For the next two or three days we were completely happy. Mr. Monk1, having departed, could no longer interrupt us at inauspicious moments, so we had all the golden hours to ourselves. Also the weather unexpectedly changed from autumnal greyness to a springlike delicacy2 of sunshine in a blue sky. It was more like May than the end of September, and the singing of the birds was echoed by our joyful3 hearts. We scarcely said a word about the Mootley crime, as we had tacitly agreed to abandon any search for the criminal. And indeed there remained no clue to lead to the discovery of the assassin. At times I had doubts about the mysterious person whose name Gertrude had so steadily4 refused to tell me. I felt sure that she was shielding someone, and could not think of any reason strong enough to make her do so. But I put the doubt from me when she smiled into my eyes and surrendered myself entirely5 to the happiness of the magic hour.
Whether Miss Destiny guessed the truth I cannot say. She never came near The Lodge6, as she only haunted it when Mr. Monk appeared on the scene, and then merely for the sake of getting what she could out of him. But as Lucinda was always shopping in the village, and the dwellers7 in Burwain were born gossips, Miss Destiny must have heard that her niece was receiving me at all hours and in all places. Knowing my infatuation, she would put two and two together, and the resultant four would prove to her suspicious mind that we had come to an understanding. But if she did arrive at this knowledge she made no sign. Perhaps she was content to wait events so long as her half of the fifty thousand pounds was safe. At all events she lay snug9 in the jungle which surrounded her tin hovel, like the malignant10 fairy she was.
But the golden days came to an end, as golden days will, since an everlasting11 Paradise is impossible on earth. I was forced to keep my promise to Cannington and seek London, else he would certainly have put in an inopportune appearance. Of course in spite of his title and looks, and the possible support of Mr. Walter Monk--always supposing the two met--he could do nothing now, as Gertrude had solemnly promised to be my wife. All the same I did not want Cannington to come stumbling into Love's garden. Later on, when the first ecstasy12 of delight had passed away, I promised myself that he should be formally presented to my newly-captured Diana. But at the moment a duet was better than a trio, so I explained matters to Gertrude and put the Rippler in order for a spin to London.
"But you won't remain long away, dear?" she asked me. "Promise me, promise me."
I did promise her, with many a kiss, on the bare road between Burwain and Tarhaven. So far I had taken her in my car, and now it was necessary that she should return. Only the birds and sheep, the sailing clouds and the all-beholding sun, saw our embrace, so we gave ourselves up fully13 to the delight. The parting indeed was "sweet sorrow," as Shakespeare says, and only at the golden moment did I fully understand the feelings of Romeo.
The day was balmy and sunny, the roads were dry, and the Rippler was on her best behavior, so the journey to London was extremely pleasant. I reached my West Kensington flat early in the afternoon. As I had telegraphed the probable time of my arrival to the caretaker's wife, who usually looked after my rooms, I found everything in good order. There was a brisk fire, a good meal, and a warm bath awaiting me, so I spent the next hour very pleasantly. Cannington had already been informed that I would call at Lady Denham's Grosvenor Square house about five o'clock, therefore I had ample time to get ready for the visit.
After writing a few letters, and looking into my bankbook, I arrayed myself in the purple and fine linen14 of the West End--that is, I assumed a frock coat, grey trousers, patent leather boots, and all the paraphernalia15 of society. Then I sallied forth16, and--giving the Rippler a rest--jumped into a taxi-cab. After the perfect quietness of the country the bustle17 and roar of the many-colored life in London streets rather appealed to me. I was quite sorry when the vehicle stopped at my destination.
A stately footman took my hat and gloves, and showed me into the smoking-room, where Lord Cannington awaited me. The boy sprang to his feet and rushed forward to shake hands.
"I'm so glad to see you, Vance," he said breathlessly; "how jolly well you look. I suppose"----He began to laugh, and could get no further.
"Well," said I, sitting down and accepting a cigarette, "I presume your laugh means that I am engaged."
"Good Lord, no! I don't go so far as that. But you went in search of the original of the photograph, and having found her, I can see that love has proved to be the elixir18 of life."
"You are quite poetical19, Cannington, and excessively complimentary20."
"Oh, rot! I'm only speaking the truth. You looked as hard as nails."
I laughed. "I don't know, but what I am as soft as butter, so far as the heart is concerned."
"Ah, that's the effect of love," said Cannington wisely; "that is, if you really are in love. I say, old chap, are you in earnest?"
"So much so that I am engaged."
"Engaged! Good Lord!"
"Engaged to Gertrude Monk, who loves me as much as I love her."
"Good Lord!" said Cannington again, and rose to his feet to say it. "I say, you haven't lost much time, have you?"
"No. Circumstances precipitated21 matters."
