His inclination was to stop her by strong measures, but second thoughts prevailed. He chose what he flattered himself was the wisdom of the serpent.
"If I let her think that it is a matter of complete indifference to me whether she goes or stays, she"ll soon be back again. When a woman thinks that you don"t care if she does make a fool of herself, she"ll soon give up trying. I never thought that the girl would be such an imbecile."
When, a few days later, Sir George Beaton called, and placed him in possession of certain information, he formed a still lower estimate of his niece"s mental capacity. The young man burst in on the old one just as he had finished his usual daily interview with his steward.
"Hovenden," he began, without any preliminary greeting, "what"s this idea about Violet having left Nuthurst and gone to live in town?"
The old gentleman looked up from a bundle of papers which the steward had left behind.
"I don"t know what you hear, but she"s gone." His glance returned to the papers. "So far as I can understand, she"s gone to look for your brother Sydney."
Sir George displayed signs of acute perturbation.
"Good heavens! Do you know what"s the latest tale they"re telling?"
"How should I? How long is it since I saw you? The worst tales about your brother I"ve always heard from you."
"Is that meant for---- What do you mean by that?"
"It"s the truth, any way. Ever since Sydney was a small boy you"ve been telling tales to his discredit."
"Have I? I"m going to cap them with another: he"s been committing burglary--that"s his latest performance."
"Tell that to the marines. You know, George, you overdo it where Sydney is concerned; you make of him "an "orrible tale"; the colours with which you paint him are invariably sanguinary."
Sir George Beaton punctuated his words by striking his hand on the table at which the old gentleman was sitting.
"On the night of the Easter ball at Avonham all the women"s jewellery was taken from their rooms--by Sydney."
"Who told you that?"
"Never mind who told me; it"s a fact. It"s the topic among the people we know."
"He did it for a lark; he has a peculiar sense of humour."
"That"s how you look at it; you may well call it peculiar. There"s something else which is being said of him, still more peculiar."
"He has committed murder?"
"That"s what"s being said."
"George, do you know you"re talking of your own brother?"
"Don"t I know it? You"ve seen in the papers about this Noel Draycott who is missing; he"s one of the men who accused him that night at poker. They say that after Sydney had made off with the women"s jewels he came across Draycott, there was a row, and he killed him. And this is the man Violet has gone to London to look for! She"s not the only person who is doing it. And I"ll say this--I hope that neither she nor anyone else will find him. I don"t want to have my name entered in the Newgate Calendar, nor to see my brother finish at the gallows."
"Is it possible, do you think, that Violet can know of this--of these charges which are alleged against him?"
"I"m told it"s because she knows that she"s gone to town. She"s got some cranky notion in her head that this is a case in which, for love"s sake, the world would be well lost. To a.s.sociate love with a man like that!"
CHAPTER XXIV
2A Cobden Mansions
It was hard to see what Violet Forster had gained by her change of residence, even from her own point of view; she felt that herself. She was conscious that Cobden Mansions was not Nuthurst, and that her particular corner in that tall, ugly, red brick building left a deal to be desired. And so far as she could see, she had done no good by coming; she had learnt absolutely nothing of Sydney Beaton"s whereabouts; she could not have learnt less had she chosen to stray in the woods at Nuthurst instead of the highways and by-ways of London.
She had never got over the difficulty which had beset her at the first, that she had not been able to decide which was the best way to carry on her search. She had always the one dreadful fact to remember, that she was not the only person who wanted to get within touch of Sydney. If she was not careful she might do him the worst possible turn, by placing him in the hands of his enemies. That, in the sense in which she used the word, he was an innocent man she had no doubt whatever; but whether that sense was one which would commend itself to the authorities was the problem which caused her many a sleepless night, which took the roses out of her cheeks, the light from her eyes, the spring from her steps; which had transformed the blooming, light-hearted, high-spirited maiden into a nervous, shrinking, white-faced woman. She who had never known what it was to have an hour"s illness, had suddenly become the victim of headaches which would not go. Such headaches! It seemed as if some terrible weight were pressing on her brain, making it difficult even for her to open her eyes. Major Reith caught her one day while she was in the grip of one of the very worst of them. Coming unannounced into her little sitting-room, he found her lying face downwards on the couch. Starting up, turning towards him her pallid face, they regarded each other with mutual discomfiture.
He spoke first: "I beg your pardon, but--I did knock."
a.s.suming a more orthodox position, she conjured up--it seemed with difficulty--a faint, wan smile.
"I"m not surprised. It"s I who should apologise; this absurd head of mine makes me feel so stupid that anyone might knock half a dozen times without my knowing it."
Her appearance startled him; to him she seemed genuinely ill; the change which had taken place in her hurt him more than he would have cared to say. He was so unwilling that she should see the concern on his face that he turned his face from her under the pretence of putting his hat upon a chair.
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"What"s the use? Medicine won"t cure me, at least the sort of stuff a doctor would prescribe."
"Suppose you get really bowled over, what then?" She did not answer; she shut her eyes and sat still. "Do you know you are beginning to strike me as an extremely obstinate person?"
"Are you only just beginning to find that out?"
"You"ll be a case for the hospital before very long, and then what good will you have done, for yourself, for anyone?"
"That"s a question which I put to myself--so often. Please don"t bully me. You never have seen me cry, have you? But I shall cry if you do; and I feel that if I once start I shall never stop. Have you any news?
That"s the medicine I want, and a doctor who will give it me."
"I"m more than half disposed to telegraph to someone who"d pack you off to the sea; you"ll brood yourself ill."
"The sea won"t do me any good; I"ve told you the only medicine which will. Have you any?"
"News? Of a sort. The regiment is all at sixes and sevens; in the whole of its history there"s never been such a state of things before."
"What"s wrong now with your precious regiment?"
"Everything. There"s a bad spirit abroad in the mess; there"s continual friction, the fellows are all at loggerheads, there"s something that jars."
"So there ought to be, amongst such a set of individuals as const.i.tute your mess."
"I"ve something to tell which you may regard as some of that medicine you are looking for."
"Have you? That"s good; what is it?"
"It depends upon the point of view whether it"s good or whether it"s bad; from one point of view it"s uncommonly bad."