Frankly8, Val Beverley puzzled me. It may or may not have been curious, that amidst such singular company I selected for my especial study a girl so freshly and typically English. I had thought at the moment of meeting her that she was provokingly pretty; I determined9, as the lunch proceeded, that she was beautiful. Once I caught Harley smiling at me in his quizzical fashion, and I wondered guiltily if I were displaying an undue10 interest in the companion of Madame.
Many topics were discussed, I remember, and beyond doubt the colonel’s cousin-housekeeper dominated the debate. She possessed11 extraordinary force of personality. Her English was not nearly so fluent as that spoken by the colonel, but this handicap only served to emphasize the masculine strength of her intellect. Truly she was a remarkable13 woman. With her blanched14 hair and her young face, and those fine, velvety16 eyes which possessed a quality almost hypnotic, she might have posed for the figure of a sorceress. She had unfamiliar17 gestures and employed her long white hands in a manner that was new to me and utterly18 strange.
I could detect no family resemblance between the cousins, and I wondered if their kinship were very distant. One thing was evident enough: Madame de Stämer was devoted19 to the Colonel. Her expression when she looked at him changed entirely20. For a woman of such intense vitality21 her eyes were uncannily still; that is to say that whilst she frequently moved her head she rarely moved her eyes. Again and again I found myself wondering where I had seen such eyes before. I lived to identify that memory, as I shall presently relate.
In vain I endeavoured to define the relationship between these three people, so incongruously set beneath one roof. Of the fact that Miss Beverly was not happy I became assured. But respecting her exact position in the household I was reduced to surmises22.
The Colonel improved on acquaintance. I decided24 that he belonged to an order of Spanish grandees25 now almost extinct. I believed he would have made a very staunch friend; I felt sure he would have proved a most implacable enemy. Altogether, it was a memorable meal, and one notable result of that brief companionship was a kind of link of understanding between myself and Miss Beverley.
Once, when I had been studying Madame de Stämer, and again, as I removed my glance from the dark face of Colonel Menendez, I detected the girl watching me; and her eyes said, “You understand; so do I.”
Some things perhaps I did understand, but how few the near future was to show.
The signal for our departure from table was given by Madame de Stämer. She whisked her chair back with extraordinary rapidity, the contrast between her swift, nervous movements and those still, basilisk eyes being almost uncanny.
“Off you go, Juan,” she said; “your visitors would like to see the garden, no doubt. I must be away for my afternoon siesta26. Come, my dear”—to the girl—“smoke one little cigarette with me, then I will let you go.”
She retired27, wheeling herself rapidly out of the room, and my glance lingered upon the graceful28 figure of Val Beverley until both she and Madame were out of sight.
“Now, gentlemen,” said the Colonel, resuming his seat and pushing the decanter toward Paul Harley, “I am at your service either for business or amusement. I think”—to Harley—“you expressed a desire to see the tower?”
“Decidedly. Mr. Knox will join us?”
Harley, unseen by the Colonel, glanced at me in a way which I knew.
“Thanks all the same,” I said, smiling, “but following a perfect luncheon I should much prefer to loll upon the lawn, if you don’t mind.”
“But certainly I do not mind,” cried the Colonel. “I wish you to be happy.”
“Join you in a few minutes, Knox,” said Harley as he went out with our host.
“All right,” I replied, “I should like to take a stroll around the gardens. You will join me there later, no doubt.”
As I walked out into the bright sunshine I wondered why Paul Harley had wished to be left alone with Colonel Menendez, but knowing that I should learn his motive30 later, I strolled on through the gardens, my mind filled with speculations31 respecting these unusual people with whom Fate had brought me in contact. I felt that Miss Beverley needed protection of some kind, and I was conscious of a keen desire to afford her that protection. In her glance I had read, or thought I had read, an appeal for sympathy.
Not the least mystery of Cray’s Folly was the presence of this girl. Only toward the end of luncheon had I made up my mind upon a point which had been puzzling me. Val Beverley’s gaiety was a cloak. Once I had detected her watching Madame de Stämer with a look strangely like that of fear.
