It was I who needed seeing to, my new friend insisted; I who should be looked after, and not she. She forgot the dog in the newer interest of my wounded finger. The maid, who was practically unhurt, was sent on to engage rooms at the little inn, and she and I followed slowly.
"That walk impressed me. There was an attractive mistiness of atmosphere in the warm night, a sensation more than attractive in being made much of by a woman of one"s own cla.s.s and country after five years"
wandering." He laughed with a touch of irony. "But I won"t take up your time with details. You know the progress of an ordinary love affair.
Throw in a few more flowers and a little more sunshine than is usual, a man who is practically a hermit and a woman who knows the world by heart, and you have the whole thing.
"She insisted on staying in Santasalare for three days in order to keep my finger bandaged; she ended by staying three weeks in the hope of smashing up my life.
"On coming to the hotel she had given no name; and in our first explanations to each other she led me to conclude her an unmarried girl.
It was at the end of the three weeks that I learned that she was not a free agent, as I had innocently imagined, but possessed a husband whom she had left ill with malaria at Florence or Rome.
"The news disconcerted me, and I took no pains to hide it. After that the end came abruptly. In her eyes I had become a fool with middle-cla.s.s principles; in my eyes--But there is no need for that. She left Santasalare the same night in a great confusion of trunks and hat-boxes; and next morning I strapped on my knapsack and turned my face to the south."
"And women don"t count ever after?" Chilcote smiled, beguiled out of himself.
Loder laughed. "That"s what I"ve been trying to convey. Once bitten, twice shy!" He laughed again and slipped the two rings over his finger with an air of finality.
"Now, shall I start? This is the latch-key?" He drew a key from the pocket of Chilcote"s evening-clothes. "When I get to Grosvenor Square I am to find your house, go straight in, mount the stairs, and there on my right hand will be the door of your--I mean my own--private rooms. I think I"ve got it all by heart. I feel inspired; I feel that I can"t go wrong." He handed the two remaining rings to Chilcote and picked up the overcoat.
"I"ll stick on till I get a wire--," he said. "Then I"ll come back and we"ll reverse again." He slipped on the coat and moved back towards the table. Now that the decisive moment had come, it embarra.s.sed him.
Scarcely knowing how to bring it to an end, he held out his hand.
Chilcote took it, paling a little. ""Twill be all right!" he said, with a sudden return of nervousness. ""Twill be all right! And I"ve made it plain about--about the remuneration? A hundred a week--besides all expenses."
Loder smiled again. "My pay? Oh yes, you"ve made it clear as day. Shall we say good-night now?"
"Yes. Good-night."
There was a strange, distant note in Chilcote"s voice, but the other did not pretend to hear it. He pressed the hand he was holding, though the cold dampness of it repelled him.
"Good-night," he said again.
"Good-night."
They stood for a moment, awkwardly looking at each other, then Loder quietly disengaged his hand, crossed the room, and pa.s.sed through the door.
Chilcote, left standing alone in the middle of the room, listened while the last sound of the other"s footsteps was audible on the uncarpeted stairs; then, with a furtive, hurried gesture, he caught up the green-shaded lamp and pa.s.sed into Loder"s bedroom.
VIII
To all men come portentous moments, difficult moments, triumphant moments. Loder had had his examples of all three, but no moment in his career ever equalled in strangeness of sensation that in which, dressed in another man"s clothes, he fitted the latchkey for the first time into the door of the other man"s house.
The act was quietly done. The key fitted the lock smoothly and his fingers turned it without hesitation, though his heart, usually extremely steady, beat sharply for a second. The hall loomed ma.s.sive and sombre despite the modernity of electric lights. It was darkly and expensively decorated in black and brown; a frieze of wrought bronze, representing peac.o.c.ks with outspread tails, ornamented the walls; the banisters were of heavy iron-work, and the somewhat formidable fireplace was of the same dark metal.
