"But why? Why should I? What does this man with an absurd name want of me?"
Jones pulled at a cuff. "Well, look at it from this angle. Before you discovered that your marriage was a sham, you were prepared to a.s.sume a few obligations and some of them may still subsist. The man with the absurd name can tell you what they are. Surely you are not a slacker.
This is war-time."
With that abandonment which is so gracious in a woman, Ca.s.sy half raised a hand. "My front line is wavering."
Jones reached for his hat. "Over the top then!"
Under the table they crawled.
x.x.xIV
"Your very obedient servant, madam."
With that and a fine bow, Dunwoodie greeted Ca.s.sy when Jones had succeeded in getting her into the inner and airy office. The old ruffian drew a chair.
"Do me the honour."
Ca.s.sy sat down. What a funny old man, she thought.
Jones addressing the door, remarked dreamily: "Pendente lite, I will renew my acquaintance with Swinburne"s "Espousals.""
Dunwoodie glared. "You will find it in the library." Then he sat down, folded his hands on his waistcoat and smiled at Ca.s.sy. "Nice day."
"Very."
"Down here often?"
Ca.s.sy shook her docked hair. "No, and I don"t at all know why I am here now. I do know though, and I may as well tell you at once, I have no intention of making a fuss."
Dunwoodie"s smile, a smile quasi-ogrish, semi-paternal, expanded. "If our Potsdam friend only resembled you!"
For a young woman so recently and doubly bereaved, Ca.s.sy"s blue smock and yellow skirt seemed to him properly subdued. Moreover, from a word that Jones had dropped, he realised that wealth had not presided at their selection.
He twirled his thumbs. "But let me ask, what may your full name be?"
"Bianca Cara."
"Hum! Ha! Most becoming. And how young are you?"
Well, I like that! thought Ca.s.sy, who answered: "Twenty-one."
Dunwoodie crossed his legs. "You think me an impertinent old man. I don"t mean to be impertinent. I take a great interest in you."
"Very good of you, I"m sure."
"Not at all. Is your grandmother living?"
"For heaven"s sake! You did not know her, did you?"
"No, but I stand ready to take her place."
"You would find it difficult. She is buried in Portugal."
"The place of your grandfather then, the place of any one whom you can trust."
"But why?"
"Well, let me ask. What are your plans?"
"My plans? Mr. Jones asked me that. I have a sort of a voice and I am looking for an engagement. But the season is ending. Then too I am told I ought to change my name. I won"t do it."
"Hum! Ha! But it appears that you have."
He"s crazy too, thought Ca.s.sy, who said: "I don"t know what you are talking about."
Dunwoodie extracted his towel. "Why, my dear young lady, you are Mrs.
Paliser."
Ca.s.sy flushed. "I am nothing of the kind. I don"t know how you got such an idea."
Dunwoodie, quite as though he were doing some hard thinking, folded and refolded that towel which was his handkerchief. "Yet you married Montagu Paliser, Jr., did you not?"
"Not at all. That is I thought I did, but the man who performed the ceremony was a gardener."
"Dear me! Is it possible! And where was this?"
What is it to you? thought Ca.s.sy. "At Paliser Place, if you must know."
"And when did it occur?"
"Really, Mr. Dunwoodie, I can"t see why you are putting me through this examination, but if it is of any benefit to you, it happened just five days before he died."
"Anybody about?"
"Oh, yes. There were two other servants who enjoyed it very much. I heard them laughing and I don"t blame them. It was a rare treat. A child would have laughed at it. All my fault too. I behaved like a ninny. But my great mistake was in telling my father. I would give the world if I had not. Won"t you please send for Mr. Jones? As I told you, I don"t know why I am here."
Dunwoodie shook out the towel. "You must blame him then. He said you were Paliser"s widow."
"Well, you see I am not."
"Yet you consented to be his wife."
"Whose? Mr. Jones"?"