Puffing33 contentedly34 at my cigar I proceeded to make a tour of the house. It was constructed irregularly. Practically the entire building was of gray stone, which created a depressing effect even in the blazing sunlight, lending Cray’s Folly something of an austere35 aspect. There were fine lofty windows, however, to most of the ground-floor rooms overlooking the lawns, and some of those above had balconies of the same gray stone. Quite an extensive kitchen garden and a line of glasshouses adjoined the west wing, and here were outbuildings, coach-houses and a garage, all connected by a covered passage with the servants’ quarters.
Pursuing my enquiries, I proceeded to the north front of the building, which was closely hemmed36 in by trees, and which as we had observed on our arrival resembled the entrance to a monastery37.
Passing the massive oaken door by which we had entered and which was now closed again, I walked on through the opening in the box hedge into a part of the grounds which was not so sprucely groomed38 as the rest. On one side were the yews39 flanking the Tudor garden and before me uprose the famous tower. As I stared up at the square structure, with its uncurtained windows, I wondered, as others had wondered before me, what could have ever possessed any man to build it.
Visible at points for many miles around, it undoubtedly40 disfigured an otherwise beautiful landscape.
I pressed on, noting that the windows of the rooms in the east wing were shuttered and the apartments evidently disused. I came to the base of the tower, To the south, the country rose up to the highest point in the crescent of hills, and peeping above the trees at no great distance away, I detected the red brick chimneys of some old house in the woods. North and east, velvet15 sward swept down to the park.
As I stood there admiring the prospect41 and telling myself that no Voodoo devilry could find a home in this peaceful English countryside, I detected a faint sound of voices far above. Someone had evidently come out upon the gallery of the tower. I looked upward, but I could not see the speakers. I pursued my stroll, until, near the eastern base of the tower, I encountered a perfect thicket42 of rhododendrons. Finding no path through this shrubbery, I retraced43 my steps, presently entering the Tudor garden; and there strolling toward me, a book in her hand, was Miss Beverley.
“Holloa, Mr. Knox,” she called; “I thought you had gone up the tower?”
“No,” I replied, laughing, “I lack the energy.”
“Do you?” she said, softly, “then sit down and talk to me.”
She dropped down upon a grassy44 bank, looking up at me invitingly45, and I accepted the invitation without demur46.
“I love this old garden,” she declared, “although of course it is really no older than the rest of the place. I always think there should be peacocks, though.”
“Yes,” I agreed, “peacocks would be appropriate.”
“And little pages dressed in yellow velvet.”
“Do you know, Miss Beverley,” I said, watching her, “I find it hard to place you in the household of the Colonel.”
“Yes?” she said simply; “you must.”
“Oh, then you realize that you are—”
“Out of place here?”
“Quite.”
“Of course I am.”
She smiled, shook her head, and changed the subject.
“I am so glad Mr. Paul Harley has come down,” she confessed.
“You know my friend by name, then?”
“In Nice? Did you live in Nice before you came here?”
Val Beverley nodded slowly, and her glance grew oddly retrospective.
“I lived for over a year with Madame de Stämer in a little villa47 on the Promenade48 des Anglaise,” she replied. “That was after Madame was injured.”
“She sustained her injuries during the war, I understand?”
“Yes. Poor Madame. The hospital of which she was in charge was bombed and the shock left her as you see her. I was there, too, but I luckily escaped without injury.”
“What, you were there?”
“Yes. That was where I first met Madame de Stämer. She used to be very wealthy, you see, and she established this hospital in France at her own expense, and I was one of her assistants for a time. She lost both her husband and her fortune in the war, and as if that were not bad enough, lost the use of her limbs, too.”
“Courage!” exclaimed the girl, “if you knew all that I know about her.”
“Really, she is simply wonderful. I learned to respect her in those days as I have never respected any other woman in the world; and when, after all her splendid work, she, so vital and active, was stricken down like that, I felt that I simply could not leave her, especially as she asked me to stay.”
“So you went with her to Nice?”
“Yes. Then the Colonel took this house, and we came here, but—”
“Perhaps you are not quite happy?”
