"Very well," said Di, speaking kindly, though I knew she would have liked to shake me. "I"m afraid I shall have to run away now, for my partner will think me so rude. What about supper?"
"Oh, I don"t want any. And I shall have gone upstairs before that," I interrupted. "Go now, I don"t need you any more."
"Ring, and send for me if you feel badly again."
"Yes--yes."
By this time she was at the door, and there she turned with a remorseful look in her eyes, as if she had been unkind and was sorry. "Even if you don"t send, I shall come back by and by, when I can, to see how you are," she said. Then she was gone, and I nestled deeper into the sofa cushions, with the feeling that my head was so heavy, it must weigh down the pillows like a stone.
"She was afraid of missing Number 13 with Ivor," I said to myself.
"Well--she"s welcome to it now. I don"t think she"ll enjoy it much--or let him. Oh, I hope they"ll quarrel. I don"t think I"d mind anything, if only I was sure they"d never be nearer to each other. I wish Di would marry Lord Robert. Perhaps then Ivor would turn to me. Oh, my G.o.d, how I hate her--and all beautiful girls, who spoil the lives of women like me."
A shivering fit shook me from head to feet, as I guessed that the time must be coming for Number 13. They were together, perhaps. What if, in spite of all, Ivor should tell Di how he loved her, and they should be engaged? At that thought, I tried to bring on a heart attack, and die; for at least it would chill their happiness if, when Lady Mountstuart"s ball was over, I should be found lying white and dead, like Elaine on her barge. I was holding my breath, with my hand pressed over my heart to feel how it was beating, when the door opened suddenly, and I heard a voice speaking.
CHAPTER II
LISA LISTENS
Someone turned up the light. "I"ll leave you together," said Lord Mountstuart; and the door was closed.
"What could that mean?" I wondered. I had supposed the two men had come in alone, but there must have been a third person. Who could it be? Had Lord Mountstuart been arranging a tete-a-tete between Di and Ivor Dundas?
The thought was like a hand on my throat, choking my life out. I must hear what they had to say to each other.
Without stopping to think more, I rolled over and let myself sink down into the narrow s.p.a.ce between the low couch and the wall, sharply pulling the clinging folds of my chiffon dress after me. Then I lay still, my blood pounding in my temples and ears, and in my nostrils a faint, musty smell from the Oriental stuff that covered the lounge.
I could see nothing from where I lay, except the side of the couch, the wall, and a bit of the ceiling with the gargoyley cornice which Di had mentioned when she wanted to seem indifferent to the subject of our conversation. But I was listening with all my might for what was to come.
"Better lock the door, if you please, Dundas," said a voice, which gave me a shock of surprise, though I knew it well.
Instead of Di, it was the Foreign Secretary who spoke.
"We won"t run the risk of interruptions," he went on, with that slow, clear enunciation of his which most Oxford men have, and keep all their lives, especially men of the college that was his--Balliol. "I told Mountstuart that I wanted a private chat with you. Beyond that, he knows nothing, nor does anyone else except myself. You understand that this conversation of ours, whether anything comes of it or not, is entirely confidential. I have a proposal to make. You"ll agree to it or not, as you choose. But if you don"t agree, forget it, with everything I may have said."
"My services and my memory are both at your disposal," answered Ivor, in such a gay, happy voice that something told me he had already talked with Diana--and that in spite of me she had not snubbed him. "I am honoured--I won"t say flattered, for I"m too much in earnest--that you should place any confidence in me."
I lay there behind the lounge and sneered at this speech of his. Of course, I said to myself, he would be ready to do anything to please the Foreign Secretary, since all the big plums his ambition craved were in the gift of that man.
"Frankly, I"m in a difficulty, and it has occurred to me that you can help me out of it better than anyone else I know," said the smooth, trained voice. "It is a little diplomatic errand you will have to undertake for me tomorrow, if you want to do me a good turn."
"I will undertake it with great pleasure, and carry it through to the best of my ability," replied Ivor.
"I"m sure you can carry it through excellently," said the Foreign Secretary, still fencing. "It will be good practice, if you succeed, for--any future duties in the career which may be opening to you."
"He"s bribing him with that consulship," I thought, beginning to be very curious indeed as to what I might be going to hear. My heart wasn"t beating so thickly now. I could think almost calmly again.
"I thank you for your trust in me," said Ivor.
"A little diplomatic errand," repeated the Foreign Secretary. "In itself the thing is not much: that is, on the face of it. And yet, in its relation with other interests, it becomes a mission of vast importance, incalculable importance. When I have explained, you will see why I apply to you. Indeed, I came to my cousin Mountstuart"s house expressly because I was told you would be at his wife"s ball. My regret is, that the news which brought me in search of you didn"t reach me earlier, for if it had I should have come with my wife, and have got at you in time to send you off--if you agreed to go--to-night. As it is, the matter will have to rest till to-morrow morning. It"s too late for you to catch the midnight boat across the Channel."
