The boulevards would be bright with light, and there would be lines of twinkling autos in the Bois for the late diners at the Aromonville. She looked across at the girl sitting under a big lamp in a window recess2, a book on her knees, but her mind and eyes elsewhere.
“Mary,” she said, and the girl, with a start, woke from her reverie.
“Do you want me, Lady Maxell?”
“What is the matter with Sir John? You know him better than I do.”
The girl shook her head.
“I hardly know, Lady Maxell——”
“For heaven’s sake don’t call me ‘Lady Maxell,’?” said the other irritably3. “I’ve told you to call me Sadie if you want to.” There was a silence. “Evidently you don’t want,” snapped the woman. “You’re what I call a fine, sociable4 family. You seem to get your manners from your new friend.”
The girl went red.
“My new friend?” she asked, and Lady Maxell turned her back to her with some resolution and resumed for a moment the reading of her magazine.
“I don’t mind if you find any pleasure in talking to that kind of insect,” she said, putting the periodical down again. “Why, the world’s full of those do-nothing boys. I suppose he knows there’s money coming to you.”
The girl smiled.
“Very little, Lady Maxell,” she said.
“A little’s a lot to a man like that,” said the other. “You mustn’t think I am prejudiced because I was—er—annoyed the other day. That is temperament5.”
Again the girl smiled, but it was a different kind of smile, and Lady Maxell observed it.
“You can marry him as far as I am concerned,” she said. “These sneaking6 meetings are not exactly complimentary7 to Sir John, that’s all.”
“I suppose you’re speaking of Mr. Anderson,” she said. “Yes, I have met him, but there has been nothing furtive9 in the meetings. He stopped me in the park and apologised for having been responsible for the scene—for your temperament, you know.”
Lady Maxell looked up sharply, but the girl met her eyes without wavering.
“I hope you aren’t trying to be sarcastic,” complained the older woman. “One never knows how deep you are. But I can tell you this, that sarcasm10 is wasted on me.”
“I’m sure of that,” said the girl.
Lady Maxell looked again, but apparently11 the girl was innocent of offensive design.
“I say I met Mr. Anderson. He was very polite and very nice. Then I met him again—in fact, I have met him several times,” she said thoughtfully. “So far from his being a do-nothing, Lady Maxell, I think you are doing him an injustice12. He is working at the Parade Drug Store.”
“He will make a fine match for you,” said the woman. “Sir John will just love having a shop-walker in the family!”
That ended the conversation for both of them, and they sat reading for a quarter of an hour before Lady Maxell threw her magazine on the floor and got up.
“Sir John had a telegram yesterday that worried him,” she said. “Do you know what it was about?”
“Honestly I do not know, Lady Maxell,” said the girl. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“He brought all his money and securities from the Dawlish and County Bank to-day and put them in his safe and he had the chief constable14 with him for half an hour this morning.”
This was news to the girl, and she was interested in spite of herself.
“Now, Mary,” said Lady Maxell, “I’m going to be frank with you—frankness pays sometimes. They called my marriage a romance of the screen. Every newspaper said as much and I suppose that is true. But the most romantic part of the marriage was my estate in Honolulu, my big house in Paris and my bank balance. Ellsberger’s publicity15 man put all that stuff about, and I’ve an idea that Sir John was highly disappointed when he found he’d married me for myself alone. That’s how it strikes me.”
Here was a marriage which had shocked Society and had upset the smooth current of the girl’s life, placed in an entirely16 new light.
“Aren’t you very rich?” she asked slowly, and Sadie laughed.
“Rich! There was a tram fare between me and the workhouse the day I married Sir John,” she said. “I don’t blame him for being disappointed. Lots of these cinema stars are worth millions—I wasn’t one of them. I married because I thought I was going to have a good time—lots of money and plenty of travel—and I chose with my eyes shut.”
The girl was silent. For once Sadie Maxell’s complaint had justification17. Sir John Maxell was not a spending man. He lived well, but never outside the circle of necessity.
The girl was about to speak, when there came a dramatic interruption.
There was a “whang!” a splintering of glass and something thudded against the wall. Lady Maxell stood up as white as death.
The girl was pale, but she did not lose her nerve.
“Somebody fired a shot. Look!”
She pulled aside the curtain. “The bullet went through the window.”
“Keep away from the window, you fool!” screamed the woman. “Turn out the light! Ring the bell!”
