"There"s something else, sir," he said, after a pause. "I"ve found out that she"s giving the General things to drink."
"Hilda?" Derry said, incredulously. "Oh, surely not, Bronson, The Doctor has given her strict orders--."
"She"s got a bottle behind the books, and she pours him a gla.s.s right after dinner, and another before he goes to sleep, and--and--you know he"d sell his soul for the stuff, Mr. Derry."
Derry did know. It had been the shame of all his youthful years that his father should stoop to subterfuge, to falsehood, to everything that was foreign to his native sense of honor and honesty, for a taste of that which his abnormal appet.i.te demanded.
"If anyone had told me but you, Bronson, I wouldn"t have believed it."
"I didn"t want to tell you, but I had to. You can see that, can"t you, sir?"
"Yes. But how in the world did she know where the diamonds were?"
"He gave her his key one day when I was there--made me get it off his ring. He sent her for your picture--the one that your mother used to wear. I thought then that he wasn"t quite right in his head, with the fever and all, or he would have sent me. But a woman like that--"
"Dr. McKenzie has the greatest confidence in her."
"I know, sir, and she"s probably played square with him--but she ain"t playing square here."
"It can"t go on, of course. I shall have to tell McKenzie."
Bronson protested nervously. "If she puts her word against mine, who but you will believe me? I"d rather you saw it yourself, Mr. Derry, and left my name out of it."
"But I can"t sit on the steps and watch."
"No, sir, but you can come in unexpected from the outside--when I flash on the third floor light for you."
Derry slept little that night. Ahead of him stretched twenty-four hours of suspense--twenty-four hours in which he would have to think of this thing which was hidden in the big house in which his mother had reigned.
In the weeks since he had met Jean, he had managed to thrust it into the back of his mind--he had, indeed, in the midst of his happiness, forgotten his bitterness, his sense of injustice--he wondered if he had not in a sense forgotten his patriotism. Life had seemed so good, his moments with Jean so transcendent--there had been no room for anything else.
But now he was to take up again the burden which he had dropped. He was to consider his problem from a new angle. How could he bring Jean here? How could he let her clear young eyes rest on that which he and his mother had seen? How could he set, as it were, all of this sordidness against her sweetness? Money could, of course, do much.
But his promise held him to watchfulness, to brooding care, to residence beneath this roof. His bride would be the General"s daughter, she would live in the General"s house, she would live, too, beneath the shadow of the General"s tragic fault.
Yet--she was a brave little thing. He comforted himself with that.
And she loved him. He slept at last with a desperate prayer on his lips that some new vision might be granted him on the morrow.
But the first news that came over the telephone was of Jean"s flitting.
"Daddy wants me to go with him to our old place in Maryland. He has some business which takes him there, and we shall be gone two days."
"Two days?"
"Yes. We are to motor up."
"Can"t I go with you?"
"I think--Daddy wants me to himself. You won"t mind, Derry--some day you"ll have me all the time."
"But I need you now, dearest."
"Do you really," delightedly. "It doesn"t seem as if you could--"
"If you knew how much."
She could not know. He hung up the receiver. The day stretched out before him, blank.
But it pa.s.sed, of course. And Hilda, having slept her allotted number of hours, was up in time to superintend the serving of the General"s dinner. Later, Derry stopped at the door to say that he was going to the theater and might be called there. The General, propped against his pillows and clothed in a gorgeous mandarin coat, looked wrinkled and old. The ruddiness had faded from his cheeks, and he was much thinner.
Hilda, sitting by the little table, showed all the contrast of youth and bloom. Her long hands lay flat on the table. Derry had a fantastic feeling, as if a white cat watched him under the lamp.
"Are you going alone, son?" the General asked.
"Yes."
"Why don"t you take a girl?" craftily.
Derry smiled.
"The only girl I should care to take is out of town."
The white cat purred. "Lucky girl to be the only one."
Derry"s manner stiffened. "You are good to think so."
After Derry had gone, Hilda said, "You see, it is Jean McKenzie. The Doctor said that he and Jean would be up in Maryland for a day or two.
She has a good time. She doesn"t know what it means to be poor, not as I know it. She doesn"t know what it means to go without the pretty things that women long for. You wouldn"t believe it, General, but when I was a little girl, I used to stand in front of shop windows and wonder if other girls really wore the slippers and fans and parasols.
And when I went to Dr. McKenzie"s, and saw Jean in her silk dressing gowns, and her pink slippers and her lace caps, she seemed to me like a lady in a play. I"ve worn my uniforms since I took my nurse"s training, and before that I wore the uniform of an Orphans" Home. I--I don"t know why I am telling you all this--only it doesn"t seem quite fair, does it?"
He had all of an old man"s sympathy for a lovely woman in distress. He had all of any man"s desire to play Cophetua.
"Look here," he said. "You get yourself a pink parasol and a fan and a silk dress. I"d like to see you wear them."
She shook her head. "What should I do with things like that?" Her voice had a note of wistfulness. "A woman in my position must be careful."
"But I want you to have the things," he persisted.
"I shouldn"t have a place to wear them," sadly. "No, you are very good to offer them. But I mustn"t."
The General slept after that. Hilda read under the lamp--a white cat watched by a little old terrier on the stairs!
And now the big house was very still. There were lights in the halls of the first and second floors. Bronson crouching in the darkness of the third landing was glad of the company of the painted lady on the stairs. He knew she would approve of what he was doing. For years he had served her in such matters as this, saving her husband from himself. When Derry was too small, too ignorant of evil, too innocent, to be told things, it was to the old servant that she had come.
He remembered a certain night. She was young then and new to her task.
She and the General had been dining at one of the Legations. She was in pale blue and very appealing. When Bronson had opened the door, she had come in alone.
"Oh, the General, the General, Bronson," she had said. "We"ve got to go after him."
She was shaking with the dread of it, and Bronson had said, "Hadn"t you better wait, ma"am?"