He was breathing hard, as if he had been hurrying. He spoke to her exclusively, ignoring the man at her side.
"Will you come at once? Mrs. Fielding has been taken ill."
She started forward. "d.i.c.k! Where is she?"
"Downstairs." Briefly he answered her. "She collapsed in one of the tents. They brought her into the house. She is in the library."
Juliet hastened along the pa.s.sage. Like d.i.c.k, she seemed no longer aware of Saltash"s presence. He came behind, a speculative expression on his ugly face.
"Let me go first!" d.i.c.k said, as they reached the head of the winding stairs.
Juliet gave place to him without a word. They descended rapidly.
At the foot the door stood open to the terrace. They came again into the blazing sunshine, and here Juliet paused and looked back at Saltash.
He came to her side. "Don"t look so alarmed! It"s probably only the heat.
Do you know the way to the library? Through that conservatory over there is the shortest cut. I suppose I may come with you? I may be of use."
"Of course!" said Juliet. "Thank you very much."
d.i.c.k barely glanced over his shoulder. He was already on his way.
They entered the Castle again by the conservatory that Saltash had indicated. It was a ma.s.s of flowers, but the public were evidently not admitted here, for it was empty. In the centre a nymph hung over a marble basin under a tinkling fountain. They pa.s.sed quickly by to an open gla.s.s door that led into the house. Here d.i.c.k stopped and drew back, looking at Juliet.
"I will wait here," he said.
She nodded and went swiftly past him into the room.
It was a dark apartment, book-lined, chill of atmosphere, with heavy, ancient furniture, and a sense of solitude more suggestive of some monastic dwelling than any ordinary habitation. The floor was of polished oak that shone with a sombre l.u.s.tre.
Juliet paused for a moment involuntarily upon entering. It was as if a sinister hand had been laid upon her, arresting her. The gloom blinded her after the hot radiance outside. Then a voice--Fielding"s voice--spoke to her, and she went forward gropingly.
He met her, took her urgently by the shoulder. "Thank heaven, you"re here at last!" he said.
Looking at him, she saw him as a man suddenly stricken with age. His face was grey. He led her to a settee by the high oak fireplace, and there--white, inanimate as a waxen figure--she found Vera Fielding.
Fear pierced her, sharp as the thrust of a knife. She freed herself from Fielding"s grip, and knelt beside the silent form. For many awful seconds she watched and listened, not breathing.
"Is she gone?" asked Fielding in a hoa.r.s.e whisper at last.
She looked up at him. "Get brandy--hot bottles--quick! Send d.i.c.k--he"s in the conservatory. No, stay! Send Saltash! He"s there too. He"ll know where to find things. Tell d.i.c.k to come here! Have you sent for a doctor?"
"There"s been no one to send," he answered frantically. "Some man helped to bring her in here, but she didn"t faint till after we got in, and then I couldn"t leave her. He went off to look after the crowd going round the Castle."
"All right," Juliet said. "Lord Saltash will see to that. Ask them to come in!"
She was unfastening the filmy gown with steady fingers. Whatever the dread at her heart there was no sign of it apparent in her bearing. She moved without haste or agitation.
At a touch on her shoulder she looked up and saw d.i.c.k at her side. "Ah, there you are!" she said. "We want a doctor. Will you see to it? No doubt there"s a telephone somewhere. Ask Lord Saltash!"
"In the gun-room," said Saltash. "Door next to this on the left. Name of Rossiter. Shall I see to it?"
"No--no," she said. "You get some brandy, please--at once!"
They obeyed her orders with prompt.i.tude. d.i.c.k went straight from the room. Saltash turned to the fireplace, and pressed an electric bell three times very emphatically.
Then he came to Juliet"s side. "You ought to lay her flat, _Juliette_. I know this sort of seizure. Heart of course! My mother died of it."
"Help me to lift her!" said Juliet.
They raised her between them with infinite care and flattened the cushions beneath her. Then Saltash, his queer face full of the most earnest concern began to chafe one of the nerveless hands.
Fielding tramped ceaselessly up and down the room, his head on his chest.
Every time he drew near his wife he glanced at her and swung away again, as one without hope.
After a brief interval the door opened to admit a silent footed butler bearing a tray. Saltash turned upon him swiftly.
"Brandy, Billings? That"s right. And look here! Find Mrs. Parsons!
Tell her a lady has been taken ill in the library! She had better get a bed ready, and have some boiling water handy. Anything else?" He looked at Juliet.
She shook her head. "No, nothing till the doctor comes. I hope he won"t be long."
Saltash poured out some brandy. Fielding came to a standstill behind Juliet, and stood looking on.
"We won"t lift her again," whispered Juliet. "Try a spoon!"
He gave it to her, and she slipped it between the white lips. But there was no sign of life, no attempt to swallow.
"She is dead!" said Fielding heavily.
Saltash glanced at him. "I think not," he said gently. "I"m nearly certain I felt her pulse move just now."
The door opened again, and d.i.c.k entered. He went straight to the squire, and put his arm round his bent shoulders. "There"ll be a doctor here in ten minutes," he said.
Fielding seemed barely to hear the words. "Do you think she"ll ever speak again, d.i.c.k?" he said.
"Please G.o.d she will, sir," said d.i.c.k very steadily.
He kept his arm round Fielding, and in a few moments succeeded in drawing him aside. He put him into a chair by the table, poured out some brandy and water, and made him drink it. Looking up a moment later, he found Saltash"s odd eyes curiously upon him. He returned the look with a conscious sense of antagonism, but Saltash almost immediately turned away.
There followed what seemed an interminable s.p.a.ce of waiting, during which no change of any sort was apparent in the silent figure on the settee.
The blatant bray of the band still sounded in the distance with a flaunting gaiety almost intolerable to those who waited. Saltash frowned as he heard it, but he did not stir from Juliet"s side.
Then, after an eternity of suspense, the sombre-faced butler opened the door again and ushered in the doctor. Saltash went to meet him and brought him to the settee. Fielding got up and came forward.
d.i.c.k stood for a moment, then turned and went back to the conservatory, where a few seconds later Saltash joined him.
"I should like to burn that d.a.m.n band alive!" he remarked as he did so.