A pro-Boer meeting was announced to be held in Trafalgar Square, and Scarse was to speak in favor of the honest, God-fearing agriculturists, who, his imagination led him to believe, inhabited Pretoria. He and his following were dead against the war, and asserted that so many were the people of their opinion that only the big square could hold them. So they rejoiced at the prospect12 of their convention, which was going to force England into repeating the cowardly policy of the Liberals after Majuba--a policy miscalled magnanimous, and out of which all these present troubles had arisen. In Amsterdam, astute13 Dr. Leyds rejoiced also on the assumption that a house divided against itself could not stand. His President had provided him with that text, and the mere14 fact of this mass meeting seemed to prove the force of it.
Meanwhile he scattered15 money broadcast--Uitlander money--that the honorable Continental16 Press might yelp17 and clamor like jackals at the heels of the lion their respective countries dare not attack. It is only just to say that none of Leyds' guineas found their way into Scarse's pocket. If misguided, he was at least honest.
But Brenda took little notice of the question of the day, burning as it was. She concerned herself only with Harold, and had the fate of the Empire been at stake--as it seemed likely to be--she would still have thought of him. Instructed by Aunt Judy, she duly invited him to dinner. He refused on the plea of regimental duty. He would be in town, he said, toward the end of the week. Brenda imagined she could read a nervous fear in every line of his letter. But having no one to consult, she was obliged to wait his coming. He alone could explain much that was mysterious to her.
Meanwhile she resolved to see her father, and ask upon what grounds he suspected Lady Jenny. His hint about the crape referred unmistakably to that lady. And it was true; Lady Jenny had stated very plainly that she did not love her husband, and that because of his connection with some other woman. But she had said nothing on which Brenda could fasten now even in the light of suspicion; certainly she was in mourning for her father and wore crape usually. And it was probable that she wore it on the night of the murder. She had been out, too, about the hour when it took place. Then there was the fact that she was an accomplished18 shot; but all this evidence was purely19 circumstantial, and could in no way bring home the guilt20 to her. Yet she might have a motive21, and Scarse might know that motive, so Brenda sought out her father two or three days after their last interview. Come what would, she intended to force him to speak plainly.
That Harold's name might be cleared from the suspicions cast upon it by Inspector22 Woke, it was necessary that the guilt should be brought home to the right person. Now Brenda wished to be at rest about her father's connection with the strange man whose existence he denied.
But on the occasion of this second visit to Star Street she was unfortunate. Mr. Scarse was not at home, and the porter of the mansions23 did not know when he would be in. Brenda went upstairs to wait, and was admitted into the chambers24 by her father's old servant, a staid ex-butler who had been with him for years. This man brought her some tea, gave her an evening paper, and left her alone in the study. It was between four and five, so that the chances were that Mr. Scarse would soon return. One of his virtues25 was punctuality.
Leaning back in the deep armchair by her father's everlasting26 fire--quite superfluous27 on this warm evening--Brenda sipped28 her tea and fell to thinking of Harold.
She was physically29 tired, having been shopping all the morning with her aunt. The warmth of fire and atmosphere soothed30 her nerves and made her feel drowsy31. In a very few minutes she was fast asleep and dreaming of her lover. At least so concluded her father's butler when he peeped in to see if she required anything.
From her slumber32 Brenda was awakened33 by the touch of a hand on her shoulder. Then, as she languidly opened her eyes, a man bent34 over her and kissed her.
"Harold," she murmured, drowsily35, "my darling----"
"I win the gloves, Miss Scarse," said a quiet, calm voice. The man stepped back as she sprang to her feet.
"Mr. van Zwieten!" she cried, with a sense of suffocation36. "You!"
"I," answered Van Zwieten, removing the lampshade that he might see her more clearly.
Then she realized that she must have been sleeping a long time, for the lamp had not been lit when she sat down.
"You coward!" she panted, with flashing eyes--"you contemptible37 coward!"
Cool as he was, Van Zwieten winced38 at the hatred39 in her voice. But the more she loathed40 him the more determined41 he was to make her his wife. He recovered his calmness with a laugh, and stood by the table masterful and handsome in his smart town dress. No dandy could have been better turned out than the big Dutchman.
