The shipowner refused point-blank to interfere in any way during the voyage.
"You promised your co-operation in business even if we found that the _Sirdar_ had gone down with all hands," he retorted bitterly. "Do you wish me to make my daughter believe she has come back into my life only to bring me irretrievable ruin?"
"That appears to be the result, no matter how you may endeavor to disguise it."
"I thought the days were gone when a man would wish to marry a woman against her will."
"Nonsense! What does she know about it? The glamour of this island romance will soon wear off. It would be different if Anstruther were able to maintain her even decently. He is an absolute beggar, I tell you. Didn"t he ship on your own vessel as a steward? Take my tip, Deane. Tell him how matters stand with you, and he will cool off."
He believed nothing of the sort, but he was desperately anxious that Iris should learn the truth as to her father"s dilemma from other lips than his own. This would be the first point gained. Others would follow.
The two men were conversing in the Earl"s cabin. On the deck overhead a very different chat was taking place.
The _Orient_ was due in Singapore that afternoon. Iris was invited into the chart-room on some pretext, and Lieutenant Playdon, delegated by the commander and the first lieutenant, b.u.t.tonholed Robert.
With sailor-like directness he came straight to the point--
"A few of us have been talking about you, Anstruther, and we cannot be far wrong in a.s.suming that you are hard up. The fact that you took a steward"s job on the _Sirdar_ shows your disinclination to appeal to your own people for funds. Now, once you are ash.o.r.e, you will be landed in difficulties. To cut any further explanations, I am commissioned to offer you a loan of fifty pounds, which you can repay when you like."
Robert"s mouth tightened somewhat. For the moment he could not find words. Playdon feared he was offended.
"I am sorry, old chap, if we are mistaken," he said hesitatingly; "but we really thought--"
"Please do not endeavor to explain away your generous act," exclaimed Anstruther. "I accept it thankfully, on one condition."
"Blow the condition. But what is it?"
"That you tell me the names of those to whom I am indebted besides yourself."
"Oh, that is easy enough. Fitzroy and the first luff are the others. We kept it to a small circle, don"t you know. Thought you would prefer that."
Anstruther smiled and wrung his hand. There were some good fellows left in the world after all. The three officers acted in pure good nature.
They were a.s.sisting a man apparently down in his luck, who would soon be called on to face other difficulties by reason of his engagement to a girl apparently so far removed from him in station. And the last thing they dreamed of was that their kindly loan was destined to yield them a better return than all the years of their naval service, for their fifty pounds had gone into the pocket of a potential millionaire, who was endowed with the faculty, rare in millionaires, of not forgetting the friends of his poverty-stricken days.
CHAPTER XVII
RAINBOW ISLAND AGAIN--AND AFTERWARD
Sir Arthur Deane was sitting alone in his cabin in a state of deep dejection, when he was aroused by a knock, and Robert entered.
"Can you give me half an hour?" he asked. "I have something to say to you before we land."
The shipowner silently motioned him to a seat.
"It concerns Iris and myself," continued Anstruther. "I gathered from your words when we met on the island that both you and Lord Ventnor regarded Iris as his lordship"s promised bride. From your point of view the arrangement was perhaps natural and equitable, but since your daughter left Hong Kong it happens that she and I have fallen in love with each other. No; please listen to me. I am not here to urge my claims on you. I won her fairly and intend to keep her, were the whole House of Peers opposed to me. At this moment I want to tell you, her father, why she could never, even under other circ.u.mstances, marry Lord Ventnor."
Then he proceeded to place before the astounded baronet a detailed history of his recent career. It was a sordid story of woman"s perfidy, twice told. It carried conviction in every sentence. It was possible, of course, to explain matters more fully to the baronet than to Iris, and Anstruther"s fierce resentment of the cruel wrong inflicted upon him blazed forth with overwhelming force. The intensity of his wrath in no way impaired the cogency of his arguments. Rather did it lend point and logical brevity. Each word burned itself into his hearer"s consciousness, for Robert did not know that the unfortunate father was being coerced to a distasteful compact by the scoundrel who figured in the narrative as his evil genius.
At the conclusion Sir Arthur bowed his head between his hands.
"I cannot choose but believe you," he admitted huskily. "Yet how came you to be so unjustly convicted by a tribunal composed of your brother officers?"
"They could not help themselves. To acquit me meant that they discredited the sworn testimony not only of my Colonel"s wife, but of the civil head of an important Government Mission, not to mention some bought Chinese evidence. Am I the first man to be offered up as a sacrifice on the altar of official expediency?"