"Across the Channel?" echoed Ivor. "You want me to go to France?"
"Yes."
"One could always get across somehow," said Ivor, thoughtfully, "if there were a great hurry."
"There is--the greatest. But in this case, the more haste, the less speed. That is, if you were to rush off, order a special train, and charter a tug or motor boat at Dover, as I suppose you mean, my object would probably be defeated. I came to you because those who are watching this business wouldn"t be likely to guess I had given you a hand in it.
All that you do, however, must be done quietly, with no fuss, no sign of anything unusual going on. It was natural I should come to a ball given by my wife"s sister, whose husband is my cousin. No one knows of this interview of ours: I believe I may make my mind easy on that score, at least. And it is equally natural that you should start on business or pleasure of your own, for Paris to-morrow morning; also that you should meet Mademoiselle de Renzie there."
"Mademoiselle de Renzie!" exclaimed Ivor, off his guard for an instant, and showing plainly that he was taken aback.
"Isn"t she a friend of yours?" asked the Foreign Secretary rather sharply. Though I couldn"t see him, I knew exactly how he would be looking at Ivor, his keen grey eyes narrowed, his clean-shaven lips drawn in, the long, well-shaped hand, of which he is said to be vain, toying with the pale Malmaison pink he always wears in his b.u.t.tonhole.
"Yes, she is a friend of mine," Ivor answered. "But--"
"A "but" already! Perhaps I"d better tell you that the mission has to do with Mademoiselle de Renzie, and, directly, with no one else. She has acted as my agent in Paris."
"Indeed! I didn"t dream that she dabbled in politics."
"And you should not dream it from any word of mine, Mr. Dundas, if it weren"t necessary to be entirely open with you, if you are to help me in this matter. But before we go any further, I must know whether Mademoiselle de Renzie"s connection with this business will for any reason keep you out of it."
"Not if--you need my help," said Ivor, with an effort. "And I beg you won"t suppose that my hesitation has anything to do with Miss de Renzie herself. I have for her the greatest respect and admiration."
"We all have," returned the Foreign Secretary, "especially those who know her best. Among her many virtues, she"s one of the few women who can keep a secret--her own and others. She is a magnificent actress--on the stage and off. And now I have your promise to help me, I must tell you it"s to help her as well: therefore I owe you the whole truth, or you will be handicapped. For several years Mademoiselle de Renzie has done good service--secret service, you must understand--for Great Britain."
"By Jove! Maxine a political spy!" Ivor broke out impulsively.
"That"s rather a hard name, isn"t it? There are better ones. And she"s no traitor to her country, because, as you perhaps know, she"s Polish by birth. I can a.s.sure you we"ve much for which to thank her cleverness and tact--and beauty. For our sakes I"m sorry that she"s serving our interests professionally for the last time. For her own sake, I ought to rejoice, as she"s engaged to be married. And if you can save her from coming to grief over this very ticklish business, she"ll probably live happily ever after. Did you know of her engagement?"
"No," replied Ivor. "I saw Miss de Renzie often when she was acting in London a year ago; but after she went to Paris--of course, she"s very busy and has crowds of friends; and I"ve only crossed once or twice since, on hurried visits; so we haven"t met, or written to each other."
("Very good reason," I thought bitterly, behind my sofa. "You"ve been busy, too--falling in love with Diana Forrest.")
"It hasn"t been announced yet, but I thought as an old friend you might have been told. I believe Mademoiselle wants to surprise everybody when the right time comes--if the poor girl isn"t ruined irretrievably in this affair of ours."
"Is there really serious danger of that?" "The most serious. If you can"t save her, not only will the _Entente Cordiale_ be shaken to its foundations (and I say nothing of my own reputation, which is at stake), but her future happiness will be broken in the crash, and--she says--she will not live to suffer the agony of her loss. She will kill herself if disaster comes; and though suicide is usually the last resource of a coward, Mademoiselle de Renzie is no coward, and I"m inclined to think I should come to the same resolve in her place."
"Tell me what I am to do," said Ivor, evidently moved by the Foreign Secretary"s strange words, and his intense earnestness.
"You will go to Paris by the first train to-morrow morning, without mentioning your intention to anyone; you will drive at once to some hotel where you have never stayed and are not known. I will find means of informing the lady what hotel you choose. You will there give a fict.i.tious name (let us say, George Sandford) and you will take a suite, with a private sitting-room. That done, you will say that you are expecting a lady to call upon you, and will see no one else. You will wait till Mademoiselle de Renzie appears, which will certainly be as soon as she can possibly manage; and when you and she are alone together, sure that you"re not being spied upon, you will put into her hands a small packet which I shall give you before we part to-night."
"It sounds simple enough," said Ivor, "if that"s all."
"It is all. Yet it may be anything but simple."