"But are you sure that you are wise, Vance. Remember. 'Marry in haste and repent22 at leisure.'"
I laughed again. It seemed so strange that the boy should advise an elderly person such as I was. "It's all right, Cannington, I know what I'm about. You shall be best man."
"Delighted, and--I say--you don't mind me having said what I did say. We're old friends, you know."
"That's all right, boy. Sit down, and I'll tell you everything that has taken place since we parted at Murchester. But I must ask you to be secret."
Cannington flushed. "As if I'd be such a bounder as to talk of your love affairs," he growled23.
"The love affairs in this case are merely a side issue, although important enough to me, boy. What I wish to explain is what I have discovered with regard to Mrs. Caldershaw's death."
"Oh!" Cannington jumped up again, greatly excited. "Are you prying24 into that still?"
"Yes. It is that case which led me into the engagement with Gertrude. But I have given up searching further."
"Why?"
"Because I see no clue to follow. Moreover, Gertrude wishes me to stop looking into the matter. And after all, it is no use sullying our love with the sordid25 details of this crime. Yet, yet"--I rose in my earnestness--"Cannington, although you are years younger than I am, I intend to ask your advice."
"Yes--that's all right. What is it?"
"I shall tell you all I know, and then you can judge what I mean."
The boy looked puzzled, but sat down again and lent an attentive26 ear to my recital27. I walked up and down the room, telling everything in detail, for I really did wish to hear what he thought. Cannington was young, but shrewd, and took a common-sense view of things. Gertrude's refusal to tell me the name of the person who had driven her from the shop lingered in my mind, as I knew we could never be completely happy if there were secrets between us. Nevertheless, I could not reveal what she had said on this point to Cannington, as it was a matter entirely between ourselves. But I intended to tell him everything else, and then ask him what he thought of the position of affairs. He waited with a grave face.
I therefore related all that I had discovered, beginning with the finding of the white cloak in the field, and ending with an account of the interview between Gertrude and myself, suppressing, as I have said, the fact that she withheld28 the name of the mysterious person. Cannington, with his eyes on my face, listened intently, and without interruption. He was acute enough to put his finger on the weak spot.
"Who was the person who entered the shop when Miss Monk went away?"
"I don't know," said truthfully, and glided29 into an easy explanation to preserve my secret. "Mrs. Caldershaw wished Miss Monk to leave without seeing the person, and therefore sent her out by the back door so hurriedly that she forgot the cloak and one of her hat-pins."
"That's unfortunate," muttered Cannington, his eyes on the carpet; "perhaps this person killed Mrs. Caldershaw."
I had Gertrude's assertion that this was not the case, but for obvious reasons could not impart the information to Cannington. "We can't be sure of that," I said smoothly30.
"We can't be sure of anything," insisted the boy thoughtfully, "still Miss Monk evidently left someone with Mrs. Caldershaw, and when you arrived on the scene Mrs. Caldershaw was dead. It seems to be that the lady killed her."
"The lady? Why do you think that this person was a lady?"
"Well, a woman, a female, what you will," he said impatiently. "She assumed the white cloak which was left behind in the kitchen, and ran off with your motor car."
"And with the eye?"
"Ah, I can't say I'm sure on that point," said Cannington musingly31. "You see the eye turned up--so you say--at the Burwain house. I think----" He paused.
"Yes; go on," said I encouragingly.
He shook his head. "I don't know what to think, Vance. The whole matter is most mysterious and perplexing. Give me a night to think about the matter. It is strange," he said suddenly, "that Miss Monk wants you to leave the matter alone."
"It is strange," I assented32, and winced33; "but there it is."
"Well, let it remain so until to-morrow," said Cannington hastily. "To-morrow, when I've had a good think, I'll give you my opinion."
I guessed what was in his mind, although delicacy prevented him from speaking plainly to me. Gertrude's conduct was suspicious, and he, not being in love with her saw the position more clearly than I did. I don't say he suspected her, but he apparently34 believed that she knew more than she chose to tell, and thus desired me to leave the case alone. In point of fact, Cannington fancied that Gertrude feared what I might discover if I pried35 further into the matter. Had he known, as I did, that she was withholding36 the name of the person who had called to see Mrs. Caldershaw, he might even have taken a blacker view of the matter. Of course, being Gertrude's devoted37 lover, and believing in her absolutely, I said nothing. All the same I felt a trifle uneasy myself, especially when I guessed what Cannington was thinking about. "The Queen of Hearts can do no wrong": so I amended38 the old saying. Nevertheless I fervently39 wished that Gertrude would be more frank with me. Only on perfect confidence would perfect love and perfect peace be established, to say nothing of perfect happiness.