Mary moved across the room and turned the switch. They waited in silence, but no other shot was fired. Perhaps it was an accident. Somebody had been firing at a target. . . .
“Go and tell my husband!” said Sadie. “Quickly!”
The girl passed through the lighted hall upstairs and knocked at Sir John’s door. There was no answer. She tried the door, but found it locked. This was not unusual. He had a separate entrance to his study, communicating by a balcony and a flight of stairs with the garden. A wild fear seized her. Possibly Sir John had been in the garden when the shot was fired; it may have been intended for him. She knocked again louder, and this time she heard his step and the door was opened.
“Did you knock before?” he asked. “I was writing——”
Then he saw her face.
“What has happened?” he demanded.
The girl told him, and he made his way downstairs slowly, as was his wont19. He entered the drawing-room, switched on the lights, and without a glance at his wife walked to the window and examined the shattered pane20.
“I imagined I heard a noise, but thought somebody had dropped something. When did this happen? Just before you came up?”
The girl nodded.
Maxell looked from one to the other. His wife was almost speechless with terror, and Mary Maxell alone was calm.
He walked down to the hall where the telephone hung and rang through to the police station, and the girl heard all he said.
“Yes, it is Sir John Maxell speaking. A shot has just been fired through my window. No, not at me—I was in my study. Apparently a rifle shot. Yes, I was right——”
Presently he came back.
“The police will be here in a few moments to make a search of the grounds,” he said, “but I doubt whether they will catch the miscreant22.”
“Is it possible that it was an accident?” asked the girl.
“Accident?” He smiled. “I think not,” he said dryly. “That kind of accident is liable to happen again. You had better come up to my study, both of you, till the police arrive,” he said and led the way up the stairs.
He did not attempt to support his wife, though her nerve was obviously shaken. Possibly he did not observe this fact until they were in the room, for after a glance at her face he pushed a chair forward.
“Sit down,” he said.
The study was the one room to which his wife was seldom admitted. Dominated as he was by her in other matters, he was firm on this point. It was perhaps something of a novelty for her—a novelty which will still the whimper of the crying child has something of the same effect upon a nervous woman.
The door of the safe was open and the big table was piled high with sealed packages. The only money she saw was a thick pad of bank-notes fastened about with a paper bandage, on which something was written. On this she fixed23 her eyes. She had never seen so much money in her life, and he must have noticed the attention this display of wealth had created, for he took up the money and slipped it into a large envelope.
“This is your money, Mary,” he beamed over his glasses at the girl.
She was feeling the reaction of her experience now and was trembling in every limb. Yet she thought she recognised in this diversion an attempt on his part to soothe24 her, and she smiled and tried hard to respond.
They had been daily companions since she was a mite25 of four, and between him and his dead brother’s child there was a whole lot of understanding and sympathy which other people never knew.
“My money, uncle?” she asked.
He nodded.
“I realised your investments last week,” he said. “I happened to know that the Corporation in which the money stood had incurred26 very heavy losses through some error in insurance. It isn’t a great deal, but I couldn’t afford to let you take any further risks.
“There was, of course, a possibility of this shot having been fired by accident,” he went on, reverting27 to the matter which would naturally be at the back of his mind. Then he fell into thought, pacing the room in silence.
“I thought you were out,” he said, stopping suddenly in front of the girl. “You told me you were going to a concert.”
Before she could explain why she changed her mind they heard the sound of voices in the hall.
“Stay here,” said Sir John. “It is the police. I will go down and tell them all there is to know.”
When her husband had gone, Lady Maxell rose from her chair. The table, with its sealed packages, drew her like a magnet. She fingered them one by one, and came at last to the envelope containing Mary’s patrimony28. This she lifted in her hands, weighing it. Then, with a deep sigh, she replaced the package on the table.
“There’s money there,” she said, and Mary smiled.
“Not a great deal, I’m afraid. Father was comparatively poor when he died.”
“There’s money,” said Lady Maxell thoughtfully; “more than I have ever seen since I have been in this house, believe me.”
She returned, as though fascinated, and lifted the envelope again and peered inside.
“Poor, was he?” she said. “I think you people don’t know what poverty is. Do you know what all this means?”
She held the envelope up and there was a look in her face which the girl had never seen before.
“It means comfort, it means freedom from worry, it means that you don’t have to pretend and make love to men whom you loathe29.”
The girl had risen and was staring at her.
“Lady Maxell!” she said in a shocked voice. “Why—why—I never think of money like that.”