“No,” she said, “I am not. You see it was different in France. I knew so many people. But here at Cray’s Folly it is so lonely, and Madame is—”
Again she hesitated.
“Yes?”
“Well,” she laughed in an embarrassed fashion, “I am afraid of her at times.”
“In what way?”
“Oh, in a silly, womanish sort of way. Of course she is a wonderful manager; she rules the house with a rod of iron. But really I haven’t anything to do here, and I feel frightfully out of place sometimes. Then the Colonel—Oh, but what am I talking about?”
“Won’t you tell me what it is that the Colonel fears?”
“You know that he fears something, then?”
“Of course. That is why Paul Harley is here.”
“I wish I knew what it all meant.”
“You are aware, then, that there is something wrong?”
“Naturally I am. Sometimes I have been so frightened that I have made up my mind to leave the very next day.”
“You mean that you have been frightened at night?” I asked with curiosity.
“Dreadfully frightened.”
“Won’t you tell me in what way?”
She looked up at me swiftly, then turned her head aside, and bit her lip.
“No, not now,” she replied. “I can’t very well.”
“Then at least tell me why you stayed?”
“Well,” she smiled rather pathetically, “for one thing, I haven’t anywhere else to go.”
“Have you no friends in England?”
She shook her head.
“No. There was only poor daddy, and he died over two years ago. That was when I went to Nice.”
“Poor little girl,” I said; and the words were spoken before I realized their undue familiarity.
An apology was on the tip of my tongue, but Miss Beverley did not seem to have noticed the indiscretion. Indeed my sympathy was sincere, and I think she had appreciated the fact.
She looked up again with a bright smile.
“Why are we talking about such depressing things on this simply heavenly day?” she exclaimed.
“Goodness knows,” said I. “Will you show me round these lovely gardens?”
Thereupon we set out, and at every step I found a new delight in some wayward curl, in a gesture, in the sweet voice of my companion. Her merry laugh was music, but in wistful mood I think she was even more alluring56.
The menace, if menace there were, which overhung Cray’s Folly, ceased to exist—for me, at least, and I blessed the lucky chance which had led to my presence there.
We were presently rejoined by Colonel Menendez and Paul Harley, and I gathered that my surmise23 that it had been their voices which I had heard proceeding57 from the top of the tower to have been only partly accurate.
“I know you will excuse me, Mr. Harley,” said the Colonel, “for detailing the duty to Pedro, but my wind is not good enough for the stairs.”
He used idiomatic58 English at times with that facility which some foreigners acquire, but always smiled in a self-satisfied way when he had employed a slang term.
“I quite understand, Colonel,” replied Harley. “The view from the top was very fine.”
“And now, gentlemen,” continued the Colonel, “if Miss Beverley will excuse us, we will retire to the library and discuss business.”
“As you wish,” said Harley; “but I have an idea that it is your custom to rest in the afternoon.”
Colonel Menendez shrugged59 his shoulders. “It used to be,” he admitted, “but I have too much to think about in these days.”
“I can see that you have much to tell me,” admitted Harley; “and therefore I am entirely at your service.”
Val Beverley smiled and walked away swinging her book, at the same time treating me to a glance which puzzled me considerably60. I wondered if I had mistaken its significance, for it had seemed to imply that she had accepted me as an ally. Certainly it served to awaken61 me to the fact that I had discovered a keen personal interest in the mystery which hung over this queerly assorted62 household.
I glanced at my friend as the Colonel led the way into the house. I saw him staring upward with a peculiar63 expression upon his face, and following the direction of his glance I could see an awning64 spread over one of the gray-stone balconies. Beneath it, reclining in a long cane65 chair, lay Madame de Stämer. I think she was asleep; at any rate, she gave no sign, but lay there motionless, as Harley and I walked in through the open French window followed by Colonel Menendez.
Odd and unimportant details sometimes linger long in the memory. And I remember noticing that a needle of sunlight, piercing a crack in the gaily-striped awning rested upon a ring which Madame wore, so that the diamonds glittered like sparks of white-hot fire.
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