"No, thank you, Mrs Westonley. I had mine at five o"clock--I made an early start, as I wanted to get here as soon as possible, thinking that very likely Westonley might be going out on the run somewhere, and that I might miss him. I want to have a talk with you, old man."
Mrs Westonley and Mary at once left the room, both wondering what was the matter with Brooke--he looked so worried and depressed.
"Westonley, old fellow," he said, as he sat down, "give me a big brandy and soda. I"ve ridden hard all the way from my place." Then he looked at the letters and newspapers still lying upon the breakfast table.
The latter, he saw, were unopened. Drinking off the brandy and soda, he said:
"You haven"t opened your _Argus_ yet, I see?"
"No, we had some bad news about Tom Gerrard--he"s been mauled by an alligator, and we haven"t bothered about newspapers this morning."
"Not seriously hurt, I trust?" anxiously asked the squatter, who had a sincere regard for Gerrard.
"No, I am glad to say. I"ll show you his letter presently. But what is the matter, Brooke? You look worried."
"I am--most infernally worried. Tell me, old man, what did you do with that cheque of mine for eight thousand?" (The cheque to which he alluded was the price of the station in Central Queensland which he had bought from Westonley a few weeks previously.)
"Paid it into my bank," replied Westonley, instantly surmising that Brooke"s financial affairs had gone wrong.
"Dacre"s?"
"Yes."
"Westonley, old chap, I have bad news for you. I got a telegram from Melbourne last night--Dacre"s Bank has smashed, and smashed badly--hopelessly, in fact."
Westonley"s florid face paled.
"Smashed!"
"Utterly smashed. Will it hit you hard?"
"Break me! I had thirty thousand pounds on fixed deposit, a current account of about fifteen thousand--including the eight thousand you paid me, and every penny of my wife"s money, little Mary"s, and Jim"s were in Dacre"s," and, man as he was, his voice trembled.
"It won"t break you--by heavens, it shall _not_ break you, Westonley! I bought Comet Vale from you for my boys, but I"ll give it back to you for three--for five--years to help you to pull up."
"Thanks, Brooke," and the big man grasped his friend"s hand mechanically. "This has dazed me a bit. Come outside, and well talk it over."
He rose unsteadily, placing his hand on the edge of the table, and then fell forward upon his face, and lay still--his big, generous heart had ceased to beat.
When Brooke rode away late that night on his way home thinking of his dead friend, he reproached himself for so often having spoken of Elizabeth Westonley as "a pretty automaton, with as much heart in her as a doll." For her silent grief had showed him that she had loved her husband.
CHAPTER XVI
The news of Westonley"s sudden death was a great shock to Gerrard. The brief telegram from his half-sister had been forwarded to Port Denison, and Lacey had sent it on to him at Fraser"s Gully, by the mailman, together with a copy of the _Clarion_, containing the telegraphed account of the Dacre"s bank failure. Had Gerrard looked at the newspaper, he might perhaps have connected Westonley"s sudden end with the financial disaster, which had brought ruin to so many thousands of Australian homes, for he knew that his brother-in-law banked at Dacre"s.
But Mrs Westonley had said nothing of the cause of her husband"s death--"Edward died suddenly yesterday. Am writing you fully to-night to Port Denison" was all that she had said.
"Dear old Ted!" he said as his eyes filled, and he saw before him the great, bearded face with the kindly, mirthful eyes, and heard the deep, gruff voice. "How can I tell Jim--the boy will be heartbroken."
And Jim"s grief almost unmanned "Uncle Tom," as the boy now called him.
Putting the telegram in his pocket, he went down to the battery, where his _protege_ was being inducted into the mysteries of amalgamation by Fraser.
"Jim," he said quietly, "come along the creek with me for a bit of a stroll."
"Is your face paining you much this morning, Uncle Tom?" said the boy, as they left the battery, and walked towards the creek, "you look quite white."
"No, sonny," and he placed his hand affectionately on the boy"s shoulder, "my face isn"t paining me, but I have a thundering big pain in my heart, Jim--a pain which you must share with me. I have just had a telegram "from Marumbah--with very, very sad news."
"Is it about Mary?" and the boy"s lips quivered; "is she sick, Uncle?"
and then, with a gasp--"is she dead?"
"No, sonny, Mary is all right, but Mr Westonley is dead," and then he told him all that he could tell.
An hour later, when they returned to the house, and Kate Fraser wondered why they looked so quiet and depressed, Gerrard told her of the news he had received.
"Poor Jim!" she said, as she put her arms round the boy, who was trying hard not to again break down.
Then Gerrard went on to say that he would now have to change his plans somewhat.
"I must get back to Port Denison tomorrow, Miss Fraser. I want to send some telegrams as well as letters. But as it will take my sister"s letter quite a fortnight to come from Marumbah, I shall put in most of the time at Kaburie, and, if I may, also inflict myself upon your father and yourself occasionally."
"Do. We shall be so glad."
Two days later he and Jim were back in Port Denison, and lunching with Lacey at the Queen"s Hotel. Then for the first time Gerrard heard of the Dacre bank failure.
"It must have been a fearful shock to poor Ted," he said to Lacey; "and perhaps it was that that killed him, for, as you say, the bank suspended on Sat.u.r.day, and he died early on the Monday following. I fear he must have been hit very badly by the smash, for he not only had a lot of money in it, but was a big shareholder in the concern as well."
"That"s unfortunate, for yesterday"s news gives further revelations of the smash, which is the very worst that has occurred in the Colonies.
Every one thought that Dacre"s bank was as solid as the rock of Gibraltar."
This intelligence disturbed Gerrard greatly--so much so that after lunch he sent a telegram to Westonley"s Melbourne agents--who were also his own--and asked them if they could tell him how his sister would be affected by the collapse of Dacre"s. In a few hours he received an answer--"Deeply regret to say everything will be swept away."
"Poor Lizzie!" he said to Lacey after dinner, as they sat on the verandah smoking; "this will be terrible news for her--if she does not already know of it. Thank G.o.d, I can help her to some extent," and he meant to "help" her by giving her Kaburie, for which he had only a few days previously sent Mrs Tallis a draft upon his bankers for six thousand pounds.
"You were lucky not to have had anything in Dacre"s."
"Very, for Westonley was always cracking it up to me. He urged me strongly only six months ago to buy a hundred shares--a pretty hole I should be in now if I had taken the poor fellow"s advice."
"Yes, indeed. But no one ever dreamt of Dacre"s being anything but one of the soundest banks in the world It is a blackguardly affair--a cruel, shameless fraud--and I hope that the men who are responsible for it will each get seven years" hard labour."
"They deserve it I suppose that Westonley, with Marumbah Downs, and Comet Vale, and the funds he had in Dacre"s was worth a hundred thousand at least; and now my poor sister and little Mary Rayner will be absolutely penniless. Thank heaven, I did not take his advice, but stuck to the Capricornian Pastoralists" Bank."
The editor of the _Clarion_ gasped and dropped his cigar. But he quickly recovered himself, and turning his face away from Gerrard, puffed out volumes of smoke most energetically, considering what he should do. He soon decided. "Better tell him the grim truth at once," he thought.
"Gerrard!"
The change in his voice struck his companion--it was low, grave, and sympathetic.