"I am sorely pressed for time or I should have written Mrs. Hendrie fully on the subject. But, as this would have entailed two long letters of explanation, and since it is imperative to write you upon other matters relating to the work in hand, I must ask you to convey my apologies to my wife for thus sending her instructions through a third party. Any way, this letter is only precautionary lest I should not be able to reach Deep Willows as I hope to."
Just for one moment, while reading, Monica had experienced the slightest feeling of pique that her husband should have chosen Angus as the recipient of his instructions for herself. But such smallness was quickly banished as she read on to the end of the letter, through a perfect maze of intricate orders and countermandings of affairs connected with Deep Willows. She realized that it would have been perfectly ridiculous to send this letter to her, and as he was "sorely pressed for time" the excuse was more than sufficient.
So she readily entered into the discussion which followed her reading of the letter. Even if he did not reach Deep Willows she was to rejoin her husband _permanently_, and this was far more to her taste than to work apart from him, even though she knew it was in his best interests.
In the discussion Angus surpa.s.sed himself for interest and amiability, and Monica found herself wondering how it was she had hitherto had such a dislike for him. Had she only known it the man was only carrying out secret instructions, which became all the more easy since the change of plans had left him free from the nightmare of leaving Deep Willows, which had pursued him for so many days.
Yes, Angus found it very pleasant, very easy talking to this brilliantly handsome woman, whose physical charms might well have found warmth in an iceberg. And, curiously enough, now that her husband was aware of what he believed to be the laxity of her morals, he no longer viewed them with so much resentment.
So pleasant did he make himself, so interesting in his wide knowledge of her husband"s affairs, that Monica found herself talking on and on, with no thought of the rapidly pa.s.sing time. She was utterly absorbed in the man whose life she shared, absorbed to the exclusion of all else--even the waiting Frank.
Now they were considering Hendrie"s possible return that night. Angus had done his work, and was waiting, sitting there expectantly till the time of the final development which was yet to come.
"It"ll need to be a "special," mam," he said, with a smile.
Monica laughed lightly.
"Then let it be a "special." That, and his automobile, will serve him well enough. You see----"
She broke off listening. Faintly, but quite distinctly, the low purr of a high-powered car penetrated the dense atmosphere of the office.
Angus started up. He, too, heard the sound, and he turned to the waiting woman.
"Guess it was a "special" all right. Say----"
He broke off as his narrow eyes took in the expression of Monica"s face. He ran to her side as though to support her.
"You"re faint, mam!" he cried. "It"s the heat of this room. It"s----"
But Monica shook him off. Her face was deadly pale, and she stood supporting herself against the arm of her chair. Her eyes were alight with a dreadful alarm, as she gazed incredulously at the hands of the clock on the desk.
It was half-past one, and all this time Frank had been waiting in the library for her. The thought of her folly and carelessness was maddening. She would never, never forgive herself if harm came through it. Harm? It must not. She must get away at once. She must give him warning.
Then she remembered her companion. His sharp eyes were upon her. With a great effort she pulled herself together. It would be fatal for him to realize the truth of her feelings. She forced herself to a rea.s.suring smile.
"It"s nothing," she said, pa.s.sing one hand wearily across her forehead.
"Just the heat of the room."
Angus"s face remained a picture of concern, and she was satisfied.
"I"ll go and open the front door," she said, with studied calmness.
"Everybody is in bed. I----"
Angus had turned to the door, and now opened it. In doing so Monica"s attempt to leave the room was frustrated, for he raised a warning hand, and she found herself forced to listen as well.
Presently his eyes met hers.
"Guess you don"t need to worry with that door," he said. "He"s coming along over the upper trail. He"ll pa.s.s us here."
So Monica had no alternative. She must remain. And this knowledge threw her into a fresh fever of apprehension. She searched for further excuse. But none was forthcoming. Her tumultuous brain refused to serve her, and, in a few moments, there came the ominous metallic clank as the clutch was released, and the breaks drew the millionaire"s machine to a standstill at the door.
It was too late. Already her husband"s voice could be heard talking to the chauffeur.
"Hand me that suit case and leave the rest in the car," he said. "You best get to bed, and be ready for an early start tomorrow."
There was nothing left for Monica but to go out and meet him.
In spite of her trouble it was good to see her husband again. But even while she listened to his greeting the thought whirled through her brain, had Frank heard his arrival, too? Had he made good his escape?
"Why, Mon, this is great. I hadn"t expected it."
Hendrie spoke heartily. There was no mistaking the delight of his manner, and the troubled woman felt a thrill of satisfaction, even though danger was pressing.
"Gee, I"ve moved some to get here," he went on. Then he came up to her as she stood in the doorway, and, under the watchful eyes of Angus, embraced her warmly.
For a moment he stood her off at arm"s length.
"But what are you doing up at this hour?" he demanded, with pretended severity. Then he turned to his manager with a laugh. "Keeping late hours with you, Angus, my friend? It won"t do."
"You"ve got your own letter to blame for that, Alec," retorted Monica.
"If you must send messages to your wife through Angus--you must expect the--unexpected." She laughed in spite of her anxiety.
Hendrie responded with a smile.
"Well, as long as he"s told you everything I"ll forgive him--this time.
Say,"--he drew out his cigar case and carefully selected a cigar. His eyes were shadowed for a moment, and their expression was hidden from his wife--"will you be able to start East first thing to-morrow.
It"s--important."
There was emphasis in his last remark, and the eyes he raised to his wife"s face were gently commanding.
Monica took him literally. She was only too glad to be able to fall in with his wishes.
"Why yes, dear," she said at once. "We can go on ahead, and Margaret can pack up and follow later. That will be quite easy."
The command died out of the man"s eyes as he surveyed her. She was very, very beautiful as she stood there in the lamplight. Her fascination for him was enormous. Then her readiness to please him. No one but a man afflicted with his insane jealousy could have doubted her perfect, utter devotion to him.
But Hendrie was an unusual man. His extraordinary powers were so abnormally developed that perhaps there was a slight lack of balance.
The driving force which urged him left him little margin for the more subtle understanding of human nature. He lived at fever heat. He had no desire to seek understanding through tolerance. It was for him to dominate. It was for him to bend, and even break, those who ran foul of his will.
"Splendid, Mon," he cried, as he pierced the end of his cigar and placed it firmly between his teeth. "You"re always ready to help me.
Splendid." His eyes shot a quick glance at Angus, who was standing watchfully by.
"Now see, Mon," he went on. "You best get right off to bed. It"s devilish late, and you"ve got some journey in front of you. Just give me half an hour with Angus while I smoke this cigar and I"ll join you."
Monica"s heart leaped. Here was all she needed to dispel the last shadow. She could warn----
"Yes, I am tired, dear," she said readily. "It"s been a long day, and I have been working hard."