"You--you are going back?" she questioned, her breath short.
"To-night," he told her. "I"ve had enough. I"ll get the boat at Calcutta that brought me."
She tried to realize the situation, but she couldn"t in the least. It was all most extraordinary--she knew that. Nine years ago she had been tumultuously in love with this hulking cousin of hers.
Then, on sheer impulse, instigated by the devil within her, yet without the faintest thought of disloyalty, she had flirted riotously with the new curate, and Nibbetts had gone away to war in South Africa in a pet, without so much as a word of farewell.
In an incredibly short time had come the tidings of his death, and what with her crushing sense of irreparable loss and her ravening conscience all the world changed its colors from gay to dun.
Now the nine years of intervening s.p.a.ce had rolled themselves into a pellet and dropped out of the actual. There was nothing real in time or place but this--he was there across the little room, alive, whole; and she was here, and they were talking as if yesterday had dated their parting. It was most extraordinary.
He was going so soon, too, and she had so much, so very much, to say.
"But you mustn"t," she said simply.
In his answering look was amused amazement. "Oh, I mustn"t, eh? And why mustn"t I?"
"Do I have to tell you?" But her eyes were turned away.
"Yes, if you wish me to understand."
"Have--have you forgotten--everything?" And still she did not face him.
He turned sidewise and laid his left arm along the mantel-shelf to rest his injured hand.
"Most things," he answered, "thank G.o.d!" And when she did not speak he added: "You set me so fine an example in expeditious forgetting, remember, I had to profit by it."
"I never forgot," was her denial.
"For one who never forgot, you managed to mess things up a great deal, it seems to me."
"I think I was mad," she admitted, her eyes on the floor.
"I doubt if you were ever anything else," he told her bluntly. "And a man"s a fool to trust a mad woman."
"Oh, I"m sane now," Nina told him. "Quite, quite sane. And I was hoping--" She paused, uncertain of her phrasing.
"Yes," he encouraged dubiously.
"That you might help me to put things straight," she finished.
He was not altogether sure of her meaning, but he chose to put upon it the worst possible construction.
"Why not let your friend of last night a.s.sist?" he asked coolly. "He seems rather expert with firearms. Mistakes are so easy, you know. He could shoot at the bronze cobra again, for instance, and aim a little high."
And at that she faced him.
"You never used to be so bitter," she said. "You can"t think what you"re saying."
"I"ve fed on bitterness. I always think the worst, and I"m usually justified. I can"t see any way to undo your tangle except by murder!"
Nina shivered, and Kneedrock saw it; but she said nothing.
"I"m glad you didn"t pretend to be shocked," he told her. "Only as a rule you"re not very keen on quick deaths. You prefer the cat-and-mouse process. You like to play with your victim before adding the final finishing stroke."
"Who"s catty now?" she asked simply.
But he made no answer. He moved over to the sofa where lay his hat and walking-stick and took them up.
"Better wait until I"m out of India," he went on cynically. "I might be brought back to testify, and that would be awkward."
"You"re going now?" she asked distressfully.
"Only to the hotel. I can"t sail until the twenty-seventh. Would you mind waiting until after the first?"
"But you haven"t told me a thing," she deplored, ignoring his cruel implication. "Where have you been all the years? What have you been doing? Why have you hidden yourself? There is so much I want to know."
"There is so much you"ll never know," he returned. "Why bother with any of it? The t.i.tle dies with me. I"m not robbing any one, remember."
"You"re robbing me," she said desperately, and took a step toward him.
"Oh, Hal, if you only knew!"
He retreated a pace, smiling grimly.
"I"ll have to ask you to stop that sort of thing, Nina," he said gravely. "You may as well know at once that I won"t listen to it."
She sank down upon the sofa where his hat and stick had been, a red lip held by white teeth to check its quivering.
Kneedrock moved toward the door.
Abruptly, swept by a wave of impetuosity, she sprang up and ran to him.
"Hal! Hal! Take me with you. I won"t--I can"t let you go from me again!"
Already he had swung the door ajar and stood now in the opening.
"I"m afraid you"ll have to," he said, his tone cold and hard as steel.
"Still I"m glad you asked me. It has paid me for coming half-way round the world."
The door swung sharply shut with Kneedrock on the outside.
At the same moment the door at the opposite end of the room opened, and Jane Ramsay stood on the threshold.
"I was peeping," she cried. "He"s homelier even than his name. And--and I hate him!"
"So do I," cried Nina, bracing herself. But she didn"t in the least; and Jane Ramsay knew she didn"t.
When Colonel Darling returned from parade the _ayah_ was gone from the pa.s.sage-way outside his wife"s room. He entered to find Nina up and dressed. And he found her quite ready to answer his questions.