The other was also a little pale, but he managed to laugh with a pretence of merriment.
"My dear boy, this is the most delightful surprise I have ever experienced. I hope you"re not sorry to see me. May I sit down? Well, what a funny thing this is, to be sure. To think that we should meet like this, and here of all places in the world. You"ve been seriously ill, I"m sorry to hear."
"How long have you been in this place?"
"Nearly a fortnight now. I"ve seen you a good many times, but you never knew me!"
"I wish I could say that I don"t know you now. And what devil"s business are you up to here?"
"Amusing myself, as usual. Studying men and manners. Your friends here are very entertaining, the woman particularly so."
"Do they know who you are?"
"George Merton of Brankforth Manor, near Exeter, County Devon, at your service."
He threw himself down on the sands with another merry laugh.
"It"s extraordinary, isn"t it? our meeting like this. I"ve often laughed over it. And so your name"s Murkard? Silas too, if I"m not mistaken.
What a rum beggar you are, to be sure. Do you still take life as seriously as you used to in the old days?"
"You"re evidently as cold-blooded a devil as when I last found you out."
"Found me out? My dear fellow, aren"t you rather confusing things?
Wasn"t it the other way round? But seriously, Bur----"
"Silence! My name is Murkard."
"What did I say? Oh, I forgot; pray forgive me. It shan"t occur again.
Seriously, Murkard, I want you to believe that I have never ceased to regret that terrible business. You must remember you put me in such a position that, though it cut me to the heart to do it, I had no option but to expose you."
"If you had told all you knew you might have saved me. As it was, I had to take the course I did. I could not help myself."
""Pon my honour, I knew nothing more. The stones were lost. I happened to stumble quite by accident on the baggage and found them there. The baggage was yours--what could I do?"
"Very well. I have at least paid the penalty; we need not discuss the subject further. But one thing must be settled now and forever. What are you going to do?"
"When? Now, do you mean? Well, I think I shall stay here for a month or so longer; and then--well, then I don"t quite know what I shall do."
"You will leave here at once--in an hour"s time."
"My dear fellow, impossible. Not to be thought of, I a.s.sure you."
"Either you or I must go. We cannot both remain."
"Still taking life seriously, I see. Well, I fear in that case it will have to be you. I"m sorry, but it can"t be helped. I have reasons for staying on. A holiday will do you no harm."
"Supposing I tell Ellison all I know of you."
"He _might_ believe you, but I should think it extremely doubtful. On the other hand, what if I tell him all I know about you? Who you are, for instance, and what drove you out of England?"
Murkard turned, if possible, even paler than before.
"You could not, surely, blackguard as you are, be villain enough for that!"
"My dear fellow, I would do it in an instant if it suited me--and I rather think it would. You see, I have a game to play here, and, by Jove! come what may, I intend to play it. Your presence is detrimental to my interests. I may have to rid myself of you."
"I shall go to Ellison at once, and tell him all."
"You will spike your own guns then, I promise you, and without doing yourself a hap"orth of good. Besides, you will in all probability be putting me to the unpleasant necessity of--but there, you won"t--you can"t do it."
"Have you let him suspect who I am?"
"Not by one single word or deed. As far as I am concerned, he knows nothing."
"On your honour?--but there, I forget; you have no honour."
"What an extraordinary little chap it is, to be sure! Of course I"ve no honour. In this commercial age n.o.body outside the covers of books has.
But all the same, I am not in the humour just now to be trifled with. As I say, he knows nothing, and he _shall_ know nothing if you do as I wish. Why not go away for a holiday? you need a change. Come back in a month; I shall be gone then. There"s a compact for you. Give me a clear field for a month, and I"ll give you my promise not to reveal the fact that I know anything of your past. Will you agree?"
"I must think it over. But what devilry are you up to here? I must know that before I decide. Do you think I"m going to leave him to your mercy?
If you do, you"re mistaken."
"I am up to no devilry, as you term it. I"ve got a speculation on hand, and I must watch it. I see a chance of doing a big stroke of business in the pearl market, that was what brought me out here; if you don"t interfere I shall make my fortune; if you do I shall take steps to rid myself of you, as I have said. Can"t you see you haven"t a card in your hand worth playing. If you"re a sensible man you"ll adopt my suggestion and go away for a day or two, regain your health, then come back, take up your old life again, and everything will go on as before. It"s not a very difficult course to steer, surely?"
"If I could only be certain that you are speaking the truth."
"I can"t give you my word, because as I am a man without honour you wouldn"t accept it as evidence. But if you want proof as to my business--see here."
He took from his pocket a number of letters. Selecting one that bore an English postage stamp, he tossed it across to Murkard. It was from a well-known firm of London pearl merchants, and notified the fact, to whom it might concern, that the bearer, Mr. Merton, was authorised to conduct certain negotiations on their behalf.
"Well," said Murkard, when he had perused the doc.u.ment, "this looks genuine enough. But I don"t see that it makes your position here any plainer."
"You surely don"t expect me to enter into particulars, do you? At any rate, that"s my offer, and consider it well, for it"s the last I"ll make. If you don"t decide to-night, I must tell your employer everything I know about you to-morrow morning. Make no mistake about that."
"I will give you my decision by sundown."
"Very good. In the meantime, let me offer you a cigarette. No? Don"t you smoke? A pity! Well, I have the honour to wish you a very good-day."
He raised his hat with ironical politeness, and resumed his walk along the beach, humming as before.
Murkard lay where he was, trying to pull his thoughts together. This was the last straw. He saw all the plans he had formed, all the honourable future he had built up for himself, shattered at one blow. His past had risen and struck him in the face. What was to be done now? Could he trust this man whom he had always known to be unfaithful? He had no option--no option at all. He _must_ go away, or Ellison would discover everything, and then all would be irretrievably lost.
And so the afternoon wore on. The sun sank lower and lower, until he disappeared entirely beneath the horizon. As he sank from view, Murkard made up his mind and rose to his feet. Merton was coming back along the beach. He signalled to him, and they pa.s.sed together into the shelter of the trees that ran down to the sh.o.r.e. Once there, Murkard turned on him.
"I have been thinking over what you said to me just now."
The other bowed and smiled.
"And with what result?"