Soon after Mr. Wade1 and Cornish had quitted their carriage, on that which is known as the New Scheveningen Road, and were walking across the dunes3 to the malgamite works, they met a policeman running towards them.
“It is,” he answered breathlessly, to their inquiries—“it is the English Chemical Works on the dunes, which have caught fire. I am hurrying to the Artillery4 Station to telegraph for the fire-engines; but it will be useless. It will all be over in half an hour—by this wind and after so much dry weather; see the black smoke, excellencies.”
And the man pointed5 towards a column of smoke, blown out over the sand-hills by the strong wind, characteristic of these flat coasts. Then, with a hurried salutation, he ran on.
Cornish and Mr. Wade proceeded more leisurely6 on their way; for the banker was not of a build to hurry even to a fire. Before they had gone far they perceived another man coming across the Dunes towards The Hague. As he approached, Cornish recognized the man known as Uncle Ben. He was shambling along on unsteady legs, and carried his earthly belongings7 in a canvas sack of doubtful cleanliness. The recognition was apparently8 mutual9; for Uncle Ben deviated10 from his path to come and speak to them.
“It's me, mister,” he said to Cornish, not disrespectfully. “And I don't mind tellin' yer that I'm makin' myself scarce. That place is gettin' a bit too hot for me. They're just pullin' it down and makin' a bonfire of it. And if you or Mr. Roden goes there, they'll just take and chuck yer on top of it—and that's God's truth. They're a rough lot some of them, and they don't distinguish 'tween you and Mr. Roden like as I do. Soddim and Gomorrer, I say. Soddim and Gomorrer! There won't be nothin' left of yer in half an hour.” And he turned and shook a dirty fist towards the rising smoke, which was all that remained of the malgamite works. He hurried on a few paces, then stopped and laid down his bag. He ran back, calling out “Mister!” as he neared Cornish and Mr. Wade. “I don't mind tellin' yer,” he said to Cornish, with a ludicrous precautionary look round the deserted12 dunes to make sure that he would not be overheard; for he was sober, and consequently stupid—“I don't mind tellin' yer—seein' as I'm makin' myself scarce, and for the sake o' Miss Roden, who has always been a good friend to me—as there's a hundred and twenty of 'em looking for Mr. Roden at this minute, meanin' to twist his neck; and what's worse, there's others—men of dedication13 like myself—who has gone to the murder, or something. And they'll get it too, with the story they've got to tell, and them poor devils planted thick as taters in the cheap corner of the cemetery14. I've warned yer, mister.” Uncle Ben expectorated with much emphasis, looked towards the malgamite works with a dubious15 shake of the head, and went on his way, muttering, “Soddim and Gomorrer.”
His hearers walked on over the sand-hills towards the smoke, of which the pungent16 odour, still faintly suggestive of sealing-wax, reached their nostrils17. At the top of a high dune2, surmounted18 with considerable difficulty, Mr. Wade stopped. Cornish stood beside him, and from that point of vantage they saw the last of the malgamite works. Amid the flames and smoke the forms of men flitted hither and thither19, adding fuel to the fire.
“They are, at all events, doing the business thoroughly,” said the banker. “And there is nothing to be gained by our disturbing them at it—and a good deal to be lost—namely, our lives. They are not burning the cottages, I see; only the factory. There is nothing heroic about me, Tony. Let us go back.”
But Mr. Wade returned to The Hague alone; for Cornish had matters of importance requiring his attention. It was now doubly necessary to get Roden safely away from Holland, and with the necessity increased the difficulty. For Holland is a small country, well watched, highly civilized20. Cornish knew that it would be next to impossible for Roden to leave the country by rail or road. There remained, therefore, the sea. Cornish had, during his sojourn21 at the humble22 Swan at Scheveningen, made certain friends there. And it was to the old village under the dunes, little known to visitors, and a place apart from the fashionable bathing resort, that he went in his difficulty. He spent nearly the whole day in these narrow streets; indeed, he lunched at the Swan in company of a seafaring gentleman clad in soft blue flannel24, and addicted25 to the mediaeval coiffure still affected26 in certain parts of Zeeland.
From this quiet retreat Cornish also wrote a note to Dorothy at the Villa23 des Dunes, informing her of Roden's new danger, and warning her not to attempt to communicate with her brother, or even send him his baggage. In the afternoon Cornish made a few purchases, which he duly packed in a sailor's kit-bag, and at nightfall Roden arrived on foot.
