"No," I said at last, when we had spent another twenty minutes discussing this new aspect in my room. "It"s beyond me. I can"t see how the two events can be connected, and yet they are so unusual that one would think they must be. I certainly think it is a point to put in detail before Olvery."
"On the whole, I quite agree with you," said the General. "I am rather afraid he may take us for a pack of lunatics, and refuse to be bothered with the case."
"I"m sure he won"t do that," I a.s.serted confidently. "And he may have some medical knowledge that will just shake the puzzle into place, and explain the whole mystery to us. It seems to me a most remarkable thing that these two strange affairs should have happened in exactly the same place. That it is some strange freak of nature I have no doubt, but I am absolutely at a loss to think what it can be."
It can hardly be wondered at that, as I have said before, sleep and I were strangers that night, and I was glad enough when the time came for me to get up.
Myra came down after breakfast, wonderfully brave and bright, but there was no sign whatever of her sight returning to her. The leave-taking was a wretched business, and I cannot dwell on it. Sandy started early to sail to Mallaig with the luggage, and we followed in the motor-boat, Angus at the engine, old Mary McNiven in the bows, while I took the tiller, and Myra lay on a pile of cushions at my feet, her head resting on my knee, her arm round Sholto"s neck; for she had wanted the dog to see her off at the station. The old General managed to keep up a cheery manner as he said good-bye at the landing-stage, but he was looking so care-worn and haggard that I was glad that he had been persuaded not to come up to London with us. He was certainly not in a fit state for the fatigues of a long journey.
As we pa.s.sed Glasnabinnie the _Baltimore_ slid out from the side of the shed that stood on the edge of the miniature harbour which Nature had thoughtfully bestowed on the place.
"I can hear a motor-boat," said Myra, suddenly sitting up.
"Yes," I replied. "It"s Hilderman"s."
"Is she ahead of us?" she asked.
I looked round, and saw that the _Baltimore_ was putting out to round the point.
"No, she"s about level," I answered. "She"s evidently making for Mallaig. We are, if anything, a little ahead, but they will soon pa.s.s us, I should think."
"Oh, Ron," cried Myra, with childish excitement, "don"t let them beat us. Angus, put some life into her. We _must_ make the harbour first."
Angus did his best, and I set her course as near in sh.o.r.e as I dared on that treacherous coast. The _Baltimore_ glided out to sea with the easy grace of a powerful and beautiful animal, and as we pa.s.sed the jagged promontory she was coming up about thirty yards behind us.
"Challenge him, Ron," Myra exclaimed; "you"ve met him."
I turned, and saw Hilderman and two other men in the boat, one a friend apparently, and the other the mechanic. I stood up and waved to him.
"We"ll race you to Mallaig," I shouted.
"It"s a bet," he agreed readily, at the top of his voice, waving back.
It was a ding-dong business across the mouth of Nevis, and the _Baltimore_ was leading, if anything, but we had not far to go, and our opponents had taken a course a good deal farther out to sea than we were. Coming up by the lighthouse, however, the _Baltimore_ drew in at a magnificent pace, and swept in to pa.s.s inside the lighthouse rock. Hilderman, who was quite distinct at the short distance, stood up in the stern of the _Baltimore_, and looked at us. We were making good time, but we had no chance of outdistancing his powerful boat.
But, as he looked at us, and was evidently about to shout some triumphant greeting, I saw him catch sight of Myra, lying at my feet, her face hidden in the shade over her eyes. Suddenly, without the slightest warning, he swung the tiller, and, turning out again, took the long course round the lighthouse, and we slid alongside the fish-table a good minute ahead of him. Myra was delighted; she had no suspicion that we had virtually lost the race, and the trifling excitement gave her a real pleasure. Angus, I could see, was puzzled, but I signed to him to say nothing. My heart warmed to Hilderman; he had seen that Myra was not well, and, divining that it would give her some pleasure to win the race, he had tactfully given way to us. I was really grateful to him for his kindly thought, and determined to thank him as soon as I could. We had nearly half an hour to wait for the mid-day train, and, after seeing Myra and Mary safely ensconced in the Marine Hotel, I went out with Sholto to get the tickets, telegraph to Dennis, and express my grat.i.tude to Hilderman. But when I stepped out of the hotel he was standing in the road waiting for me.
"Good morning, Mr. Ewart," he said, coming forward to offer me his hand. "Is there anything the matter with Miss McLeod?"
"She"s not very well," I replied. "She has something the matter with her eyes. It was very good of you to let us win our little race. Every little pleasure that we can give Miss McLeod just at this time is of great value to us."
"Eyes?" said Hilderman, thoughtfully, with the same dreamy expression that Dennis had pointed out at King"s Cross. "What sort of thing is it? I know something about eyes."
"I"m afraid I can tell you nothing," I replied. "She has suddenly lost her sight in the most amazing and terrible manner. We are just taking her up to London to see a specialist."
"Had she any pain?" he asked, "or any dizziness or fainting, or anything like that?"
"No," I said; "there is absolutely nothing to go by. It is a most extraordinary affair, and a very terrible blow to us all."
