Violet Forster"s Lover.
by Richard Marsh.
CHAPTER I
The Card on the Floor
Tickell turned his cards.
"A straight." The men all bent over to look. "King high--there you are, nine, ten, knave, queen, king; a mixed lot, but they"ll take some beating."
Something on Beaton"s face seemed to suggest that the other"s hand was unexpectedly strong. He smiled--not easily.
"You"re right, they will; and I"m afraid----" He turned his hand half over, then, letting the five cards fall uppermost on the table, sat and stared at him, as if startled. It was Major Reith who announced the value of the hand.
"A full and ace high--he"s got you, Jack; a b.u.mper, Sydney."
He pushed the salver which served as a pool over towards Beaton.
Obviously it contained a great deal of money; there were both notes and gold, and cheques and half-sheets of paper.
"What will you take for it, Sydney?" asked George Pierce.
Anthony Dodwell interposed.
"One moment, before Beaton takes either the pool or--anything else.
Perhaps he won"t mind saying what is the card that he dropped on the floor."
They all looked at him--Beaton with a sudden startled turn of the head.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Dodwell met his eager gaze with a calmness which, in its way, was almost ominous.
"I"m afraid that question is quite unnecessary; I fancy you know quite well what I mean. Will you pick up the card you dropped, or shall I?"
"I dropped no card." He drew his chair a little away from the table so as to enable him to see the floor. "I didn"t know it, but there does seem to be one down there."
"Unless some good fairy removed it since you dropped it, there was bound to be. Draycott, would you mind picking up that card?"
Noel Draycott, stooping, picking up the card, showed it to the a.s.sembled players, in whose demeanour, for some as yet unspoken reason, there seemed to have come a sudden change.
"It"s only the nine of spades."
"Exactly, which was possibly the reason why Beaton dropped it; with the nine of spades he could hardly have made a full."
Beaton rose to his feet, his face flushed, his tones raised.
"Dodwell, are you--are you insinuating----" The other cut him short.
"I"m insinuating nothing. You are the dealer; there"s a pack close to your hand; you gave yourself three cards; I saw you glance at them, then drop one on to the floor, and take another off the top of the pack--in the hope, I presume, that it was a better one. It clearly was; the card you dropped was the nine of spades; the hand you have shown there consists of three aces and a pair of knaves; I can"t say which was the card you took from the top of the pack, but it was one of them, and it certainly gave you the full."
There was silence, that curious silence which suggests discomfort, which presages a storm. It is not often that an accusation of foul play is made at a card-table around which are seated English gentlemen.
These men were officers in one of His Majesty"s regiments of Guards; they were having what they called "a little flutter at poker" after the mess dinner--it had gone farther perhaps than some of them had intended. Considerable sums had been staked, and won and lost. Sydney Beaton in particular had punted heavily. For the most part he had lost--all his ready cash and more. For some time he had been betting with I.O.U."s scribbled on odd sc.r.a.ps of paper. There had just been a jackpot. Five men had come in, dropping out one after the other until only Beaton and Tickell had been left. Tickell"s last raise had been a hundred pounds; Beaton had covered the bet with an I.O.U. for 100 to see him; the hand he had exposed was, of course, the better one; there was a large sum of money in the pool, much the largest which it had as yet contained; if it was his, then it would probably more than set him on his feet again. It was the fact that there seemed to be an "if"
which caused those present to stare at each other and at him as if all at once tongue-tied.
Beaton had gone red, then white; and now one felt that something must have happened to the muscles of his face, its expression seemed to have become so set and rigid. Major Reith, who was the oldest man present, broke the silence.
"Dodwell, please be careful what you say. Come, Sydney, tell him he is mistaken."
What Beaton said was gasped rather than spoken.
"It"s a lie!"
Dodwell"s manner continued unruffled. He turned to Draycott.
"Noel, I fancy I caught your eye. Am I wrong in supposing that you also saw what happened?"
"I"m afraid I did."
"You saw Beaton drop one of the three cards he gave himself, and take another off the top of the pack?"
"I"m afraid I did."
As Draycott repeated his former words, Beaton, still on his feet, swinging round, struck him with such violence that the man and the chair on which he was seated both went together to the floor. The thing was so unexpected that it had been done before anyone could interpose.
Frank Clifford, who was on the other side of him, caught at Beaton"s arm.
"Sydney! That won"t do!"
Beaton, instead of heeding his words, was endeavouring to thrust the table away in order to get at Dodwell, who was on the other side. The others were able to prevent his doing that.
"If I get at him," he gasped, "I"ll kill him."
But they did not allow him to get at his accuser, for they held him back; and they were five or six to one. Major Reith spoke.
"Don"t make bad worse, Beaton, please; this is not a matter with which you can deal on quite those lines. Do we understand you to deny what Dodwell and Draycott say?"
The fact was, Beaton had not only had his share of wine at the table, he had been drinking since, liqueur after liqueur. Trifles of that kind, when in sufficient numbers, do not tend to cool a young man"s already heated brain. For longer than they supposed Sydney had not been his real self; many and various were the causes which had been tending to make him lose his balance. Then, in that supreme moment, when he needed to keep his head more than ever in his life, he lost his balance altogether and played the fool.
"Do you think," he shouted, "that I"ll condescend to deny such a charge coming from a beast like Draycott and a cur like Dodwell? I tell you what I will do, I"ll take them on both together and fight them to a standstill, and choke their infernal lies back into their throats.
Major Harold Reith, if I do get hold of you, I"ll tear your lying tongue out by the roots."
He tried to get at the major, but of course they would not let him. For a few minutes there was a discreditable scene; Beaton behaved like a lunatic. Those who tried to keep him from attacking Major Reith he fought tooth and nail. Between them he was borne to the ground, then, as if he had been some wild beast, they had to drag him out of the room, and fling the door to in his face.
When, later, inquiries were made as to his whereabouts, he was not to be found. His room was empty. He had apparently paid a hurried visit to it. His mess uniform was on the floor. Apparently he had torn it off him and attired himself in something else. What he had done afterwards there was little to show. The sentry on duty, when closely questioned, said that Captain Beaton, in civilian dress, had pa.s.sed him, reeling like a drunken man, and vanished into the night. The sentry was the last man connected with his regiment who saw him. Not a line came from him; nothing was heard; the place which had known him knew him no more.
He had gone, a pariah, out into the world. He had been one of the best-liked men in the regiment; there were many who missed him; but there was one whose heart was nearly broken.