But to Bob, with the selfishness of man, Mrs Iver"s sudden appearance wore rather an amusing aspect. It certainly could not spoil his triumph or impair his happiness.
XV
AN INQUISITION INTERRUPTED
"My mother told it me just as a bit of gossip. She didn"t believe it, no more did I."
"But you repeated it."
It was Iver who was pressing her. He was not now the kind host Mina knew so well. He was rather the keen man of business, impatient of shuffling, incredulous of any action for which he could not see the motive, distrustful and very shrewd.
"Oh, I repeated it to my uncle, because I thought it might amuse him--just for something to say."
"Your idea of small talk is rather peculiar," was Iver"s dry comment. He looked at the Major on his right, and at Neeld on his left at the table; Mina was opposite, like the witness before the committee.
"So is yours of politeness," she cried. "It"s my house. Why do you come and bully me in it?"
Duplay was sullenly furious. Poor Mr Neeld"s state was lamentable. He had not spoken a word throughout the interview. He had taken refuge in nodding, exhausting the significance of nods in reply to the various appeals that the other three addressed to him. If their meaning had been developed, his nods must have landed him in a pitiable mess of inconsistencies; he had tried to agree with everybody, to sympathize all round, to indorse universally. He had won momentary applause, and in the end created general dissatisfaction.
Iver had his temper in hand still, but he was hard and resolute.
"You don"t seem to understand the seriousness of the thing in the least," he said. "I"ve spoken plainly to you. My daughter"s future is at stake. You say it was all idle gossip. I find that hard to believe. Even if so, I must have that gossip investigated and proved to be nothing but gossip."
"Investigate it then," said the Imp peevishly.
"You refuse me the materials. What you told Major Duplay was too vague.
You know more. You can put me on the track."
Mina was silent. Neeld wiped his brow with his handkerchief. Iver changed his tone.
"Mina, we"ve been friends to you. I"m not ashamed to remind you of it.
Janie"s a great friend of yours; my wife and I have welcomed you first for her sake, then for your own. Is this the best return you can make us? Consult anybody you like, if you think I"m prejudiced, whether your conduct is honorable, is square." He paused a moment. "Ask Mr Neeld here what he would do. I"m willing to abide by his judgment."
Mina was sorely tempted to say, "Ask him then." The situation would thus become so much the more piquant. But Mr Neeld was in such distress--to her sharp eyes a distress so visible--that she did not dare to risk the _coup_. If he were let alone he might keep silence and quiet his conscience by the plea that he had been asked no questions. But she did not venture to face him with a demand for a verdict on her conduct; for her conduct was also his own.
"I must judge for myself. Mr Neeld can"t help me," she answered. "Uncle has chosen to say he can prove these things. Let him try." She drew herself up with a prim prudish air. "I don"t think it"s desirable to mix myself up in such very peculiar questions at all, and I don"t think it"s nice of men to come and cross-question me about them."
"Oh, we"re not in a girls" school," said Iver, with a touch of irritation hardly suppressed. "We come as men of the world to a sensible woman."
"Anybody will tell you I"m not that," interrupted the Imp.
"Well, then, to a woman of good feeling, who wishes to be honest and to be true to her friends. Duplay, have you no influence with Madame Zabriska?"
"I"ve spared no effort," replied the Major. "I can"t believe that she won"t help us in the end." His tone was almost menacing. Mina, remembering how he had terrorized the secret out of her before, and resenting the humiliation of the memory, stiffened her neck once more.
"I"ve nothing to say. You must do as you think best," she said.
"You must be made to speak."
Iver"s threats alarmed where Duplay"s only annoyed. He spoke calmly and with weight.
"Who can make me speak?" she cried, more angry from her fear.
"The law. When we have reached a certain stage in the inquiry, we shall be able to compel you to speak."
"I thought you couldn"t move a step without me?"
Iver was rather set back, but he braved it out.
"The difficulties are immensely increased, but they"re not insuperable,"
he said.
"I shan"t stay to be questioned and bullied. I shall go abroad."
Iver looked at the Major; the Major returned his glance; they were both resolute men.
"No, you won"t go away," declared Iver slowly.
The Imp was frightened; she was an ignorant young woman in a land of whose laws she knew nothing. Neeld would have liked to suggest something soothing about the liberty of the individual and the Habeas Corpus Act. But he dared show no sympathy--beyond nodding at her un.o.bserved. The nod told her nothing.
"You"ll stop me?" Still she tried to sneer defiantly.
Another glance pa.s.sed between Iver and Duplay. A shrewd observer might have interpreted it as meaning, "Even if we can"t do it, she"ll think we can."
"We shall," said the Major, executing the bluff on behalf of himself and his partner.
The Imp thought of crying--not for her uncle--which would be hopeless--but for Iver. She concluded it would be hopeless there too; Iver would not heed tears in business hours, however tender-hearted he might be in private life. So she laughed again instead. But the laugh was a failure, and Iver was sharp enough to see it.
"In this country people aren"t allowed to play fast and loose in this fashion," he remarked. "I"ll tell you one way in which we can make you speak. I have only to go to Lord Tristram and tell him you have spread these reports, that you have made and repeated these imputations on his birth and on his t.i.tle. What will he do? Can he rest content without disproving them at law? I say he can"t. In those proceedings you would be compelled to speak. I must a.s.sume you would tell the truth. I refuse to suppose you would commit perjury."
"I should hold my tongue," said Mina.
"Then you"d be sent to prison for contempt of court."
The bluff worked well. Mina knew nothing at all of what Harry Tristram would do, or might do, or must do, of what the law would, or might, or might not do, in the circ.u.mstances supposed. And Iver spoke as though he knew everything, with a weighty confidence, with an admirable air of considered candor. She was no match for him; she grew rather pale, her lips twitched, and her breath came quick. Tears were no longer to be treated merely as a possible policy; they threatened to occur of their own accord.
What wonder that a feeling of intolerable meanness attacked Mr Jenkinson Neeld? He was on the wrong side of the table, on the bench instead of in the dock. He sat there judging; his proper place was side by side with the criminal, in charge of the same policeman, wearing the handcuffs too. And he had less excuse for his crime than she. He was even more in Iver"s debt; he had eaten his bread these weeks past; even now he was pretending to be his adviser and his witness; his deception was deeper than hers. Besides he was not a young woman who might find excuse in the glamour of Harry"s position or the attraction of Harry"s eyes; he was not a romantic young woman; he was only a romantic old fool. He could bear it no longer. He must speak. He could not get into the dock beside her--for that would throw away the case which she was defending so gallantly--but he must speak a word for her.
"In my opinion," he said nervously, but not without his usual precision, "we can carry this matter no further. Madame Zabriska declines to speak.
I may say that I understand and respect the motive which I believe inspires her. She regrets her idle words. She thinks that by repeating them she would give them greater importance. She does not wish to a.s.sume responsibility. She leaves the matter in your hands, Iver. It is not her affair; she had no reason to suppose that it would be yours. By a train of events for which she is not accountable the question has become of importance to you. In her view it is for you to take your own steps. She stands aside."
"She"s my friend, she"s my daughter"s friend. The question is whether my daughter marries Lord Tristram of Blent or an impostor (whether voluntary or involuntary) without a name, an acre, or, so far as I know, a shilling. She can help me. She stands aside. You think her right, Neeld?"
"Yes, I do," said the old gentleman with the promptness of desperation.