"But you are powerless now. You can hardly hope to have your case revised. What chance is there that your name will ever be cleared?"
"Mrs. Costobell can do it if she will. The vagaries of such a woman are not to be depended on. If Lord Ventnor has cast her off, her hatred may "prove stronger than her pa.s.sion. Anyhow, I should be the last man to despair of G.o.d"s Providence. Compare the condition of Iris and myself today with our plight during the second night on the ledge! I refuse to believe that a bad and fickle woman can resist the workings of destiny, and it was a happy fate which led me to ship on board the _Sirdar_, though at the time I saw it in another light."
How different the words, the aspirations, of the two suitors. Quite unconsciously, Robert could not have pleaded better. The shipowner sighed heavily.
"I hope your faith will be justified. If it be not--the more likely thing to happen--do I understand that my daughter and you intend to get married whether I give or withhold my sanction?"
Anstruther rose and opened the door.
"I have ventured to tell you," he said, "why she should not marry Lord Ventnor. When I come to you and ask you for her, which I pray may be soon, it will be time enough to answer that question, should you then decide to put it."
It must be remembered that Robert knew nothing whatever of the older man"s predicament, whilst the baronet, full of his own troubles, was in no mood to take a reasonable view of Anstruther"s position. Neither Iris nor Robert could make him understand the long-drawn-out duel of their early life on the island, nor was it easy to depict the tumultuous agony of that terrible hour on the ledge when the girl forced the man to confess his love by suggesting acceptance of the Dyaks" terms.
Thus, for a little while, these two were driven apart, and Anstruther disdained to urge the plea that not many weeks would elapse before he would be a richer man than his rival. The chief sufferer was Sir Arthur Deane. Had Iris guessed how her father was tormented, she would not have remained on the bridge, radiant and mirthful, whilst the grey-haired baronet gazed with stony-eyed despair at some memoranda which he extracted from his papers.
"Ten thousand pounds!" he muttered. "Not a great sum for the millionaire financier, Sir Arthur Deane, to raise on his note of hand.
A few months ago men offered me one hundred times the amount on no better security. And now, to think that a set of jabbering fools in London should so destroy my credit and their own, that not a bank will discount our paper unless they are a.s.sured Lord Ventnor has joined the board! Fancy me, of all men, being willing to barter my child for a few pieces of gold!"
The thought was maddening. For a little while he yielded to utter despondency. It was quite true that a comparatively small amount of money would restore the stability of his firm. Even without it, were his credit unimpaired, he could easily tide over the period of depression until the first fruits of his enterprise were garnered.
Then, all men would hail him as a genius.
Wearily turning over his papers, he suddenly came across the last letter written to him by Iris"s mother. How she doted on their only child! He recalled one night, shortly before his wife died, when the little Iris was brought into her room to kiss her and lisp her infantile prayers. She had devised a formula of her own--"G.o.d bless father! G.o.d bless mother! G.o.d bless me, their little girl!"
And what was it she cried to him from the beach?
"Your own little girl given back to you!"
Given back to him! For what--to marry that black-hearted scoundrel whose pastime was the degradation of women and the defaming of honest men? That settled it. Instantly the cloud was lifted from his soul. A great peace came upon him. The ruin of his business he might not be able to avert, but he would save from, the wreck that which he prized more than all else--his daughter"s love.
The engines dropped to half speed--they were entering the harbor of Singapore. In a few hours the worst would be over. If Ventnor telegraphed to London his withdrawal from the board, nothing short of a cabled draft for ten thousand pounds would prevent certain creditors from filing a bankruptcy pet.i.tion. In the local banks the baronet had about a thousand to his credit. Surely among the rich merchants of the port, men who knew the potentialities of his scheme, he would be able to raise the money needed. He would try hard. Already he felt braver.
The old fire had returned to his blood. The very belief that he was acting in the way best calculated to secure his daughter"s happiness stimulated and encouraged him.
He went on deck, to meet Iris skipping down the hatchway.
"Oh, there you are!" she cried. "I was just coming to find out why you were moping in your cabin. You are missing the most beautiful view--all greens, and blues, and browns! Run, quick! I want you to see every inch of it."
She held out her hand and pulled him gleefully up the steps. Leaning against the taffrail, some distance apart from each other, were Anstruther and Lord Ventnor. Need it be said to whom Iris drew her father?
"Here he is, Robert," she laughed. "I do believe he was sulking because Captain Fitzroy was so very attentive to me. Yet you didn"t mind it a bit!"