"Ach! I have touched the proud lips of little red Schefen," said he, quoting from Heine. "Come, Miss Scarse, when am I to have my gloves?"
"If I were a man I would kill you!"
"In that case--in any case--I am glad you are a woman. Why are you angry? I am only anticipating my right."
"Oh!" cried Brenda, clenching42 her hands, "will no one deliver me from this man?"
"No one," said Van Zwieten, slowly and determinedly43. "You are mine--you always were. That kiss makes you doubly so."
Brenda, seeing it was useless to speak, cast on him one look of scorn and stepped toward the door. Before she reached it he spoke44 again. What he said made her pause.
"Wait and listen to me, Miss Scarse--for your father's sake. Ah! you are wise. Come, here is a chair. Sit down; we have much to talk about."
"I prefer to stand. Tell me, what do you mean?" she burst out.
"What I say. Listen to me, for your father's sake. Or, if you care so little for him that you can get him into trouble without seeking to avert45 it, why the door is open."
In answer to this speech Brenda sat down and looked steadily46 at the man. He met her gaze frankly47, and throughout conducted the interview with his usual politeness. "I know you do not love me," said he, in his deep voice; "but I love you, and I am content to win your affection after marriage."
"I will never marry you. Take that answer once and for all."
"In that case you leave me free to deal with your father."
"I don't understand you."
"Then I explain--not everything, for I never trust women, not even you. But I know the truth about this murder--so does your father."
Brenda preserved her coolness. "Do you accuse him of the crime?"
"Perhaps," replied Van Zwieten, with a singular smile, "should you not agree to give up Captain Burton and marry me. I know who killed Malet."
"So do I," said Brenda, quietly. "It was the man you saw at the station on the night of the murder."
Van Zwieten smothered48 an ejaculation of surprise. "What do you know of him?"
"I know that he killed Mr. Malet--that my father shielded him, and sent him away. You dare not accuse my father of the murder."
"You are willing to risk that by refusing to marry me?"
"Yes; you can do your worst."
The Dutchman seemed rather disconcerted. He had not expected to be defied like this.
"I don't want to proceed to extremities49, Miss Scarse," he said doubtfully; "but I know much that may damage your father should it become public. And if you do not care for him, there is Burton to be considered. I can get him also into trouble."
"On what grounds?"
"I won't tell you. Ask him yourself. Ask him why he left Chippingholt so suddenly."
Brenda started, for the remark confirmed her suspicions that Harold was troubled in some way about this crime.
"I shall ask him. Have you anything more to say?"
"No; that will do for the present. Only," said Van Zwieten, menacingly, "I give you one last warning. If you marry Captain Burton, he is lost, your father is lost, and you will be a wretched woman all the rest of your days."
Up to the present Brenda had controlled her feelings very well. Now the feminine desire to speak her mind got the upper hand, and she rose to defy the Dutchman.
"You speak very boldly and confidently," she said; "but you do not speak plainly. You hint at my father's guilt, at some link connecting Captain Burton with this crime. I don't believe you have the knowledge you say you possess. I am not to be terrified by vain threats, Mr. van Zwieten--you are not dealing52 with a child."
"When the time comes I shall speak out," replied the man, sullenly53.
"Speak out now--if you can--if you dare!"
"No. I will do nothing in a hurry. But ask your father--ask Captain Burton--what they did on the night of the murder."
"You villain54! I believe you killed the man yourself."
"Oh, certainly," mocked Van Zwieten, "if it pleases you to think so." He took a turn up and down the room, then approached her with a grave smile.
"Miss Scarse," said he, entreatingly55, "this is not the wooing I care for. I love you, and I will have you to be my wife, but it is not my desire to gain you by force. Why cannot you accept me? I am a richer man than Captain Burton, and I will make you a better husband. Come with me to the Transvaal, and you know not what height I may raise you to. There will be war--I am certain there will be war. Afterward----"
"The Transvaal will cease to exist, Mr. van Zwieten."
