In the act of following, the fact of the m.u.f.fled cry recurred to him.
Was it possible that the bullet, ricochetting from the metal casting, had found a mark beyond the window?
With one foot across the sill a scream seemed to stop his heart from beating. Certainly it held him motionless for a second or more. Yet he recovered himself in time--just in time--to catch Nina in his arms as she staggered backward, stunned and half-fainting. Nor was it any wonder that she screamed and was stunned and half-fainted.
For fate chose that moment for making her "silly dream" come true. She had seen a ghost on the veranda.
CHAPTER IV
A White Slipper and a Red Stain
The native servants, startled by the pistol-shot, flocked in haste to the veranda. In the lead was Jowar, the Darlings" _khitmatgar_, whom Nina hated. And he saw her in Andrews"s arms.
It was only for an instant, however. The presence of Jowar revived her like a cold shower, and she stood on her own feet with her chin in the air.
"I saw a man running," she explained. "It must have been he that shot through the window. Oh, how frightened I was!"
The _khitmatgar_ inquired as to which way the miscreant had run, and Nina pointed in exactly the opposite direction from that in which she had been facing when she staggered back into young Andrews"s embrace.
Jowar set off in pursuit instantly, and the others followed. All, that is, save Nina"s _ayah_, who opportunely produced a bottle of smelling-salts and pa.s.sed it to the _mem-sahib_.
Sniffing at it, Mrs. Darling dismissed her.
When Nina and Andrews were back in the drawing-room and again quite alone he saw that she was still trembling. Moreover, in spite of the ruddy glow from the single lamp in the corner, she was as pallid as ashes.
"Dearest," he murmured, hastily encircling her slim waist with a supporting arm, "you are wonderful! Any other woman would be in hysterics."
Very gently she extricated herself from his embrace.
"I haven"t lived five years in India for nothing," she said.
"But what was it?" he asked. "Why did you want me to shoot? Why--"
"I fancied that devilish _khitmatgar_ was spying again," she hastened to answer, slipping into a chair. "I saw something move--out there."
"And so you made me shoot at the bronze?"
"It"s a very realistic bronze, isn"t it?" she asked.
But he didn"t answer. "Was it the _khitmatgar_?" he pressed.
And now she didn"t answer.
"The bronze was a present," she went on instead. "Do you mind setting it upright again?"
He did so. "Odd I never saw it before," was his comment. "I thought I"d seen everything in this room. When I was here two days ago it seemed to me that every object spoke of you. I missed nothing. And yet--"
"That came this morning," she told him. "A gift without a card."
Young Andrews frowned.
"It"s a horrid thing," he said. "I don"t like it."
"It"s beautiful!"
"It"s ill-omened. I feel it is."
He saw her shiver again, but she tried to smile. Her pallor had grown no less.
"Tell me," he insisted, "_was_ it the _khitmatgar_, do you think?"
"Who else could it have been? He will tell Jack Darling he saw me in your arms. And then--Hadn"t you better be going? Aren"t you overdue in Junnar?"
"And leave you? Never!"
"But you must," she said calmly.
"When I go you go with me. Now that I know you love me--"
"I never said I loved you. I don"t. I can"t. I love but one man. I know it now as never before. For just a moment I thought--" And there she stopped.
"You thought?" he questioned, suddenly agitated.
"I thought I might forget. I thought perhaps you could make me forget. I was, you see, so utterly weary of everything."
"You were right," he cried earnestly. "I can make you forget. I"ll give my whole life to it. I"ll--"
He bent over her, but she drew away quickly with a gesture of repulsion, which Andrews was quick to note. It cut him cruelly, and he stepped back, pained and crestfallen.
In the instant of silence that ensued he swept her with a devouring gaze from head to foot. Was he to lose her again--now, when for a second time he had been so sure?
One dainty, white-shod foot was stretched out from beneath her skirt, and as his eyes reached it a dark, smearlike stain across the toe arrested his attention and awoke a question. Impulsively he dropped to one knee and swept a finger across it.
"Nina!" he cried, springing up again, a note of alarm in his voice.
"Look! There is blood on your slipper. It couldn"t have been the _khitmatgar_. The bullet ricochetted and wounded some one. Who was it?"
She leaned forward, her heart pounding with sudden horror, and saw it for herself.
"But how--" she queried, her breath short and quick.
"From the shrubbery at the side of the veranda. Your foot must have touched the leaves. If it had been the _khitmatgar_ who was bleeding like that he couldn"t have hidden it."
She was up in an instant, crying: "What have I done? Oh, what have I done?"
"Between us," said Andrews, "we"ve managed to wing some prowling beggar of a native, I fancy. That"s all." He said it in an effort to pacify her, but he knew in his heart that it was no native.