"It must be," he said gently, "very, very terrible. I have heard so much about Miss McLeod that I even feel it myself. I am deeply grieved to hear this, deeply grieved." He spoke very sympathetically, and I felt that it was very kind of him to take such a friendly interest in his unknown neighbour.
"I think you"d better join me in a brandy and soda, Mr. Ewart," he said, laying a hand on my arm. "I don"t suppose you know it, but you look ten years older than you did yesterday."
Yesterday! Good heavens! Had all this happened in a day? I was certainly feeling far from myself, and I accepted his invitation readily enough. We turned into the refreshment-room outside the station, and I had a stiff whisky and soda, realising how far away from London I was when the man gave me the whisky in one gla.s.s and the soda in another.
"Tell me," said Hilderman, "if it is not very rude of me to ask, or too painful for you to speak about, what was Miss McLeod doing when this happened? Reading, or what?" I gave him a rough outline of the circ.u.mstances, but, in view of what the General had told me the night before, I said nothing about the mystery of the green ray. We wanted to retain our reputation for sanity as long as we could, and no outsider who did not know the General personally would believe that his astonishing experience was anything other than the strange creation of a nerve-wrought brain.
"And that was all?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, that was all," I replied.
"I suppose you haven"t decided what specialist you will take her to when you get her to London?" he queried. I was about to reply when I heard Sholto in a heated argument with some other dog, and I bolted out, with a hurried excuse, to bring him in. As I returned, with my hand on his collar, the harbour-master greeted me, and told me we might have some difficulty in reaching London, as the train service was likely to be disorganised owing to the transport of troops and munitions. When I rejoined Hilderman I was full of this new development. It would be both awkward and unpleasant to be turned out of the train before we reached London; and every moment"s delay might mean injury to my poor Myra.
"I don"t think you need worry at all, Mr. Ewart," my new friend a.s.sured me. "The trains will run all right. They may alter the services where they have too many trains, but here they are not likely to do so. Thank heaven, I shall not be travelling again for some time.
I hate it, although I have to run about a good deal. I have a few modest investments that take up a considerable portion of my time. I figure on one or two boards, you know."
I thanked him for his kindly interest, and left him. I wired to Dennis not to meet the train, but to be prepared to put me up the following night. Then I got the tickets, and took Myra to the train. Hilderman was seeing his friend off; a short, somewhat stout man, with flaxen hair, and small blue eyes peering through a pair of large spectacles.
He bowed to us as we pa.s.sed, and I was struck by the kindly sympathy with which both he and his companion glanced at Myra. Evidently they both realised what a terrible blow to her the loss of her sight must be. I will admit that, when it came to the time for the train to start, my heart nearly failed me altogether. The sight of the beautiful blind girl saying good-bye to her dog was one which I hope I may never see again. As the train steamed out into the cutting Sholto was left whining on the platform, and it was as much as Angus could do to hold him back. Poor Sholto; he was a faithful beast, and they were taking his beloved mistress away from him. Myra sat back in the carriage, and furtively wiped away a tear from her poor sightless eyes.
"Poor old fellow," she said, with a brave smile. "If they can"t do anything for me in London he will have to lead me about. It"ll keep him out of mischief."
"Don"t say that, darling!" I groaned.
"Poor old Ron," she said tenderly. "I believe it"s worse for you than it is for me. And now that Mary has left us for a bit I want to say something to you, dear, while I can. You mustn"t think I don"t understand what this will mean to you, dear. I want you to know, darling, that I hope always to be your very great friend, but I don"t expect you to marry a blind girl."
I shall certainly not tell the reader what I said in reply to that generous and n.o.ble statement.
"Besides, dear," I concluded eventually, "you will soon be able to see again." And so I tried to a.s.sure her, till presently Mary returned.
And then we made her comfortable, and I read to her in the darkened carriage until at last my poor darling fell into a gentle sleep.
But twenty-six hours later, when I had seen Myra safely back to her aunt"s house from Harley Street, I staggered up the stairs to Dennis"s rooms in Panton Street a broken man.
Dennis opened the door to me himself.
"Ronald!" he cried, "what has happened?"
"h.e.l.lo, old man," I said weakly; "I"m very, very tired."
My friend took my arm and led me into his sitting-room, and pressed me gently on the sofa. Then he brought me a stiff brandy and soda, and sat beside me in silence for a few minutes.
"Feel better, old boy?" he asked presently.
"Yes, thanks, Den," I answered. "I"m sorry to be such a nuisance."
"Tell me," he said, "when you feel well enough." But I lay, and closed my eyes, for I was dog-tired, and could not bring myself to speak even to Dennis of the specialist"s terrible verdict. And soon Nature a.s.serted herself, and I fell into a deep sleep, which was the best thing I could have done. When I awoke I was lying in bed, in total darkness, in Dennis"s extra room. I sat up, and called out in my surprise, for I had been many miles away in my slumbers, and my first hope was that the whole adventure had been a hideous nightmare. But Dennis, hearing my shout, walked in to see if I wanted anything.
"Now, how do you feel?" he asked, as he sat on the side of the bed.
"Did you carry me in here and put me to bed?" I asked idly.
"You certainly didn"t look like walking, and I thought you"d be more comfortable in here," he laughed.