"The fact is," he said at last, "I heard in a round-about way that Edward was no longer working for Braunschmidt and Co., and yesterday I took the opportunity to ask Mr Braunschmidt himself."
"Well?"
"Edward left his employment with them nearly a year ago."
"How strange he should have said nothing about it!"
Bateman hesitated, but he had gone so far now that he was obliged to tell the rest. It made him feel dreadfully embarra.s.sed.
"He was fired."
"In heaven"s name what for?"
"It appears they warned him once or twice, and at last they told him to get out. They say he was lazy and incompetent."
"Edward?"
They were silent for a while, and then he saw that Isabel was crying.
Instinctively he seized her hand.
"Oh, my dear, don"t, don"t," he said. "I can"t bear to see it."
She was so unstrung that she let her hand rest in his. He tried to console her.
"It"s incomprehensible, isn"t it? It"s so unlike Edward. I can"t help feeling there must be some mistake."
She did not say anything for a while, and when she spoke it was hesitatingly.
"Has it struck you that there was anything queer in his letters lately?"
she asked, looking away, her eyes all bright with tears.
He did not quite know how to answer.
"I have noticed a change in them," he admitted. "He seems to have lost that high seriousness which I admired so much in him. One would almost think that the things that matter--well, don"t matter."
Isabel did not reply. She was vaguely uneasy.
"Perhaps in his answer to your letter he"ll say when he"s coming home.
All we can do is to wait for that."
Another letter came from Edward for each of them, and still he made no mention of his return; but when he wrote he could not have received Bateman"s enquiry. The next mail would bring them an answer to that. The next mail came, and Bateman brought Isabel the letter he had just received; but the first glance of his face was enough to tell her that he was disconcerted. She read it through carefully and then, with slightly tightened lips, read it again.
"It"s a very strange letter," she said. "I don"t quite understand it."
"One might almost think that he was joshing me," said Bateman, flushing.
"It reads like that, but it must be unintentional. That"s so unlike Edward."
"He says nothing about coming back."
"If I weren"t so confident of his love I should think.... I hardly know what I should think."
It was then that Bateman had broached the scheme which during the afternoon had formed itself in his brain. The firm, founded by his father, in which he was now a partner, a firm which manufactured all manner of motor vehicles, was about to establish agencies in Honolulu, Sidney, and Wellington; and Bateman proposed that himself should go instead of the manager who had been suggested. He could return by Tahiti; in fact, travelling from Wellington, it was inevitable to do so; and he could see Edward.
"There"s some mystery and I"m going to clear it up. That"s the only way to do it."
"Oh, Bateman, how can you be so good and kind?" she exclaimed.
"You know there"s nothing in the world I want more than your happiness, Isabel."
She looked at him and she gave him her hands.
"You"re wonderful, Bateman. I didn"t know there was anyone in the world like you. How can I ever thank you?"
"I don"t want your thanks. I only want to be allowed to help you."
She dropped her eyes and flushed a little. She was so used to him that she had forgotten how handsome he was. He was as tall as Edward and as well made, but he was dark and pale of face, while Edward was ruddy. Of course she knew he loved her. It touched her. She felt very tenderly towards him.
It was from this journey that Bateman Hunter was now returned.
The business part of it took him somewhat longer than he expected and he had much time to think of his two friends. He had come to the conclusion that it could be nothing serious that prevented Edward from coming home, a pride, perhaps, which made him determined to make good before he claimed the bride he adored; but it was a pride that must be reasoned with. Isabel was unhappy. Edward must come back to Chicago with him and marry her at once. A position could be found for him in the works of the Hunter Motor Traction and Automobile Company. Bateman, with a bleeding heart, exulted at the prospect of giving happiness to the two persons he loved best in the world at the cost of his own. He would never marry. He would be G.o.dfather to the children of Edward and Isabel, and many years later when they were both dead he would tell Isabel"s daughter how long, long ago he had loved her mother. Bateman"s eyes were veiled with tears when he pictured this scene to himself.
Meaning to take Edward by surprise he had not cabled to announce his arrival, and when at last he landed at Tahiti he allowed a youth, who said he was the son of the house, to lead him to the Hotel de la Fleur.
He chuckled when he thought of his friend"s amazement on seeing him, the most unexpected of visitors, walk into his office.
"By the way," he asked, as they went along, "can you tell me where I shall find Mr. Edward Barnard?"
"Barnard?" said the youth. "I seem to know the name."
"He"s an American. A tall fellow with light brown hair and blue eyes.
He"s been here over two years."
"Of course. Now I know who you mean. You mean Mr Jackson"s nephew."
"Whose nephew?"
"Mr Arnold Jackson."
"I don"t think we"re speaking of the same person," answered Bateman, frigidly.
He was startled. It was queer that Arnold Jackson, known apparently to all and sundry, should live here under the disgraceful name in which he had been convicted. But Bateman could not imagine whom it was that he pa.s.sed off as his nephew. Mrs Longstaffe was his only sister and he had never had a brother. The young man by his side talked volubly in an English that had something in it of the intonation of a foreign tongue, and Bateman, with a sidelong glance, saw, what he had not noticed before, that there was in him a good deal of native blood. A touch of hauteur involuntarily entered into his manner. They reached the hotel.
When he had arranged about his room Bateman asked to be directed to the premises of Braunschmidt & Co. They were on the front, facing the lagoon, and, glad to feel the solid earth under his feet after eight days at sea, he sauntered down the sunny road to the water"s edge.
Having found the place he sought, Bateman sent in his card to the manager and was led through a lofty barn-like room, half store and half warehouse, to an office in which sat a stout, spectacled, bald-headed man.
"Can you tell me where I shall find Mr Edward Barnard? I understand he was in this office for some time."
"That is so. I don"t know just where he is."
"But I thought he came here with a particular recommendation from Mr Braunschmidt. I know Mr Braunschmidt very well."