"Lady Denham, you are looking more charming than ever. Lady Mabel, the good wine of your beauty needs no bush to advertise its perfection. Cannington, I am delighted to see you again. Mr. Weston "--this last name was pronounced less effusively4--"I trust the airship stocks are rising. Ha! ha!" then he tittered at his small joke, made a comprehensive bow, and looked at me.
I quite expected to see him turn pale: I half expected to see him fly from the house where he was sailing under false colors. But I had yet to learn the complete self-possession of Mr. Walter Monk5, alias6 Mr. Wentworth Marr. He might have foreseen the meeting, so coolly did he eye me through his pince-nez. The tables were turned with a vengeance7, for I felt more like the culprit than did Mr. Monk.
"This is our oldest friend," said Mabel, and unless she had spoken I do not know how the little traitor9 would have acted, "Mr. Cyrus Vance."
"The dramatic author, I believe," remarked Mr. Monk--it is just as well to call him by his true name to prevent confusion--and bowed politely.
"Yes," said I, with a cool smile. There was no reason at that moment why I should denounce the little man, and he played his comedy so deliciously that, from sheer admiration11 of his impudence12, I felt compelled to take a judicious13 part in the same. "I am happy to meet you Mr.--er--er----"
"Marr, old chap," put in Cannington, quite unaware14 that anything was wrong.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Marr."
"Thank you," observed the fraud with a bow, "you flatter me, Mr. Vance."
He was--as I have said--as cool as a cucumber, to all outward appearances. Nevertheless, as he turned sideways to answer a question put by Lady Denham, I saw the perspiration15 bead16 his forehead. I knew that he was controlling himself with a great effort, although he never turned a hair. He was evidently taken aback by my complete calmness, yet it relieved his mind when he saw that I did not intend to make a scene. Yet, had I denounced him he undoubtedly17 would have been prepared with a crafty18 explanation, for he was too clever a schemer to leave anything to chance. And as I guessed, my chance observation that I knew Cannington had placed him to a certain degree on his guard.
With wonderful self-control he spoke8 to Lady Denham, and laughed with Mabel, and deftly19 led the conversation on to theatrical20 topics. When it became general he strolled over to me in a light and airy manner, until he was at my elbow. "And when are we to see a play at the West End by Mr. Cyrus Vance?" he asked gaily21, dropping his voice immediately at the end of the question to whisper: "Explanations when we leave."
"Oh," said I loudly, and replying to his public inquiry22, "I hope next year will see me successful as the author of a comedy." Then I in turn dropped my voice: "Count on my silence."
Monk drew a long breath of relief, but went on with his comedy. "I hope you will put me down for a box," he said effusively; "I am a great admirer of the drama."
"You shall be on the free list, Mr. Marr," I said, with ostentatious gush23.
The whispered words had not been heard by anyone in the room, so Mr. Marr and I understood one another thoroughly24 without anyone being the wiser. I half fancied Cannington's observant eyes might have seen our byplay and his sharp ears might have overheard: but for once he seemed to have missed his opportunity. Shortly Mr. Monk, more at ease, was conversing25 gaily on the news of the day. Lady Denham seemed to favour him, but Mabel had a contemptuous look on her face several times when he addressed her. I felt certain that only his supposed wealth attracted her, and that she had no respect for his tame-cat antics. And the cream of the joke was, that Mr. Walter Monk, passing himself off as Mr. Wentworth Marr, had only five hundred a year. I could not help giving vent10 to an audible laugh as the humour of the situation struck me.
"Why do you laugh, Cyrus?" asked Mabel, turning suddenly.
"I have thought of a good joke for a comic scene in a drama" said I grimly.
"May we hear it?" asked Mr. Monk audaciously, for he must have guessed the reason of my unseasonable merriment.
"Certainly not, sir. When you pay your money in the stalls you shall hear the joke delivered on the stage."
"I hope it's a good one," said Cannington scoffingly26.