“Why should you?” said the woman roughly, as she flung the package on the table. “I’ve been after money in quantities like that all my life. It has always been dangling30 in front of me and eluding31 me—eluding is the word, isn’t it?” she asked carelessly.
“What are all those pictures?” she changed the subject abruptly32, pointing to the framed photographs which covered the walls. “They’re photographs of India, aren’t they?”
“Morocco,” said the girl. “Sir John was born in Morocco and lived there until he went to school. He speaks Arabic like a native. Did you know that?”
“Morocco,” said Lady Maxell. “That’s strange. Morocco!”
“Do you know it?” asked the girl.
“I’ve been there—once,” replied the other shortly. “Did Sir John go often?”
“Before he married, yes,” said Mary. “He had large interests there at one time, I think.”
Sir John came back at that moment, and Mary noticed that his first glance was at the table.
“Well, they’ve found nothing,” he said, “neither footprints nor the empty shell. They’re making a search of the grounds to-morrow. Lebbitter wanted to post a man to protect the house in view of the other matter.”
“What other matter?” asked his wife quickly.
“It is nothing,” he said, “nothing really which concerns you. Of course, I would not allow the police to do that. It would make the house more conspicuous33 than it is at present.”
He looked at the two.
“Now,” he said bluntly, “I think you had better go off to bed. I have still a lot of work to do.”
His wife obeyed without a word, and the girl was following her, when he called her back.
“Mary,” he said, laying his hand upon her shoulder, “I’m afraid I’m not the best man that ever lived, but I’ve tried to make you happy, my dear, in my own way. You’ve been as a daughter to me.”
She looked up at him with shining eyes. She could not trust herself to speak.
“Things haven’t gone as well as they might during the past year,” he said. “I made a colossal34 blunder, but I made it with my eyes open. It hasn’t been pleasant for either of us, but there’s no sense in regretting what you cannot mend. Mary, they tell me that you’ve been seeing a lot of this young man Anderson?”
She was annoyed to find herself going red when there was really no reason for it. She need not ask who “they” were, she could guess.
“I’ve been making inquiries35 about that boy,” said Sir John slowly, “and I can tell you this, he is straight. Perhaps he has led an unconventional life, but all that he told Sadie was true. He’s clean, and, Mary, that counts for something in this world.”
He seemed at a loss how to proceed.
“Anything might happen,” he went on. “Although I’m not an old man, I have enemies. . . .”
“You don’t mean——”
“I have many enemies,” he said. “Some of them are hateful, and I want to tell you this, that if trouble ever comes and that boy is within call—go to him. I know men, good, bad and indifferent; he’s neither bad nor indifferent. And now, good night!”
He kissed her on the forehead.
“You needn’t tell your aunt what I’ve been talking about,” he said at parting and led her to the door, closing and locking it behind her.
He sat down in his chair for a very long time before he made a move, then he began picking up the packages and carrying them to the safe. He stopped half-way through and resumed his seat in the chair, waiting for the hour to pass, by which time he judged the household would be asleep.
At midnight he took a pair of rubber boots from a locker36, pulled them on, and went out through the door leading to the balcony, down the covered stairway to the garden. Unerringly he walked across the lawn to a corner of his grounds which his gardeners had never attempted to cultivate. He stopped once and groped about in the bushes for a spade which he had carefully planted there a few nights before. His hand touched the rotting wood of an older spade and he smiled. For six years the tool had remained where he had put it the last time he had visited this No-Man’s-Land.
Presently he came to a little hillock and began digging. The soil was soft, and he had not gone far before the spade struck wood. He cleared a space two feet square and drew from the earth a small crescent of wood. It was, in fact, a part of the wooden cover of a well which had long since gone dry but which had been covered up by its previous owner and again covered by Maxell.
Lying at full length on the ground, he reached down through the aperture37, and his fingers found a big rusty38 nail on which was suspended a length of piano wire. At the end of the wire was attached a small leather bag and this he drew up and unfastened, and putting the bag on one side, let the free end of the wire fall into the well.
He replaced the wood, covered it again with earth, all the time exercising care, for, small as the aperture was, it was big enough for even a man of his size to slip through.
A cloaked figure which stood in the shadow of the bushes watching him, which had followed him as noiselessly across the lawn, saw him lift the bag and take it back to the house and disappear through the covered stairway. So still a night it was, that the watcher could hear the click of the lower door as Sir John locked it, and the soft pad of his feet as they mounted the stairs.
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publicity
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