. "I may have to leave--"
"Never," cried Mrs. Petley smiting her fat hands together. "Royabay can never do without an Ainsleigh within its walls."
"It will have to content itself with Abbot Raoul, and I hope he"ll jolly well frighten the creditors."
"Drat them," said Mrs. Petley vigorously, "but Master Rupert why did it pint to the copper beech."
"I can"t say. Ask it when next you see it. But I must go to Major Tidman. He"ll be angry if I keep him."
Mrs. Petley tossed her head and snorted. "The idear of old Farmer Tidman"s son, being angry with the likes of you Master Rupert. I mind him when he was a brat of a lad and--"
"Yes--yes--but I must go," said Ainsleigh rather impatiently and left Mrs. Petley talking to the air.
Major Tidman, whose ears must have burnt at the thoughts which occupied Mrs. Petley"s brain, was seated in the most comfortable arm-chair he could find, and smoked a good cigar. He had a bottle of port and a gla.s.s before him, and apparently had made himself at home while waiting.
"Hope you don"t mind my making free with the wine-list," said Tidman, who looked rather uneasy, as he rose. "I"ve waited two hours."
"What about?" said Rupert, throwing his cap down and sinking wearily into a near chair, "anything wrong?"
"I am," said the Major, "all wrong my dear boy. You see in me a beast and a false friend."
"Indeed. How do you make that out?"
"I have been concealing things from you," said the Major ruefully, "and all to make money. I"m really getting avaricious, Ainsleigh," added the Major desperately, "and it"s spoiling my character."
"Well," said Rupert filling his pipe, and wondering what this out-burst meant, "Byron says that avarice is a fine old gentlemanly vice. If you have only that fault to blame yourself for, you are very lucky."
"But I should have told you about the fan."
Rupert blew out the match he had just lighted and sat up. "What"s that about the fan?" he asked sharply.
"I know something about it," said Tidman fortifying his courage with a gla.s.s of wine, "and I should have spoken the other evening after dinner when you read that advertis.e.m.e.nt. But I thought I"d get the fan myself and secure the five thousand pounds--though to be sure I didn"t know what that Tung-yu would pay for it at the time."
"No," said Rupert drily, "I told you that later. Well, Major, you haven"t treated me quite on the square, but I forgive you. I expect neither of us will make money out of that fan."
"No," said Tidman still more ruefully. "Forge has lost it."
Rupert looked puzzled. "Forge? What do you mean?"
"Oh, this is part of my confession of trickery," said the Major rubbing his bald head. "You see Ainsleigh, I held my tongue when you read out about the fan, but I knew where it was all the time."
"And where was it?" asked the young man staring.
"Forge has it--or rather Forge had it," said the Major, and he related his interview with the doctor when Rupert had departed. "So you see,"
added the Major sadly "I"m punished for my wrong-doing. I"m very sorry, as I like you, Ainsleigh, and after all I"d be glad to see you make the money, though I"m not so well off myself as people think, and five thousand pounds would help me a lot. However, I hope you will think I have made amends for my momentary lapse from squareness by thus confessing."
"Oh that"s all right Tidman. But treat me openly for the future. How did you know that Forge had had the fan?"
Rupert did not tell what he had heard from Olivia for the moment. He first wished to hear all that the Major had to say. Tidman had certainly acted wrongly, as he should not have taken advantage of Rupert"s confidence, but now he apparently wished to behave properly and Ainsleigh put the Major"s temporary deceit out of his mind.
"I gave Forge the fan," blurted out the Major.
"The deuce you did," said Ainsleigh looking puzzled. "And where did you get it?"
"In Canton seven years ago," confessed Tidman, "I was travelling there for my health, and I had an adventure."
"What was that?"
But Tidman did not seem inclined to speak out. "I"ll tell you on another occasion," he said with a shudder, "it was not a very pleasant adventure, and Forge, who was in Canton at the time, got me out of it. I stuck to the fan though."
"Oh, so the fan was the cause of the adventure?"
"Partly" admitted Tidman reluctantly. "I"ll tell you later as I say," he wiped his forehead, "I can"t tell you now, it"s too awful. I got the fan though and Forge took a fancy to it. He asked me for it in Canton and I refused. He asked again in England and I gave it to him. He"s had it all these seven years, locked up in that black j.a.pan cabinet with the gold figures--"
"I know. Its in that Chinese room of his. Well?"
"After you went away the other day I asked him to give me the fan back, as I wanted to get the money from Tung-yu. Forge refused, as he said the fan has something to do with a secret--"
"Whose secret?"
"Lo-Keong"s secret. He is the real owner of the fan you know. Forge seems to hate Lo-Keong, and said the fan would get him into trouble."
"But how--how?" asked Ainsleigh impatiently.
The Major wiped his face again, "I don"t know--I can"t say. But Forge said there was a secret connected with the fan--"
"You said that before," cried Rupert becoming exasperated.
"I don"t know what I am saying, and that"s the truth," stammered Tidman becoming hotter and redder, "but Forge said if I found the secret he would give me the fan. He then opened the cabinet and found that the fan was gone."
"What did he say?"
"He turned as white as a sheet, and said that his life was at stake."
Rupert rose to pace the room. The mystery of the fan piqued him, "I wonder what he meant by that?" he asked himself.
"Something horrid if it has to do with the Chinese," said the Major, "you have no idea what brutes they are. But Forge thought that Mrs.
Bressy, the old woman who looks after him, might have sneaked the fan, as she is fond of taking things and p.a.w.ning them. But she swore she had never set eyes on it."
"Wasn"t the cabinet locked?"
"Yes. That"s the strange part, and Forge has the key on his watch-chain.
The lock wasn"t broken, and no other key would fit it, so how it was opened, is a mystery. But the fan"s gone."