Josephine received her altogether unexpected visitor that afternoon with a certain amount of trepidation, mingled with considerable distaste. Mr.
Peter Phipps" manner, however, went far towards disarming resentment. He was suave, restrained and exceedingly apologetic.
"If I have taken a liberty in coming to see you, Lady Dredlinton, without a direct invitation, I am going to apologise right away," he said. "I don"t get much of an opportunity of a chat with you while the others are all around, and I felt this afternoon like taking my chance of finding you at home."
"I am always glad to see my husband"s friends," Josephine replied a little stiffly. "As a matter of fact, however, I was surprised to see you because I left word that I was at home to only one caller."
"Fortunate person!" Mr. Phipps declared with a sigh. "May I sit down?"
"Certainly," was the somewhat cold a.s.sent. "If you really have anything to say to me, perhaps you had better let me know what it is at once."
Peter Phipps was a man whose life had been spent in facing and overcoming difficulties, but as he took the chair to which Josephine had somewhat ungraciously pointed, he was compelled to admit to himself that he was confronted with a task which might well tax his astuteness to the utmost. To begin with he made use of one of his favourite weapons,--silence. He sat quite still, studying the situation, and in those few moments Josephine found herself studying him. He was tall, over six feet, with burly shoulders, a thickset body, and legs rather short for his height. He was clean-shaven, his hair was a sandy grey, his complexion florid, his eyes blue and piercing. His upper lip was long, and his mouth, when closed, rather resembled some sort of a trap. He was dressed with care, almost with distinction. But for his p.r.o.nounced American accent, he would probably have been taken for a Scandinavian.
"Did you come here to improve your acquaintance with the interior of my sitting room?" Josephine asked, a little irritated at last by his silence.
He shook his head.
"I should say not. I came, Lady Dredlinton, to talk to you about your husband."
"Then if you will allow me to say so," Josephine replied, "you have come upon a very purposeless errand. I do not discuss my husband with any one, for reasons which I think we need not go into."
Peter Phipps leaned forward in his chair. It was a favourite att.i.tude of his, and one which had won him many successes.
"See here, Lady Dredlinton," he began, "you don"t like me. That"s my misfortune, but it don"t affect the matter as it stands at present between us. I have a kindly feeling for your husband, and I have--a feeling for you which I won"t at present presume to refer to."
"Perhaps," Josephine said calmly, "you had better not."
"That feeling," Phipps went on, "has brought me here this afternoon. Your husband is not playing the game with us any more than he is with you."
"What do you know--"
"Let"s cut that out, shall we," he interrupted, "Let"s talk like a sensible man and woman. Do you want us to drop your husband out of the B.
& I. Board?"
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure," Josephine a.s.sured him. "I cannot imagine why you ever put him on."
Peter Phipps was a little staggered.
"Perhaps you don"t know," he said, "that your husband"s salary for doing nothing is four thousand pounds a year."
"I suppose you think him worth that," Josephine answered coldly, "or you would not pay it."
"He is worth nothing at all," Phipps declared bluntly. "I put him on the Board and I am paying him four thousand a year for a reason which I am surprised you have never guessed."
"How on earth should I?" Josephine demanded. "I know nothing whatever about business. On the face of it, I should think you were mad."
"We will leave the reason for Lord Dredlinton"s appointment alone for the moment," Phipps continued. "I imagined that it would be gratifying to you. I imagined that the four thousand a year would be of some account in your housekeeping."
"You were entirely wrong, then," Josephine replied. "Whatever Lord Dredlinton may draw from your company, he has kept. Not one penny of it has come to me, directly or indirectly."
Phipps was staggered. He did not doubt for a second, however, that he was listening to the truth.
"Say, this is the worst thing ever!" he declared. "Why, what do you suppose your husband does with the money?"
"I have no idea, nor have I any interest."
"Come, come!" Phipps murmured. "That"s bad. Of course," he went on, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched his companion closely, as though to estimate the effect of his words, "of course, I knew that Lord Dredlinton had other interests in life besides his domestic ones, but I had no idea that he carried things to such a length."
Josephine glanced at the clock.
"Will you forgive my saying that up to the present you have not offered me any sufficient explanation as to the reason for your visit?"
"I was coming to it," he a.s.sured her. "To tell you the truth, you"ve rather cut the ground away from under my feet, I was coming to tell you that Lord Dredlinton had drawn money from the company to which he was not ent.i.tled, besides having overdrawn his salary to a considerable extent.
The cashier has pointed out to me serious irregularities. I came to you to know what I was to do."
"I cannot conceive a person less able to advise you," she answered. "I have said before that my husband"s connection with your company is one which I dislike extremely, and I should be delighted to hear that it was ended."
"If it were ended at the present moment," Phipps said slowly, "it would, I fear, be under somewhat painful circ.u.mstances."
"What do you mean?" Josephine demanded.
"What I very much hate to put into plain words. Your husband has used money of the company"s to which he has no right. I have been paying him four thousand a year, hoping that indirectly I was benefiting you. He has deceived me. I see no reason why I should spare him. The last money he drew from the company--his action in drawing it amounts to a criminal misdemeanour."
"Do you mean that you will prosecute him?"
"Why not?"
Josephine for the first time showed signs of disturbance.
"Is this what you came to tell me?" she asked.
"In a sense, yes!"
"What is the amount?"
"The specific amount in question is a thousand pounds."
"And do you want me to find it to save my husband from prison?"
Mr. Phipps was shocked.
"My dear lady," he protested, "you have utterly and entirely misunderstood me."
"I am not so sure about that," she answered.
"You have misunderstood me if you imagine for a moment that I came here to ask you to make up the amount of your husband"s defalcations."
"What did you come for, then?"