Disappointed in his visit to the inn, Guest went back to his own chambers1, where his first act on reaching his room, with its lookout2 over the old rookery, was to take out his pocketbook, and carefully examine a photograph—a proof intrusted to his care that day—and which he instantly pressed to his lips several times before restoring it to its envelope, and returning it to his breast.
His next proceeding3 was to light his pipe, lie back, and think over Miss Jerrold’s words; and the more he thought over them the more they seemed to fit with the situation.
One thought begat another till he grew startled at the growth emanating4 from Miss Jerrold’s suggestion.
Stratton had always been greatly attached to him, he knew, but he did not always confide5 in him; he had a way of being extremely reticent6, especially over money matters, and he recalled a little upset they had once had about a time when Stratton was hard pressed to get his rent ready and had raised the money in what he (Guest) had dubbed7 a disreputable way—that is to say, he had borrowed from “a relative” instead of from his friend.
“The old lady’s right,” mused8 Guest, after a long period of thinking, during which his ideas seemed to ripen9. “Mr Brettison must know, and depend upon it, he, being such a particular, high-souled man, was angry with Stratton, and would not come to the wedding. Of course; I remember now, Stratton did say that morning that Brettison was off, out collecting. Now, how to find out where he has gone.”
No idea came, for Brettison was one of the most erratic10 and enthusiastic of beings. Being very wealthy, and living in the simplest way, money was no object; and he would go off anywhere, and at any cost, to obtain a few simple and rare plants for his herbarium. As Guest mused over the matter, he recollected11 that Stratton said something about the south; but whether it was south of England, France, or Italy, he could not remember.
“Might be the South Pole,” he muttered pettishly12. “Fancy that old chap having nothing better to do with his money than spend it over weeds!”
“Now, if I had half,” he said, after refilling his pipe, “I could go to the old admiral and say—Oh, what a fool I am!”
But somehow that idea about Brettison and his money seemed to pervade13 his brain for the next few days, and to be mixed up with Stratton and his troubles. He recollected the money lying in crisp banknotes upon the table, and recalled that it was a heavy sum. That was an entirely14 fresh view to take; could Stratton have borrowed that money from Brettison? Likely enough, and that might have caused the estrangement15. People did not like lending money. They would offer to do so, but when the demand was made they were a little bitter.
“‘Neither a borrower nor a lender be,’” muttered Guest, quoting from his favourite author, and then adding, “if you can help it.”
“Bah! That upsets the idea of the lady in the case,” he muttered impatiently. “What a fool I am! As if it was likely that poor old Mal would try to make his quietus with a bare bodkin—modernised into a six-shooter—because old Brettison was huffed at his borrowing money. I must pump it out of the poor fellow somehow.”
That evening he went to Stratton’s chambers, but could get no reply; and he waited about on the stairs till, growing uneasy and suspicious once more, he knocked again, and listened at the letter slit16.
Just then he heard steps, and the occupant of the upstairs chambers ascended17 to the landing.
“How do?” he said. “Mr Stratton’s out. I met him on the Embankment not half an hour ago.”
That swept away the black, mental cobwebs once more for a time about Guest’s brain, and he went away relieved—but not before writing his intention of dropping in about ten that night, and thrusting his card in at the slit—to dine at his club, after which he went into the library to read up some old legal cases, and think about Edie.
He was punctual to the time appointed in Benchers’ Inn, but there was no light in Stratton’s window, none in Brettison’s, and he waited till eleven in the expectation of seeing his friend come back.
At the above hour he became convinced that Stratton had returned early and gone to bed, so he went to his own chambers vexed18 and irritated, after dropping another card into the letter-box, making an appointment for the next evening at seven.
“Take him out for a bit of dinner. He seems to be very busy just now, or else he is behaving very sensibly and taking exercise to get back his strength.”
Guest went to Benchers’ Inn the next evening at seven, but the outer door was closed, and after waiting for some time he went off to his club and wrote a letter begging Stratton to make an appointment to see him.
Next day glided19 by and there was no reply. The chambers were still closed, and the Brades had not seen their occupant; neither had Mr Brettison come back.
Guest made light of the matter, and then went and called on the admiral, who promptly20 begged him to stay to dinner, but the young man refused, glanced at Edie, and stayed.
This delayed the visit which he had intended to pay Miss Jerrold, but he went to her on the following day to report his ill success, and then to the great institution where his friend ruled over the natural history specimens22.