The weather was squally, as it often is in August on these coasts; indeed, the summer seemed to have come to an end before its time.
“It is raining like the deuce,” said Roden, “and I am wet through, though I came under the trees of the Oude Weg.”
He spoke27 with his usual suggestion of a grievance28, which made Cornish answer him rather curtly29—“We shall be wetter before we get on board.”
It was raining when they quitted the modest Swan, and hurried through the sparsely30 lighted, winding31 streets. Cornish had borrowed two oil-skin coats and caps, which at once disguised them and protected them from the rain. Any passer-by would have taken them for a couple of fishermen going about their business. But there were few in the streets.
“Why are you doing all this for me?” asked Roden, suddenly. “To avoid a scandal,” replied Cornish, truthfully enough; for he had been brought up in a world where the longevity32 of scandal is fully11 understood.
The wide stretch of sand was entirely33 deserted when they emerged from the narrow streets and gained the summit of the sea-wall. A thunderstorm was growling34 in the distance, and every moment a flash of thin summer lightning shimmered35 on the horizon. The wind was strong, as it nearly always is here, and shallow white surf stretched seaward across the flats. The sea roared continuously without that rise and fall of the breakers which marks a deeper coast, and from the face of the water there arose a filmy mist—part foam36, part phosphorescence.
As Roden and Cornish passed the little lighthouse, two policemen emerged from the shadow of the wall, and watched them, half suspiciously. “Good evening,” said one of them.
They walked on in silence. “Whew!” ejaculated Roden, when the danger seemed to be past, and they could breathe again.
They went down a flight of steps to the beach, and stumbled across the soft sand towards the sea. One or two boats were lying out in the surf—heavy Dutch fishing-boats, known technically38 as “pinks,” flat-bottomed, round-prowed, keel less, heavy and ungainly vessels40, but strong as wood and iron and workmanship could make them. Some seemed to be afloat, others bumped heavily and continuously; while a few lay stolidly41 on the ground with the waves breaking right over them as over rocks.
The noise of the sea was so great that Cornish touched his companion's arm, and pointed, without speaking, to one of the vessels where a light twinkled feebly through the spray breaking over her. It seemed to be the only vessel39 preparing to go to sea on the high tide, and, in truth, the weather looked anything but encouraging.
“How are we going to get on board?” shouted Roden, amid the roar of the waves.
“Walk,” answered Cornish, and he led the way into the sea.
Hampered42 as they were by their heavy oil skins, their progress was slow, although the water barely reached their knees. The Three Brothers was bumping when they reached her and clambered on board over the bluff43 sides, sticky with salt water and tar44.
“She'll be afloat in ten minutes,” said a man in oil-skins, who helped them over the low bulwarks45. He spoke good English, and seemed to have learned some of the taciturnity of the seafaring portion of that nation with their language; for he went aft to the tiller without more words and took his station there.
Roden seated himself on the rail and looked back towards Scheveningen. Cornish stood beside him in silence. The spray broke over them continuously, and the boat rolled and bumped in such a manner that it was impossible to stand or even sit without holding on to the clumsy rigging.
The lights of Scheveningen were stretched out in a line before them; the lighthouse winked46 a glaring eye that seemed to stare over their heads far out to sea. The summer lightning showed the sands to be bare and deserted. There were no unusual lights on the sea wall. The Kurhaus and the hotels were illuminated47 and gay. The shore took no heed48 of the sea tonight.
“We've succeeded,” said Roden, curtly, and quite suddenly he rolled over in a faint at Cornish's feet.
The next morning, Dorothy received a letter at the Villa des Dunes, posted the evening before by Cornish at Scheveningen.
“We hope to get away tonight,” he wrote, “in the 'pink,' the Three Brothers. Our intention is to knock about the North Sea until we find a suitable vessel—either a sailing ship trading between Norway and Spain on its way south, or a steamer going direct from Hamburg to South America. When I have seen your brother safely on board one of these vessels, I shall return in the Three Brothers to Scheveningen. She is a small boat, and has a large white patch of new canvas at the top of her mainsail. So if you see her coming in, or waiting for the tide, you may conclude that your brother is in safety.”
Later in the day, Mr. Wade called, having driven from The Hague very comfortably in an open carriage.
“The house,” he said placidly49, “is still watched, but I have no doubt that Tony has outwitted them all. Creil arrived last night, and seems a capable man. He tells me that half of the malgamiters are in jail at The Hague for intoxication50 and uproariousness last night. He is selecting those he wants, and the rest he will send to their homes. So we are balancing our affairs very comfortably; and if there is anything I can do for you, Miss Roden, I am at your command.”