After a pause Cannington, having promised to give me his opinion to-morrow, said no more, but began to talk of Lady Mabel. It seemed that Mr. Wentworth Marr had returned to London, and was more attentive than ever. "He's coming here to-day to afternoon tea," said Cannington, glancing at his watch, "in half-an-hour, I expect he'll turn up. Aunt Lucy and Mab will be here also, and Dicky Weston."
"Oh, Weston is attentive also?"
"Well, he is. In some way he got an inkling that Marr was paying court to Mabel, so he suddenly appeared, and has been here morning, noon, and night. I shouldn't be surprised if he proposed soon."
"Will Lady Mabel accept him?"
"Oh Lord! who knows what girls will do? I think she will, and yet Marr is a fascinating sort of tame-cat man, with heaps of money, so you may be inclined to go 'nap' on him."
"I shouldn't think a tame-cat man would suit your sister," I said dryly.
"Wait till you see him," said Cannington with a yawn; "he's not my style, I must confess. By the way, Dicky's getting on splendidly with his airship and wants some quiet place to put it together."
"To put it together. What do you mean, boy?"
"It's in bits," explained Cannington, "and he wishes to cart the several parts to some peaceful part of the country where the putting together won't be overlooked. What about Burwain?"
"Oh, you know it, Cannington. It's a dull little village between Gattlingsands and Tarhaven. Weston will find all the quiet he wants there. I suppose, like all inventors, he fears lest his especial secret for flying should be discovered."
"Something like that. And yet he told me heaps about his airship. It seems to be a clever sort of business, although it has a gas bag. I believe in the heavier-than-air business myself."
"What the dickens do you mean?"
"Aeroplanes, you know!" and Cannington entered into a long disquisition on the difference between navigable balloons and those machines which strive to fly, birdlike, by power of wing alone. In the middle of his lecture--which I confess bored me--the footman entered to announce that we were wanted in the drawing-room. Thither40 we repaired, and were welcomed by Mabel, Lady Denham, and by a dark, untidy little man, in whom I recognized Dick Weston.
Lady Denham was a stout41, fair-haired, phlegmatic-looking person, who never troubled herself about anyone if she could help it. Therefore she allowed her niece to pour out the tea, and allowed Cannington and myself to hand round the bread and butter, which latter business, of course, was right enough. She aroused herself so far as to say that I was looking well, and reminded her of my poor dear mother. After that she relapsed into meditation42, and devoted herself to making a regular substantial meal. There was nothing fairylike about Lady Denham.
Weston was quiet also, and sat near Mabel, haunched up in his chair like a little gnome43, but with eyes full of intelligence. He was not handsome, and being devoted to science--I suppose one would call airships science, although I can't be sure--his manner was preoccupied44 and dry. I wondered that a lively girl like Mabel could love such an uninteresting personage, but she did. I saw the flash of her eyes when they rested on his uncomely face and figure. But Weston was a decent little fellow, in spite of his exterior45, and there was something in his dark face which always attracted animals and children. Nevertheless Lady Mabel, handsome, titled, and lively, seemed to be the last person to make him a desirable wife. I managed to get her into a corner after we had eaten and drunk sufficient. "Mabel, tell me, which one of your suitors do you intend to take?"
"I can't say," she whispered back, and her lively face grew sad. "Of course I have known Dicky all my life, and he's a dear. But Mr. Marr is really a charming man. He will be here soon, and then you can judge for yourself."
"Marry Dicky, Mabel. I'm sure you love him," I advised.
"Yes, I do, and I really believe that he loves me. But I can't accept him unless he proposes. He's always in the clouds. Just look at him talking airships to Cannington instead of amiable46 nonsense to me."
"Do you think you will be happy with him?"
"Certainly. We get on capitally together."
"But he's a solitary47 inventor, and you are fond of society. Isn't it rather the coupling of the quick and the dead."
"What horrid48 things you say!" she retorted heatedly. "Of course, if I marry Dicky I shall shake him into a more companionable person. He's got plenty of money, and I daresay when he finishes this airship he'll come out of his shell. The only way I can make him talk is by making him jealous, so I am waiting for Mr. Marr to flirt49 with."
"Then you are really using Mr. Marr as a stalking-horse to secure Dicky?"
"Well, I am, in a way. But if Dicky will go on being so silly, and sitting as mum as an owl8, I shall marry the stalking horse."
"No, Mabel, don't do that; marry for love."
"I can't afford to, you silly man. Cannington and I haven't sixpence between us. And what do you know about love?"
"I know all about it," I whispered proudly. "I'm engaged."
"Oh, Cyrus!" Her eyes shone like stars, and she gasped50. "Who is she?"
"A lady called Miss Gertrude Monk, who lives at Burwain."