To his surprise Stratton was not there, one of the officials informing him that his chief had taken a month’s vacation to recover his health.
“He seemed so broken down, sir, by study, that the committee suggested it.”
“And never said a word to me,” thought Guest. “Well, the man who says poor old Mal is mad is a fool, but he certainly does act very queerly. Never mind. He’ll come all right in time.”
More days glided by, and Guest became alarmed, for he could get no tidings of Stratton. The chambers were always closed, and no notice was taken of the letters; so he went to Bourne Square on business—he made a point of going there on business whenever he could—and was shown into the drawing room, where Myra greeted him very kindly23, though he noted24 a peculiar25, anxious, inquiring look in her eyes two or three times before she rose and left the room.
“Now, Mr Guest,” said Edie as soon as they were alone, “you have something to communicate?”
“Something I want to say, but don’t be quite so businesslike.”
“I must,” she said sharply. “Now tell me: something from—about Mr Stratton.”
He told her of his ill success, and she frowned.
“We don’t want his name mentioned here, and we take not the slightest interest in him; but as you are interested, and as news, of course you can tell me anything. But isn’t his conduct very strange?”
“More than strange.”
“And you can’t find Mr Brettison either?”
“No; but I’m not surprised at that. He’s collecting chickweed and ‘grundsel,’ as Mrs Brade calls it, somewhere. But I shall be glad when he comes back.”
Edie sat thoughtfully for a few minutes.
“You see, directly you cannot get to see him because his doors are shut you begin to think something is wrong.”
“Naturally.”
“And that’s absurd, Percy—Mr Guest.”
“No; no; don’t take it back again like that,” he pleaded.
“Mr Guest,” she said emphatically. “Now look here: he must come to his chambers sometimes, because he would want his letters.”
“Possibly,” said the visitor coldly, for that formal “Mr Guest” annoyed him.
“And he communicates with the people at the institution.”
“Yes, but he has given them no fresh address.”
“Then naturally they write to his chambers, and Mal—this man gets his letters from time to time. There’s nothing shocking the matter. He is avoiding you, and wants to break off the intimacy26.”
“Then he is not going to,” said Guest with spirit. “I’m afraid he has done something wrong some time.”
“Indeed?” said Edie, with her eyes twinkling.
“I mean, men do.”
“Oh!”
“I have, lots of times.”
Edie grew a little more stately—a hard task, for she was too petite to look dignified27.
“I don’t mean anything bad,” said Guest hastily; “and if old Mal thinks he is going to get rid of me he’s mistaken. I’m not a woman, to throw a fellow over because he’s had some trouble in the past. I forgive him whatever it is.”
“I suppose wicked people find it easy to forgive other sinners?” said Edie demurely28.
“Of course. Poor old lad!” said Guest thoughtfully; “I wonder what he did do.”
“I’d rather not discuss such matters, if you please, Mr Guest,” said Edie coldly.
“Oh, very well, Miss Perrin. I thought I could come to you for help and counsel as a very dear friend, if as nothing else, and, now I want your help, you back out.”
“No, I don’t—Percy.”
“Ah!”
Only that interjection, but it meant so much in words—and acts, one of which resulted in the fair young girl pointing to the chair from which Guest had risen, and saying, with a little flush in her cheeks:
“Suppose somebody had come into the room. Sit down, please, Mr Guest.”
He obeyed.
“Now come; help me,” he said. “We must forgive poor old Malcolm, whatever it is; and one of these days perhaps, someone else will.”
“No, never: that is impossible.”
“But what can he have done?”
“I don’t know, unless he has been married before, and killed his wife so as to get married again.”
Guest looked at her in horror, and she turned scarlet29.
“I—I beg your pardon,” she stammered30. “I did not mean that.”
“No,” said Guest dryly. “I should think not.”
Farther conversation was stayed by the entrance of Myra, looking rapt and strange, as if in a dream. She did not seem to notice them, but walked across to the window, and, as she went, Guest was shocked by the alteration31 in her aspect. It was as if she had lately risen from a bed of sickness, while that which struck him most was the weary, piteous aspect of her eyes.
As she turned them upon him at last it was in a questioning way, which he interpreted to mean, “I am dying for news of him, but it is impossible for me to ask;” and a curious feeling of resentment32 rose within him against Stratton, for he felt that he had literally33 wrecked34, the life of as true a woman as ever breathed.