"By Heaven! not so!" swore the Dutchman, growing red. "Ah, you do not know how we are tricking these English fools. I am Dutch, born in Holland, but I have thrown in my lot with the Boers. I and Leyds and Kruger and Steyn are set upon building up a new nation in South Africa. As the English, a century ago, were driven out of America, so will they be driven from the Cape56. They will go to war, thinking it will be an easy task. They do not know--they do not guess--we have more burghers, more arms, more friends than they think. They are less well prepared for war than we are. Wait--wait--all the world will be astonished before the year is out. Brenda, I could say much, but I dare not. Trust me, love me, marry me, and you will be great, even as I shall be great. Come with me and assist me to build up this new nation."
"At the expense of my own country!" cried the girl. "I would rather die! You are a Boer spy, a Boer liar57; but all your intrigues58, all your lies, will come to nothing. If there is a war, your Republic will be crushed, and your rebellion punished. Is it to me, a loyal Englishwoman, that you speak? Marry you! Betray my country! I defy your threat. I treat with contempt your boasts of conquest. Let me pass, Mr. van Zwieten. Never dare to speak to me again."
With a vigorous movement she thrust him back, and swept out of the door before he could recover his presence of mind. It was just as well she had gone, for Van Zwieten, baffled and scorned, gave way fully50 to his rage. He did not dare to follow and make a scandal, lest it should lead to inquiry59 about him and his doings. But he strode up and down the room, swearing volubly in Dutch and English. Furious with Brenda, furious with himself, he could not contain his anger. He had played his last, card, and had lost.
"No matter," he said, with a mighty oath, "I'll make her heart ache yet!" Though how he intended to do this was not clear even to himself.
Van Zwieten was involved in a maze60 of intrigue5; but he was doubtful how to use it to his own advantage. He had ample material to manufacture trouble in connection with this crime, but for want of certain missing links in the chain he was puzzled how to act. To Brenda he had spoken with less than his usual caution. He had been carried away by his feelings. He was madly in love with her, and the more she scorned him, the more he worshipped her. If he could not win her by fair means, he would do so by foul61. Without waiting for the return of Mr. Scarse, he left the chambers to think out some plan whereby he might net Brenda in his toils62. As yet he could not see clearly ahead. But in time he might hope to accomplish much that now appeared to be impossible.
Brenda returned to Kensington with a feeling of dread63. It was apparent that Van Zwieten knew something detrimental64 to her father, but she had grave doubts whether he could use his knowledge. He would have used it before, she thought, had it been a weapon of any strength. As to Harold, she could not conjecture65 what Van Zwieten's threat implied. He certainly had not killed Malet, nor, on the face of it, did he know anything about the matter. She looked forward anxiously to his arrival with the intention of warning him against his enemy. Only if there was perfect confidence between him and herself could they hope to baffle the wicked schemes of the Dutchman.
But Harold seemed to avoid her, and as he had apparently66 something to conceal67, she could not assure herself that he would confide51 everything to her. In that case Van Zwieten might succeed in implicating68 him, for she deemed him no match for the Dutchman single-handed.
The days passed, and she counted every hour, anxious for that one which would bring her lover to her arms. At length he came one afternoon. She found him looking pale and haggard as with mental torture. She uttered no word of reproach, but threw herself into his arms. He strained her almost fiercely to his breast and covered her face with kisses. They were alone in the drawing-room, as Mrs. St. Leger was out shopping and the colonel was holding forth69 at his club.
For some minutes neither of them spoke. It was Brenda who first broke the silence.
"My darling, how glad I am to see you again," she said, looking tenderly into his dark face. "Oh, why did you leave me so cruelly--so suddenly, at Chippingholt?"
"I thought you'd ask that," replied he, with an effort to appear gay. "Well, dear, it was for two reasons; in the first place, I was recalled suddenly by my colonel, and besides that I had bad news and did not dare to tell you."
"Oh, Harold, as though I could not bear anything for your sake. From whom did you have bad news?"
"Fran Van Zwieten, strange to say."
She withdrew herself suddenly from her lover's arms, and a feeling of terror came over her. Van Zwieten again--the man seemed to be her evil genius.
"What is the bad news?" she asked faintly.
"Malet gambled away my twenty thousand pounds. I have nothing but my small income!"
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