"It's as funny a joke as I ever heard of," I replied cheerfully, and my eyes sought those of Mr. Monk significantly.
"I shall look forward to hearing it," he said, bowing politely, "and perhaps--as I know several of the managers--I may be able to assist you in getting your masterpiece staged. My card," and he passed along a piece of pasteboard, which was inscribed27: "Mr. Wentworth Marr, 3 Stratford Street, St. James's." "I am in rooms there, Mr. Vance, as I don't intend to take a house until I can find a lady to preside at my dinner-table."
Weston scowled28 at this, and Lady Denham smiled benignly29. "Oh, you millionaires are so modest," she said, in her slow, cool voice, "why, you have a country house in Essex, a shooting-box in Scotland, and a villa30 at Nice."
With tremendous audacity31 the fraud bowed as each place was mentioned. "I hope to receive you in them all, dear lady. Mr. Vance also, I trust, will honor me with his company."
"Oh, I'll come and see you with pleasure," said I grimly. Mr. Monk impressed me as a kind of Casanova, so matchless was his impertinence. I wondered how an honorable girl such as Gertrude undoubtedly was, came to have so scheming an adventurer as a father. I was also puzzled to think why Mr. Monk, whom I knew to be almost penniless, should wish to marry a pauper32 aristocrat33 like Lady Mabel Wotton. But as yet I was not in a position to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, and had to await enlightenment from the arch-rogue himself.
"I just looked in, my dear ladies," said Mr. Monk, accepting the title of millionaire quite complacently34, "to invite you to a box at the Curtain theatre early next week--Tuesday is the day, to be quite precise. There is a new play, which I think you will enjoy, Lady Denham."
"Delighted," she yawned. "I like going to the theatre. One can sit still all the time and say nothing."
"The performers on the stage say all that is to be said," replied Mr. Monk, smiling suavely35. "Lady Mabel, may I count on you?"
"Certainly," she answered swiftly, with a sly glance at the scowling36 Weston.
"And perhaps Lord Cannington----?"
"Thanks, no, Mr. Marr, I have to go back to Murchester. Leave's up."
"That's a pity. Mr. Vance?"
"If I am in town I shall be delighted," I answered mildly, and wondered more than ever at the audacity of the little man. He knew that I could expose him as a fraud, and must have been puzzled to know why I did not, yet he had the hardihood to drag me into his schemes of posing as a millionaire.
"Then that is all settled. And now," he added, making a comprehensive bow, "really and truly I must take my leave. Perhaps Mr. Vance, I can give you a lift in my motor?"
"You are really too good," I replied, accepting promptly37, and with scarcely a repressed chuckle38.
"But I say, Vance, I want you to go to dinner at the Savoy with me, and afterwards to the Empire," cried Cannington, catching39 my arm, while Mr. Monk was shaking hands and taking his leave.
"My dear boy, in any case I must go home and dress. Let us change the dinner into a supper at the Savoy, and I'll come here at nine o'clock to accompany you to the Empire."
Cannington was satisfied with this alteration40, and nodded. Then, in my turn, I took leave of the ladies and departed in the company of my proposed father-in-law. At the door a really magnificent motor, far surpassing my machine, was waiting, a brougham motor, with a chauffeur41 and a liveried footman. How Mr. Monk contrived42 to live in this style on five hundred a year I could not conceive: the machine alone must have cost three times the amount of his entire income. Then, with indignation, I thought of my dear, uncomplaining girl at Burwain, with her one poor frock and her touching43 belief in the honesty and kind-heartedness of this little villain44.
When we were safe in the motor and the footman had received his orders to take the vehicle "Home!"--to Strafford Street, no doubt--Mr. Monk made himself comfortable, then patted my knee in a most amiable45 manner. "Very good indeed, my dear sir, very good indeed," he said suavely, and in a most self-controlled manner, "you kept my little secret in a way worthy46 of a man of the world."
"Thank you. I am waiting for an explanation now," I said dryly.