“Oh, Dorothy is all right,” said Marguerite, rather hurriedly; and when her father took his leave, she slipped her hand within his solid arm, and walked with him across the sand towards the carriage. “Haven't you seen,” she asked—“you old stupid!—that Dorothy is all right? Tony is in love with her.”
“No,” replied the banker, rather humbly—“no, my dear. I am afraid I had not noticed it.”
Marguerite pressed his arm, not unkindly. “You can't help it,” she explained. “You are only a man, you know.”
The following days were quiet enough at the Villa des Dunes, and it is in quiet days that a friendship ripens51 best. The two girls left there scarcely expected to hear of Cornish's return for some days; but they fell into the habit of walking towards the sea whenever they went out-of-doors, and spent many afternoon hours on the dunes. During these hours Dorothy had many confidential52 and lively conversations with her new-found friend. Indeed, confidence and gaiety were so bewilderingly mingled53 that Dorothy did not always understand her companion.
One afternoon, three days after the departure of Percy Roden, when Von Holzen was buried, and the authorities had expressed themselves content with the verdict that he had come accidentally by his death, Marguerite took occasion to congratulate herself, and all concerned, in the fact that what she vaguely54 called “things” were beginning to straighten themselves out.
“We are round the corner,” she said decisively. “And now papa and I
shall go home again, and Miss Williams will come back. Miss
Williams—oh, lord! She is one of those women who have a stick inside
young men from the city. Papa married the bank, you know. And he wants
me to marry another bank and live gorgeously ever afterwards. Poor old
dear!”
“I think he would rather you were happy than gorgeous,” said Dorothy, with a laugh, who had seen some of the honest banker's perplexity with regard to this most delicate financial affair.
“Perhaps he would. At all events, he does his best—his very best. He has tried at least fifty of these gentle swains since I came back from Dresden—red hair and a temper, black hair and an excellent opinion of one's self, fair hair and stupidity. But they wouldn't do—they wouldn't do, Dorothy!”
Marguerite paused, and made a series of holes in the sand with her walking-stick.
“There was only one,” she said quietly, at length. “I suppose there is always—only one—eh, Dorothy?”
“I suppose so,” answered Dorothy, looking straight in front of her.
Marguerite was silent for a while, looking out to sea with a queer little twist of the lips that made her look older—almost a woman. One could imagine what she would be like when she was middle-aged56, or quite old, perhaps.
“He would have done,” she said. “Quite easily. He was a million times cleverer than the rest—a million times—well, he was quite different, I don't know how. But he was paternal57. He thought he was much too old, so he didn't try——”
She broke off with a light laugh, and her confidential manner was gone in a flash. She stuck her stick firmly into the ground, and threw herself back on the soft sand.
“So,” she cried gaily58. “Vogue la galère. It's all for the best. That is the right thing to say when it cannot be helped, and it obviously isn't for the best. But everybody says it, and it is always wise to pass in with the crowd, and be conventional—if you swing for it.”
She broke off suddenly, looking at her companion's face. A few boats had been leisurely making for the shore all the afternoon before a light wind, and Dorothy had been watching them. They were coming closer now.
“Dorothy, do you see the Three Brothers?”
“That is the Three Brothers,” answered Dorothy, pointing with her walking-stick.
For a time they were silent, until, indeed, the boat with the patched sail had taken the ground gently, a few yards from the shore. A number of men landed from her, some of them carrying baskets of fish. One, walking apart, made for the dunes, in the direction of the New Scheveningen Road.
“And that is Tony,” said Marguerite. “I should know his walk—if I saw him coming out of the Ark, which, by the way, must have been rather like the Three Brothers to look at. He has taken your brother safely away, and now he is coming—to take you.”
“He may remember that I am Percy's sister,” suggested Dorothy.
“It doesn't matter whose sister you are,” was the decisive reply. “Nothing matters”—Marguerite rose slowly, and shook the sand from her dress—“nothing matters, except one thing, and that appears to be a matter of absolute chance.”
She climbed slowly to the summit of the dune under which they had been sitting, and there, pausing, she looked back. She nodded gaily down at Dorothy. Then suddenly, she held out her hands before her, and Cornish, looking up, saw her slim young form poised59 against the sky in a mock attitude of benediction60.
“Bless you, my dears,” she cried, and with a short laugh turned and walked towards the Villa des Dunes.
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