Before Mabel could ask further questions, Cannington's sharp ear caught the name, and he called out to me. "Vance, I have just been talking to Dicky here about Burwain, and he thinks it will be the very place to establish his workshop. Come and tell him all about it."
"Bother!" murmured Lady Mabel "when I want to hear all about your love affair. Is she pretty?"
"More than pretty. She is an angel."
"Oh, all men say that of a girl before marriage: all except Dicky, that is. I have never managed to get him enthusiastic enough to call me an angel."
"Perhaps he thinks it goes without speaking, Mabel, and----"
"Vance! Vance!" called out Cannington impatiently, and I had to obey the summons. Lady Mabel pouted51 and betook herself to the tea-table as Lady Denham requested, at the eleventh hour, a fresh cup.
"Tell me all about Burwain, Vance," commanded Dicky in his pleasant voice.
I did my best, and drew as vivid a word picture as I was able. When Weston heard of the absence of a railway station, of large tracts52 of common, and of the sparsity53 of population, he rubbed his hands. "It's capital," he remarked. "I shall go down next week and lease a portion of the common, outside the village. Then I shall run up a high fence, and take down by rail all the parts of my machine. It won't take long to put together. Then we can all take a fly to the moon."
"Not me," said Mabel firmly. "I don't want to be smashed up."
"That isn't a compliment to my invention," said Dicky hotly, "but I suppose you'll come down and see me start?"
"That means I shall come down to say good-bye," she replied smiling. "Oh, Dicky, you're a dear boy when you are sensible: but this airship rubbish----"
"Mabel, I thought you admired my airship?" he expostulated indignantly.
"How can I, when I have never seen it. Besides, a woman never admires anything that takes the attention of a man off herself."
"What nonsense! I'm always thinking of you." Mabel blushed and laughed skeptically. "Am I to believe that, Dicky?"
"Of course," and then Dicky, in spite of the presence of three other people, might have gone on to say much more--for he really seemed to be warming to a proposal--when Lady Denham sat up and sighed.
"You boys will have to go away," she said in her soft, slow voice; "we have to go out to dinner to-night and to the theatre afterwards, and then to an At Home. I'm sure I would much rather rest in my bed."
"Then why don't you, Aunt Lucy?" asked Cannington bluntly.
"My dear boy," she said reprovingly, "I must take Mabel out and give her some entertainment. Besides, I have made up my mind to get her married."
"Married," cried Dicky indignantly.
"Of course. Mabel isn't cut out for an old maid."
"Perhaps Dicky thinks that I am," said Mabel, looking slyly at the untidy inventor; "that is, if he ever thinks of anything but airships."
"I think of no end of things," said Weston rather crossly, "and I don't see why you are in such a hurry to get married."
"I am not in a hurry."
"Really," said Cannington uneasily, "this conversation is growing personal."
"We all belong to the family here," said Lady Denham wearily. "I look on Cyrus as a son. His mother and I were at school together. A very charming girl she was, too."
"Is Dicky one of the family?" asked Mabel, with a glance at the inventor.
"Of course I am," he said hotly, for Mabel seemed to be rousing him out of his absent-mindedness, "haven't I known you and Cannington for years?"
"I don't think we have ever known you," said Cannington with a laugh, "you are always in the clouds."
"As an airship inventor should be," said I pointedly54. "Airship," said Lady Mabel teasingly, "it's nothing but a gas balloon."
"It isn't," snapped Dicky, jumping up, greatly excited by this insult to his pet invention; "when the works are established at Burwain you come down and you will see exactly what I mean."
"Oh, I shall come to Burwain with pleasure," said Mabel, sending a look in my direction. "I am very anxious to go to Burwain."
"Really," said Weston, and his cheeks flushed. After all, it appeared as though Cannington had overrated Dicky's absent-mindedness, for he was singularly alert and watchful55. In my opinion he looked upon Lady Mabel Wotton as his own especial property, and therefore was not troubling himself to make a too impulsive56 proposal. Perhaps he was waiting to launch his airship before launching himself on the sea of matrimonial troubles. But he said no more, although the flush spoke57 volumes, for Lady Denham struck in quietly, in her placid58 voice.
"I thought Mr. Marr was coming to tea," she said, looking round slowly.
"I believe he's entering the house now," said Cannington, with the air of a listener. "I heard a motor drive up."
"A charming man," said Lady Denham lazily, "and devoted to Mabel."
"Oh, is he?" growled Weston, darting59 an angry look at the girl, which she sustained with a sweetly unconscious air. "He must----"
Weston appeared to be doomed60 to interruption, for just as he was beginning a diatribe61 on his rival, the door opened and a footman announced: "Mr. Wentworth Marr" in grandiloquent62 tones.
A man entered, and I gasped, as well I might. Mr. Wentworth Marr of London was none other than Mr. Walter Monk of Burwain.
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