"Do you think I owe you one?"
"I am of that opinion, Mr. Monk."
"Hush47!" He glanced anxiously through the glass at the backs of the footmen and chauffeur. "Here, in London; I am Mr. Marr."
"Mr. Wentworth Marr," I said mockingly. "May I ask why?"
"I do not see," he said smoothly48, "that you have any right to ask questions concerning my private business."
"I must correct you there," I answered hotly. "Lady Mabel Wotton, her brother, and Lady Denham are friends of mine. I do not wish to see them deceived, Mr.--er--er--Wentworth Marr."
"That is very creditable to your heart, Mr. Vance. But I fail to see how I am deceiving them."
"You wish to marry Lady Mabel?"
"Is that a crime? I am a widower49, and am free to take another wife."
"Not under the pretence50 that you are a wealthy man."
"How do you know?" asked Mr. Monk, smiling politely, "that I am not a wealthy man, Mr. Vance?"
"Pshaw, man!" I rejoined heatedly, for his cool insolence51 was getting on my nerves. "You have a life interest in five hundred a year and a tumbledown house with a few acres of land at Burwain."
"So far as you know, Mr. Vance, those are all my possessions, but when we reach my rooms," he leaned forward and peered through the misty52 glass, "we are nearly there now, I am glad to say, you will have an explanation which will astonish you. Had you recognized me when at Lady Denham's----"
"I did recognize you."
"Had you denounced me, I should have said," he went on pleasantly, "I should have made the explanation then and there."
"Ah!" said I meaningly, "I thought my chance mention of Cannington's name at Burwain forearmed you."
He nodded, and chuckled53 in his infernally oily manner. "It was just possible, seeing that Lord Cannington and Lady Mabel, to say nothing of Lady Denham, were our mutual54 friends, that we might meet, so I made ready. I certainly did not expect to meet you quite so soon, however. Tell me," he glanced sideways at me curiously55, "why did you not address me by my real name?"
"I remembered that you were Gertrude's father."
"How lucky--for me," said Mr. Monk sarcastically56. "Julia Destiny hinted that you were in love with my daughter."
"She didn't hint enough. I am engaged to your daughter."
"Without my consent."
"I ask it now."
"Then you shall not have it."
I laughed. "Your consent matters very little, Mr. Monk."
"Marr, I tell you, Marr. And Gertrude will never marry you without my permission. You may be sure of that."
"I am not at all sure of it. She loves you better than you deserve, but when she finds that you are keeping her in poverty at Burwain, while you live in splendor57 in London, and under another name, which looks fishy58, will she continue to regard you as the perfect father?"
Mr. Monk moved uneasily in his seat. "Here we are," he said, when the car stopped in a somewhat dark street; "in my rooms I can explain. And in any case I am obliged to you for carrying off the situation so well. Not that I was unprepared, had you driven me into a corner. But as a gentleman, I do not like stage melodrama59 in private life."
"Yet you make ready for every opportunity to exercise it," I retorted, as the footman opened the door. "Your explanation----"
"Will take place in private," he said sharply, and we alighted. The motor departed hastily--to the nearest garage, I suppose--and Mr. Monk ushered60 me up a flight of well-lighted stairs. "These are my quarters," he said complacently, and I was shown into a really splendid hall, perfectly61 decorated.
It is useless to describe the rooms in detail, but Mr. Monk had done himself full justice in the way of art and comfort. We went into a Moorish62 smoking-room, which reminded me of Cairo, and I accepted coffee and cigarettes. Perhaps Mr. Monk had some hazy63 idea connected with the Eastern decorations that, having partaken of his bread and salt, I would not betray him, for he pressed tobacco and Mocha on me very assiduously. I took all he offered, but reserved my private right of judgment64. To save Lady Mabel from this fraudulent adventurer by denouncing him was not a betrayal in my eyes. The sole thing that had prevented me stripping him of his fine feathers hitherto had been the undoubted fact that he was Gertrude's father. And so I had told him in the motor.
