"So I thought. But she just popped her head in to tell you that she didn"t know you at all."
Brand smiled.
"Poor lady!" he said. "She, like the rest of us, is perturbed and uneasy.
I imagine she is of a somewhat hysterical temperament."
"That"s so," agreed Pyne.
There were puzzling discrepancies in Mrs. Vansittart"s explanation of her untimely appearance. Evidently, she did not expect to meet him there. She thought she would find the lighthouse-keeper alone. The ready deduction presented itself that when she did encounter Brand she did not wish any third person to be present at the interview.
That Constance"s father had no cause to look at matters in the same light he was quite certain. Anyhow, it was not his affair, and he declined to trouble his head about Mrs. Vansittart"s vagaries.
So the young philosopher lit his pipe and delivered a dictum on the s.e.x.
"Some women," he said, "are made up of contradictions. She is one. I have known her for some time and I thought nothing could phaze her. But there must be a sort of society crust over her emotions, and the wreck broke it. Now, for my part, I like a woman with a clear soul, one in whose eyes you can catch the glint of the inner crystal."
"They are rare," said Brand.
"I suppose so. Indeed, it used to be a mere ideal of mine, built up from books. But they exist, and they are worth looking for."
He waited, lest perchance the other man should take the cue thus offered, but Brand, for the twentieth time, was poring over the records of the days which followed the hurricane reported by a former keeper.
The American pursed his lips.
"He has had a bad time with a woman once in his life," he mused. "It must have been Constance"s mother, and that is why he doesn"t believe in heredity. Well, I guess he"s right."
Had he seen Mrs. Vansittart cowering on her knees outside her bedroom door, he might have found cause for more disturbing reflections. She was crying softly, with her face hidden in her hands.
"Oh, I dare not, I dare not!" she moaned. "I am the most miserable woman in the world. It would have been better if I had gone down with the vessel. The Lord saved me only to punish me. My heart will break. What shall I do? Where shall I hide?"
And her sobbing only ceased when the noise of ascending footsteps drove her into the company of sorrowful women who would nevertheless have forgotten some of their own woes did they but realize her greater anguish.
CHAPTER XIV
THE WAY THEY HAVE IN THE NAVY
"Some people are never satisfied," said Pyne, whilst he helped the cooks by smashing a ham bone with a hammer. The bone had been picked clean of meat and marrow on the first day after the wreck, but it occurred to Enid that if it were broken up and boiled she might procure some sort of nourishment for the two children, who were fast running down in condition.
"What is the matter now?" inquired Constance, whose attentive eyes were hovering between the cooking stove and a distilling kettle.
All the flour and biscuits, with the exception of two tins reserved for extremities, had been used. She was striving to concoct cakes of chocolate out of cocoa, an article more plentiful than any other food of its kind in stock, but water could not be spared, and eating dry powder was difficult to parched palates.
"There are two tug-boats, a trawler, and a Trinity service-boat not half a mile away," said Pyne, "and the cliffs at Land"s End are peppered with people."
"Surely that is satisfactory. Dad told me that the _Falcon_ signaled this morning he was to expect a special effort to be made at half tide on the flow, and not on the ebb as was arranged yesterday."
"Yes, that is all right so far as it goes." Pyne leaned forward with the air of one about to impart information of great value. "But the extraordinary thing is that whilst every man on board those vessels is thinking like steam how best to get into the lighthouse, we are most desperately anxious to get out of it. So you see, as I said before, some people--"
"Oh, dash!" cried Enid, "I"ve gone and burnt my finger all through, listening to your nonsense."
"Are there really many people on the cliffs?" demanded Constance.
Pyne pounded the bone viciously.
"I go out of my way to inform you of a number of interesting and strictly accurate facts," he protested, "and one of you burns her fingers and the other doubts my word. Yet, if I called your skepticism unfeeling, Miss Enid would be angry."
"I don"t know why kettle lids are so cantankerous," said Enid. "They seem to get hot long before the water does."
"The hottest part of any boil is on top," said Pyne.
Enid smiled forgiveness. "I believe you would be cheerful if you were going to be electrocuted," she said, pensively. "Yet, goodness knows, it is hard to keep one"s spirits up this morning. The sea is as bad as ever. What will become of us if we get no relief today?"
"Mr. Pyne," interrupted Constance suddenly, "do you think that any of the men can have gained access to the store-room during the night?"
"I can"t say for sure," he replied. "What has put that into your mind?"
"The purser and I examined all that was left this morning, and we both agreed that some of the things had disappeared. It is very strange."
Pyne was not wholly prepared for this mine being sprung on him. So he essayed to gain time.
"It doesn"t appeal to me in that light. There was a miscalculation about the water. Why not about the food?"
"Because my father went through all the stores personally and portioned them out. Some flour and tinned meat have gone; I am quite sure of it.
The question is--who can have taken them. The flour, at least, must have attracted attention if anybody tried to eat it."
"Did you say all that to the purser?" he asked, suspending his labors and looking at her steadily.
"No. We could not remember exactly what proportion of the various articles there ought to be left."
"Then take my advice, Miss Constance, and keep on forgetting," he said.
A quick flush came into her pale cheeks.
"You are not saying that without good cause?" she murmured.
"I have the best of reasons. If the least hint of such a thing goes round among the men there will be ructions."
Constance went to the door and closed it.
"Enid," she said, "I believe father and Mr. Pyne have got some dreadful plan in their minds which they dare not tell us about."
But the American was not to be cornered in such fashion. He opened the door again and went out, pausing on the threshold to say:
"I wouldn"t venture to guess what might be troubling Mr. Brand, but you can take it from me that what he says, goes. Talk about grasping a nettle firmly, I believe your father would grab a scorpion by the tail if he felt that way."