"You are not retiring yet?" he asked.
She scarcely glanced at him. She would not give herself time to be disconcerted.
"I am coming down again," she said, and ran on.
Barely a quarter of an hour after the encounter with Caryl, dressed in a long dark motoring coat and closely veiled, she slipped down the back stairs that led to the servants" quarters, stood listening against a baize door that led into the front hall, then whisked it open and fled across to open the conservatory door, noiseless as a shadow.
The conservatory was in semi-darkness. She expected to see no one; looked for no one. A moment she paused by the door that led into the garden, and in that pause she heard a slight sound. It might have been anything. It probably was a creak from one of the wicker chairs that stood in a corner. Whatever its origin, it startled her to greater haste. She fumbled at the door and pulled it open.
A gust of wind and rain blew in upon her, but she was scarcely aware of it. In another moment she had softly closed the door again and was scudding across the terrace to the steps that led towards the river path.
As she reached it a light shone out in front of her, wavered, and was gone.
"This way to freedom, lady mine," said Brandon"s voice close to her, and she heard in it the laugh he did not utter. "Mind you don"t tumble in."
His hand touched her arm, closed upon it, drew her to his side. In another instant it encircled her, but she pushed him vehemently away.
"Let us go!" she said feverishly. "Let us go!"
"Come along then," he said gaily. "The boat is just here. You"ll have to hold the lantern. Mind how you get on board."
As he pushed out from the bank, he told her something of his arrangements.
"There"s a motor waiting--not the one Polly usually hires, but it"s quite a decent little car. By the way, she has gone straight up to Town from Wynhampton; said we should do our eloping best alone. We shan"t be quite alone, though, for Fricker is going to drive us. But he"s a negligible quant.i.ty, eh? His only virtue is that he isn"t afraid of driving in the dark."
"You will take me to Mrs. Lockyard?" said Doris quickly.
"Of course. She is at her flat, she and Mrs. Fricker. We shall be there soon after midnight, all being well. Confound this stream! It swirls like a mill-race."
He fell silent, and devoted all his attention to reaching the farther bank.
Doris sat with the lantern in her hands, striving desperately to control her nervous excitement. Her absence could not have been discovered yet, she was sure, but she was in a fever of anxiety notwithstanding. She would not feel safe until she was actually on the road.
The boat b.u.mped at last against the bank, and she drew a breath of relief. The journey had seemed interminable.
Suddenly through the windy darkness there came to them the hoot of a motor-horn.
"That"s all right," said Brandon cheerily. "That"s Fricker, wanting to know if all"s well."
He hurried her over the wet gra.s.s, skirted the house by a side-path that ran between dripping laurels, and brought her out finally into the little front garden.
A glare of acetylene lamps met them abruptly as they emerged, dazzling them for the moment. The buzz of a motor engine also greeted them, and a smell of petrol hung in the wet air.
As her eyes accustomed themselves to the brightness, Doris made out a small closed motor-car, with a masked chauffeur seated at the wheel.
"Good little Fricker!" said Brandon, slapping the chauffeur"s shoulder as he pa.s.sed. "So you"ve got your steam up! Straight ahead then, and as fast as you like. Don"t get run in, that"s all."
He handed Doris into the car, followed her, and slammed the door.
The next moment they pa.s.sed swiftly out on to the road, and Doris knew that the die was cast. She stood finally committed to this, the wildest, most desperate venture of her life.
CHAPTER VI
A MASTER STROKE
"Here beginneth," laughed Brandon, sliding his arm around her as she sat tense in every nerve gazing at the rain-blurred window.
She did not heed him; it was almost as if she had not heard. Her hands were tightly clasped upon one another, and her face was turned from him.
There was no lamp inside the car, the only illumination proceeding from those without, showing them the driver huddled over the wheel, but shedding little light into the interior.
He tightened his arm about her, laying his other hand upon her clasped ones.
"By Jove, little girl, you"re cold!" he said.
She was--cold as ice. She parted her fingers stiffly to free them from his grasp.
"I--I"m quite comfortable," she a.s.sured him, without turning her head.
"Please don"t trouble about me."
But he was not to be thus discouraged.
"You can"t be comfortable," he argued. "Why, you"re shivering. Let me see what I can do to make things better."
He tried to draw her to him, but she resisted almost angrily.
"Oh, do leave me alone! I"m not uncomfortable. I"m only thinking."
"Well, don"t be silly!" he urged. "It"s no use thinking at this stage.
The thing is done now, and well done. We shall be man and wife by this time to-morrow. We"ll go to Paris, eh, and have no end of a spree."
"Perhaps," she said, not looking at him or yielding an inch to his persuasion.
It was plain that for some reason she desired to be left in peace, and after a brief struggle with himself, Brandon decided that he would be wise to let her have her way. He leant back and crossed his arms in silence.
The car sped along at a pace which he found highly satisfactory. He had absolute faith in Fricker"s driving and knowledge of the roads.
They had been travelling for the greater part of an hour, when Doris at length relaxed from her tense att.i.tude and lay back in her corner, nestling into it with a long shiver.
Brandon was instantly on the alert.
"I"m sure you are cold. Here"s a rug here. Let me--"
"Oh, do please leave me alone!" she said, with a sob. "I"m so horribly tired."
Beseechingly almost she laid her hand upon his arm with the words.