A faint smile dawned upon her lips, and she glanced from him to Edie and back—a look which made the crimson35 on Edie’s cheeks grow deeper, as the girl said quickly:
“Mr Guest came to tell me how hard he is trying to get some news, and what he has done.”
“News!” cried Myra excitedly, and her hands were raised toward their visitor, but she let them drop to her sides as her brows contracted.
“He has been telling me that he has—”
“Where is papa—has he come back?” said Myra, coldly ignoring her cousin’s proffered36 information, and a few minutes later Guest shook hands and went away.
“Her pride keeps her silent,” he said thoughtfully. “No wonder, but she’d give the world to hear the least bit of news. Poor girl! She’d forgive him almost anything. I must, and will, find it all out before I’ve done.”
But the days grew into weeks, and Guest’s visits to Bourne Square were always barren of news, save that he was able to announce that Stratton certainly did go to his chambers now and then. This he found out from the porter’s wife, who bitterly bewailed the state into which they were falling.
“You may shake your head at me, Mr Guest,” she said, “and it’s our secret, for not a word shall ever leave my lips, but let me ask you, is it in the behaviour of a gentleman as has got all his change—”
“Got all his—Oh, I see, you mean his senses.”
“Why, of course, sir, to keep his rooms shut up as he does, and never a duster or a brush put inside the door.”
“He is afraid of his specimens being disturbed, Mrs Brade.”
“Oh, dear, no, sir. It never was his way. I’d got used to his manners and customs—we understood each other, and if I lifted up a bottle or a specimen21, whether it was a bird or only a bone, down it went in the same place again, so exact that you couldn’t tell it had been moved.”
“But Mr Brettison does the same, Mrs Brade.”
“Him, sir?” said the woman contemptuously; “that’s different. One knows he’s a little bit queer. It’s nothing new for him to be away months together, and then come back loaded with rubbidge.”
“When did you say Mr Stratton came here last?”
“Four days ago, sir, and I went after him, and begged and prayed of him, with a pail and broom in my hand, to let me do him up, but he only pynted downward like a man in a play; and there’s his place going to rack and ruin.”
“Next time he comes, Mrs Brade,” said Guest, slipping a sovereign into her hand, “send your husband on to me directly and try and keep Mr Stratton till he comes back.”
“That I will, sir,” she cried eagerly; and she kept her word over and over again, but to Guest’s intense chagrin37 always too late.
“Just comes in quickly, sir, runs up to his rooms and gets his letters, and goes out the other way.”
This occurred till Guest grew damped, then angry, then damped again; but, in spite of his disheartened state, he manfully resumed his search, for whenever he was disposed to give it up as what he called a bad job, he was forced on by Edie with the greatest eagerness—“to save her life.”
There was a time when Guest thought of getting professional help, but a strange dread38 of something terrible being wrong kept him back from this, and he spent every spare hour in seeking for his friend in every resort, but all in vain. Still he heard of him again and again, and of his calling at the institution, where he had a fresh release from duty granted him for a month; and feeling that he was bound to run against his friend sooner or later, Guest relaxed his efforts, and the very next day caught sight of Stratton in a cab, followed it till it turned down one of the Strand39 culs-de-sac, saw him alight at a great house overlooking the river and pay the cabman; and then followed him in, and up a great winding40 stone staircase to a door on the upper floor.
“She lives there,” thought Guest with a feeling of rage in his breast, and, running lightly up the last few steps, he crept unobserved behind Stratton, and laid a hand upon his shoulder just as he was thrusting a latchkey into the lock.
Stratton gave a violent start, but did not turn round. He only uttered a low sigh.
“Very well,” he said. “I have been expecting you for weeks.”
“Stratton!” cried Guest reproachfully, and his friend turned slowly round so haggard and aged41 a countenance42 that Guest was startled.
“You?” said Stratton, with a curious, dazed look around, as if for someone else whom he had expected to see there.
“I thought—I thought—” He paused, and then after an interval43: “Well, you have found me. What do you want?”
Guest did not reply for the moment, but looked sharply from his friend to the door and back.
“There is someone in there!” he said to himself; “and for Myra’s sake I will know the truth.”
Then aloud:
“Take me into your room; we can’t talk here.”
Stratton made a quick movement before the door as if to keep him back.
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confide
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reticent
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vexed
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