"You see that I am comfortable here," said Mr. Monk, who was smoking a very fine cigar, "but I beg leave to contradict you when you say that I do not give my daughter sufficient money. Gertrude has whatever she asks for, and, being fond of the simple life, is quite content."
"Pardon my contradicting you, but, thinking that you have but five hundred a year, and knowing your luxurious65 tastes, Miss Monk denies herself all, save the necessaries of life, so that you may have more money to spend. Did she know you were a millionaire----"
"I am not a millionaire," said Monk, snapping for the first time, as hitherto he had kept his temper in a most aggravating66 manner.
"I understood Lady Denham to say that you were," I reminded him politely.
"Like all women, Lady Denham exaggerates. I have a good many thousands, but I cannot call myself a millionaire."
"And the house in the country----"
"In Essex, remember. That is true enough."
"Oh, yes, though it can hardly be called an estate. But the shooting-box in Scotland?"
"I rented one last year for a time."
"I see, you saved the situation in that way. And the villa at Nice?"
"A friend of mine lends me his. I can ask anyone there."
"And apparently67 intend to pass it off as your own."
"No," he said, smiling graciously, "you are mistaken. It is true that I asked Lady Denham and Lady Mabel to Nice. I mentioned the villa, but I did not declare it was mine. They hastily concluded that it was."
"From what you left unsaid, I presume. Well, and your change of name?"
"That has to do with my money. A distant cousin of mine died three or four years ago in Australia and left me nearly one hundred thousand pounds on condition that I took his name. I complied with the necessity in a legal manner, without letting my daughter know, and now enjoy the money. I am quite rich enough to marry Lady Mabel if she will have me."
"That may be. But when she learns that you have a daughter as old as she is, I doubt if she will accept you. Particularly, as----"
"I know what you would say. Particularly as that Weston man loves her."
"Not quite that, Mr. Marr. Particularly as she loves the Weston man. But may I ask why you keep your daughter in ignorance of your change of name and your possession of wealth?"
"Listen," he said, throwing away his cigarette. "I inherit five hundred a year from my late brother--that is, as you say, I have a life interest in it. After my death it goes to Gertrude. As a matter of fact she enjoys it now, as it goes to keep up The Lodge68 at Burwain, and pay for her necessary needs. That she chooses to dress plainly and live plainly is not my fault. The money is to her hand when she wants it. Under these circumstances, since she has all she requires, I do not see why she need know that I live a different life in London, as she would not join me here if I offered to take her. On my part, I am a man still young, and I wish to marry again, since I am well off. Why, then, should I encumber69 myself with a grown-up daughter?"
"I can't answer that question, as I don't quite follow your eminently70 selfish reasoning. But as it is I propose to take charge of your grown-up daughter. Then you can do what you like, so long as you don't marry Lady Mabel under false pretences71."
"You will tell Lady Mabel?"
"Yes, and Cannington also. I should not be surprised if he horsewhipped you."
Mr. Monk winced72. "I shall take my chance of that," he said bravely enough, and to do him the justice he was no coward so far as flesh and blood was concerned. "But suppose I get ahead of you and explain myself."
"In that case Lady Mabel will not marry you."
"It's probable, although, beyond the fact that I forgot to tell her of my change of name, I have done nothing wrong."
"Nothing wrong, when you masquerade----"
"I tell you I don't masquerade," he cried, with sudden heat, and springing to his feet; "my name has been legally changed and the money is mine by right. I really am, under an Act of Parliament, Mr. Wentworth Marr. I daresay it was vanity on my part to lessen73 my years by not confessing to having a daughter of Gertrude's age, but that is not a crime. But you are not going to blackmail74 me, Mr. Vance, so don't think it.'
"I don't propose to. I simply intend to tell Cannington and Lady Mabel the truth. Then they can deal with the situation."