Loder looked about him, then advanced, his heart again beating quickly as his hand touched the cold banister and he began his ascent of the stairs. But at each step his confidence strengthened, his feet became more firm; until, at the head of the stairs, as if to disprove his a.s.surance, his pulses played him false once more, this time to a more serious tune. From the farther end of a well-lighted corridor a maid was coming straight in his direction.
For one short second all things seemed to whiz about him; the certainty of detection overpowered his mind. The indisputable knowledge that he was John Loder and no other, despite all armor of effrontery and dress, so dominated him that all other considerations shrank before it. It wanted but one word, one simple word of denunciation, and the whole scheme was shattered. In the dismay of the moment, he almost wished that the word might be spoken and the suspense ended.
But the maid came on in silence, and so incredible was the silence that Loder moved onward, too. He came within a yard of her, and still she did not speak; then, as he pa.s.sed her, she drew back respectfully against the wall.
The strain, so astonishingly short, had been immense, but with its slackening came a strong reaction. The expected humiliation seethed suddenly to a desire to dare fate. Pausing quickly, he turned and called the woman back.
The spot where he had halted was vividly bright, the ceiling light being directly above his head; and as she came towards him he raised his face deliberately and-waited.
She looked at him without surprise or interest. "Yes, sir?" she said.
"Is your mistress in?" he asked. He could think of no other question, but it served his purpose as a test of his voice.
Still the woman showed no surprise. "She"s not in sir," she answered.
"But she"s expected in half an hour."
"In half an hour? All right! That"s all I wanted." With a movement of decision Loder walked back to the stair-head, turned to the right, and opened the door of Chilcote"s rooms.
The door opened on a short, wide pa.s.sage; on one side stood the study, on the other the bed, bath, and dressing-rooms. With a blind sense of knowledge and unfamiliarity, bred of much description on Chilcote"s part, he put his hand on the study door and, still exalted by the omen of his first success, turned the handle.
Inside the room there was firelight and lamplight and a studious air of peace. The realization of this and a slow incredulity at Chilcote"s voluntary renunciation were his first impressions; then his attention was needed for more imminent things.
As he entered, the new secretary was returning a volume to its place on the book-shelves. At sight of him, he pushed it hastily into position and turned round.
"I was making a few notes on the political position of Khorasan," he said, glancing with slight apprehensiveness at the other"s face. He was a small, shy man, with few social attainments but an extraordinary amount of learning--the ant.i.thesis of the alert Blessington, whom he had replaced.
Loder bore his scrutiny without flinching. Indeed, it struck him suddenly that there was a fund of interest, almost of excitement, in the encountering of each new pair of eyes. At the thought he moved forward to the desk.
"Thank you, Greening," he said. "A very useful bit of work."
The secretary glanced up, slightly puzzled. His endurance had been severely taxed in the fourteen days that he had filled his new post.
"I"m glad you think so, sir," he said, hesitatingly. "You rather pooh-poohed the matter this morning, if you remember."
Loder was taking off his coat, but stopped in the operation.
"This morning?" he said. "Oh, did I? Did I?" Then, struck by the opportunity the words gave him, he turned towards the secretary. "You"ve got to get used to me, Greening," he said. "You haven"t quite grasped me yet, I can see. I"m a man of moods, you know. Up to the present you"ve seen my slack side, my jarred side, but I have quite another when I care to show it. I"m a sort of Jekyll-and-Hyde affair." Again he laughed, and Greening echoed the sound diffidently. Chilcote had evidently discouraged familiarity.
Loder eyed him with abrupt understanding. He recognized the loneliness in the anxious, conciliatory manner.
"You"re tired," he said, kindly. "Go to bed. I"ve got some thinking to do. Good-night." He held out his hand.
Greening took it, still half distrustful of this fresh side to so complex a man.
"Good-night, sir," he said. "To-morrow, if you approve, I shall go on with my notes. I hope you will have a restful night."
For a second Loder"s eyebrows went up, but he recovered himself instantly.
"Ah, thanks, Greening," he said. "Thanks. I think your hope will be fulfilled."