The Summons

Chapter 65

Jenny came into the room, quietly respectful, and without a trace of apprehension.

"You sent for me, my lady."

"Yes, Jenny."

Jenny closed the door and came forward to the table.

"Do you still persist in your story of this morning?" Lady Splay asked.

"Yes, my lady."

"You did not see your mistress at all after Miss Whitworth had talked with her in the library?"

"No, my lady."

"Jenny, I advise you to be quite sure before you speak."

"I am not to be frightened, my lady," said Jenny Prask, with a spot of bright colour showing suddenly in her cheeks.

"I am not trying to frighten you," Millie Splay returned. "But some unexpected news has reached us which, if you persist, will place you in an awkward position."

Jenny Prask smiled. She turned again to the door.

"Is that all, my lady?"

"You had better hear what the news is."

"As you please, my lady."

Jenny stopped and resumed her position.

"The announcement of Mrs. Croyle"s death appeared in the _Harpoon_ this morning. The news was left at the _Harpoon_ office by a chauffeur with a private car at midnight--Mrs. Croyle"s car."

"It never left the garage last night," said Jenny fiercely.

"You know that for certain?"

"I am engaged to the chauffeur," she replied with a smile; and Millie Splay looked sharply up.

"Oh," she murmured slowly, after a pause. "Thank you, Jenny. Yes, thank you."

The quiet satisfaction of Millie Splay"s voice puzzled Jenny and troubled her security. She watched Lady Splay warily. From that moment her a.s.surance faltered, and with the loss of her ease, she lost something, too, of her respectful manner. A note of impertinence became audible.

"Very happy, I"m sure," she said.

"The motor-car delivered the message at midnight," Lady Splay resumed, "and--this is what I ask your attention to, Jenny--the editor, in order to obtain corroboration of the message before he inserted it in his paper, rang up Rackham Park."

Lady Splay paused for Jenny"s comment, but none was uttered then. Jenny was listening with a concentration of all her thoughts. Here was a new fact of which she was ignorant, creeping into the affair. Whither did it lead? Did it strike her weapon from her hand? Upset her fine plan of avenging her dear mistress"s most unhappy life? She would not believe it.

"He rang up Rackham Park--mark the time, Jenny--at a few minutes after twelve," said Lady Splay impressively, and Jenny"s uneasiness was markedly increased.

"Fancy that!" she returned flippantly. "But I don"t see, my lady, what that has to do with me."

"You will see, Jenny," Lady Splay continued with gentleness. "He got an answer."

Jenny turned that announcement over in her mind.

"An answer, did he?"

"Yes, Jenny, and an answer in a woman"s voice."

A startled cry broke from the lips of Jenny Prask. Her cheeks blanched and horror stared suddenly from her eyes. She understood whose voice it must have been which answered the question from London. Before her, too, the pitiful vision of the lonely woman waiting for the shrill summons of the telephone bell to close the door of life upon her, rose clear; and such a flood of grief and compa.s.sion welled up in her as choked her utterance.

"Oh!" she whispered, moaning.

"Whose voice was it, Jenny?"

At the question Jenny rallied. All the more dearly because of that vision, should Joan Whitworth pay, the shining armour of her young beauty be pierced, her pride be humbled, her indifference turned to shame.

"I can"t think, my lady--unless it was Miss Whitworth"s."

"I asked you to mark the time, Jenny. A few minutes after midnight. Miss Whitworth was at that moment in the supper-room at Harrel. She was seen there. The woman"s voice which answered was either Mrs. Croyle"s or yours."

Nothing could have been quieter or gentler than Millie Splay"s utterance. But it was like a searing iron to the shoulders of Jenny Prask.

"Mine!" The word was launched in a cry of incredulous anger. "It wasn"t mine. Oh, as if I would do such a thing! The idea! Well, I never did!"

"I don"t believe it was yours, Jenny," said Millie Splay.

"Granted, I"m sure," returned Jenny Prask, tossing her head.

"But how many people will agree with me?" Millie Splay went on.

"I don"t care, my lady."

"Don"t you? You will, Jenny," said Millie in a hard and biting tone which contrasted violently with the smoothness of her earlier questions.

"You are trying, very maliciously, to do a great injury to a young girl who had never a thought of hurting your mistress, and you have only succeeded in placing yourself in real danger."

Jenny tried to laugh contemptuously.

"Me in danger! Goodness me, what next, I wonder?"

"Just listen how your story works out, Jenny," and Millie Splay set it out succinctly step by step.

"Mrs. Croyle never took chloroform as a drug. Mrs. Croyle had no troubles. Mrs. Croyle was quite gay this week. Yet she was found dead with a gla.s.s of chloroform arranged between her pillows, so that the fumes must kill her--and Jenny Prask was her maid. A motor-car took the news of Mrs. Croyle"s death to London before it had occurred and took the news from Rackham Park. There was only one motor-car in the garage--Mrs. Croyle"s--and Mrs. Croyle"s chauffeur was engaged to Jenny Prask, Mrs. Croyle"s maid. London then telephones to Rackham Park for corroboration of the news, and a woman"s voice confirms it--an hour before it was true. There are only two women to choose from, Mrs. Croyle and Jenny Prask, her maid. But since Mrs. Croyle never took drugs, and had no troubles or thoughts of suicide and was quite gay, it follows that Jenny Prask----"

At this point Jenny interrupted in a voice in which fear was now very distinctly audible. "Why, you can"t mean--Oh, my lady, you are telling me that--oh!"

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