Monk snapped his delicate fingers. "Tell them the truth by all means," he said derisively75; "it's bound to come out sooner or later. Striver knows that I appear in London as Marr."
"Striver, the gardener. How did he learn?" I asked, taken aback.
"Ah," sneered76 the little man, "you don't feel quite so certain that you hold the keys of the situation, do you, Mr. Vance? Yes, Striver knows. He saw me in Piccadilly when I was getting out of my motor, and went to ask my chauffeur questions?"
"What sort of questions?"
"About my possessing a motor, I suppose. Striver knows my income, and didn't see how I could afford such a machine. Also he has the impudence of old Nick himself. At all events, he learned from my chauffeur that I was Marr, and, thinking something was wrong, as you did, he learned my address and had an interview. To prevent his telling Gertrude I was obliged to shut his mouth and confess all."
"How did you shut his mouth?" I asked hastily.
"I intimated," said Monk coolly, "that if he could get money enough, and went to school to improve his education, he could marry Gertrude."
"What!" this time I sprang to my feet, and a fine rage I was in, "you dared to make a bargain with that fellow."
"I had to shut his mouth," said Monk sullenly77, and sat down.
"So he lives in a fool's paradise. You don't suppose that Gertrude would marry Striver?"
"I never thought so for one moment, no more than she would marry you."
"She is going to marry me," I insisted, at white heat.
"Nothing of the sort," said the little man obstinately79; "now that you have learned the truth, I am not going to be under your thumb. I shall give up any idea of marrying Lady Mabel. I shall bring Gertrude to London and I shall marry her to Lord Cannington."
"You'll do nothing of the sort."
"Who will stop me?"
"There is no stoppage in the matter of the kind you mean. Whether I or your own self tell Lady Mabel the facts of the case matters very little. But when the truth becomes known, she will not marry you, and Cannington, who is my best friend, will not marry Gertrude. He would not even admire her, unless I gave him permission, since he knows that she is my promised wife."
"Who told him that?" asked Monk wrathfully.
"I did. It is true. Gertrude is going to marry me, and you can do your best to prevent it. And another thing, Mr. Monk, or Marr, or whatever you choose to call yourself, you had better confess the truth at once. Weston is going to set up his airship factory at Burwain, and Lady Mabel is bound to go down and see him. You will understand the necessity to retreat gracefully80 from your position before you are kicked out. As to Striver----"
"What about Striver?" sneered the little villain, who was desperately81 pale by this time, for my words had gone home. "He won't give in. You have got the better of me, but Striver will get the better of you."
I snapped my fingers, as Mr. Monk had done himself a few minutes previously82. "That for Mr. Striver!" I said contemptuously. "Do you think I care for a country bumpkin such as he is. Gertrude has promised to be my wife, so the rest matters little."
Monk nursed his chin on his hand, and looked remarkably83 sullen78. After a couple of minutes' silence he looked up. "See here, I shall make a bargain with you. If I withdraw from Lady Mabel's society and court her no more, will you hold your tongue?"
"No. Lady Denham must learn the truth. You are at her house under false pretences."
"As you choose!" he shrugged84, but his eyes glittered wickedly behind the pince-nez, "but if you will hold your tongue, for, say a fortnight, until I can retreat gracefully from my position by feigning85 to make a trip to the Continent, I will offer no opposition86 to your marriage with Gertrude."
"Oh, I have no wish to be hard on you, Mr. Monk. Your opposition to my marriage doesn't matter, since Gertrude will think very little of you when she learns the truth. I shall hold my tongue for a fortnight, and you must give up Lady Denham's acquaintance altogether: also Lady Mabel's and Lord Cannington's acquaintance."
"And you'll let me tell Gertrude myself," he entreated87, now beaten.
"Yes," said I, after a pause, "I shall let you tell Gertrude yourself."
"Thank you," said Monk in a low tone, "and in return I advise you to beware of Striver. You have conquered me: you won't conquer him," and he smiled in a most evil manner.
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