His motive was to wring from her the words of Maud Petrovitch.
Suddenly he altered his tactics, and, drawing her chair forward again, said:
"Let us sit down and talk of something else. You look pale. May I offer you something?"
"No, thank you," she replied. It was true that his threatening words a few moments ago had upset her, therefore she was glad to be seated again. He evidently did not intend that she should leave yet.
Having re-seated himself near his writing-table, he said: "As I explained, I want you, if you will, to go on a journey for me. The car is awaiting you round in Deanery Street."
"A journey? Is it far?"
"That all depends--if you are prepared to render me this service," he replied.
"I am prepared to render you any service, Mr Statham, that is within my power, and my conscience permits me," she said in a firm voice.
"Ah, now, that"s better. We"re beginning to be friends. When you know me, you will not accuse me of ungentlemanly conduct--especially towards a woman. But," he added with a laugh, "I"m a woman hater. I daresay you"ve heard that about me--eh?"
She smiled also.
"Well--yes. I"ve heard that you are not exactly a ladies" man. But surely you are not alone in the world in that!"
"If all men were like me, Miss Rolfe," he said, "there wouldn"t be much work for the parsons in the matter of marrying."
"You"ve been unfortunate, perhaps, in your female acquaintances," she ventured to suggest. His manner towards her had altered, therefore she was again perfectly at her ease.
"Yes," he sighed. "You have guessed correctly--unfortunate."
And then a dead silence fell, and Marion, watching his face, saw that he was reflecting deeply.
Of a sudden, he looked straight into her face again, and said:
"You have a lover, Miss Rolfe--and you are happy. Is not that so?"
The girl blushed deeply at this unexpected statement. How could the old man possibly know, unless some of the people at Cunnington"s had carried tales to him. Perhaps Mr Warner had told Mr Cunnington, and he had spoken to the millionaire!
"I see," he laughed, "that I"ve spoken the truth. Max Barclay loves you, doesn"t he? He"s a friend of your brother"s. I know him, and allow me to congratulate you. He"s a thoroughly good fellow, and would be better if he"d keep off hazardous speculation."
She did not reply. The old man"s final sentence impressed her. Max"s speculations were hazardous. This was news to her.
"You don"t deny that you love young Barclay, do you?" the old man demanded.
She hesitated, her cheeks crimsoning.
"Well, why should I?" she asked. "He is very good to me--very good, indeed."
"That"s right," he said approvingly. "If I did not think him an honest, upright fellow I should warn you against him. Girls in your dependent position, you know, are too frequently victims of men whom the world call gentlemen. You know that, don"t you?"
"Yes," she answered in a low voice. She was impressed by his solicitude on her behalf. In his eyes was a kindly glance, and she began to declare within herself that she had misjudged him.
"Well," he went on, "when it came to my knowledge that Max Barclay was paying court to you, and that you were seen together of an evening and on Sundays, it gave me great satisfaction. I owe a debt of grat.i.tude to your poor father, Miss Rolfe, and I am endeavouring to repay it to his children. Therefore I admit to you now that more than once I wondered what kind of lover would be yours. I antic.i.p.ated annoyance, but, on the contrary, I have only the most complete satisfaction."
"I am sure, Mr Statham, it is very kind of you to say this. And surely it is very generous of you to take in interest in Charlie and myself."
"It is not a matter of kindness, but a matter of duty," he said. "We were talking of Barclay. How did you meet him?"
"Charlie introduced him to me one Sunday afternoon in the Park."
"And he has promised you marriage? Tell me frankly." She nodded, again blushing deeply.
"Then you have my very heartiest wishes for your future happiness," he declared with a pleasant smile. "Mind I am told the date, so that I can send you the usual teapot!"
Whereat they both laughed in chorus. The old man could be charming when he wished.
"Oh! we shan"t be married for a long time yet, I suppose!" Marion exclaimed. "Max talks of going with a shooting party up the Zambesi next spring. They"ll be away a full year, I expect."
"And you"ll be left all alone?" he said in a tone of surprise. "No, I don"t think he"ll do that. He ought not to leave you alone at Cunnington"s."
"Oh, but he"s going out to Turkey now--in a few days I think. He has some financial business out there. Something which will bring him in a very big sum of money."
"Oh, what"s its nature?" asked the old financier, instantly p.r.i.c.king up his ears.
"I believe it"s a concession from the Sultan for the construction of a railway from some place on the Servian frontier, across Northern Albania, down to San Giovanni di Medua--if I p.r.o.nounce the name aright-- on the Adriatic."
"What!" cried Statham, starting up. "Are you quite certain of this?"
"Yes; why?" she asked, surprised at the sudden effect her words had produced upon him.
"Well--well, because this is a surprise to me, Miss Rolfe," he said.
"Tell me the details, as far as you know them. Has he spoken to you about it?"
"Yes. He is hesitating to go, not wishing to leave me."
"Of course. Did I not tell you so a moment ago?" he remarked with a smile. "But are you aware that this concession, if the Sultan really gives it, is of the greatest importance to the commercial development of the Near East? There are big interests involved, and correspondingly big profits. Curious that I have not heard anything of the scheme lately! It"s a dream that every Balkan statesman has had for the past fifteen years--the creating of an outlet for trade to the Adriatic; but the Sultan could never be induced to allow the line to run through his dominion. He is not too friendly with either Bulgaria or Servia. I thought I was being kept well informed of all the openings in Constantinople where British capital can be employed. Yet I haven"t heard anything of this long discussed scheme for quite a year."
"Your informants believe, perhaps, that it would not interest you?"
"Interest me!" he echoed. "Why, they could not successfully carry it through in London without my aid--or, at least, without my consent.
Whoever is getting the concession--if it is being obtained at all, which I very much doubt--knows full well that in the long run he must come to Sam Statham. Do you happen to know who, besides Barclay, is interested in the scheme?"
"There is a French gentleman--a friend of Max"s--who wants him to go to Constantinople with him."
"What is his name? I may probably know him?"
"Adam--Jean Adam."
"Jean Adam!" gasped the old man. "Jean Adam--a friend of Max Barclay?"
"Yes," she answered, staring at him. "Why?"