Once a month Marrineal gave a bachelor dinner of Lucullan repute. The company, though much smaller than the gatherings1 at The House With Three Eyes, covered a broader and looser social range. Having declined several of his employer's invitations in succession on the well-justified plea of work, Banneker felt it incumbent2 upon him to attend one of these events, and accordingly found himself in a private dining-room of the choicest of restaurants, tabled with a curiously4 assorted5 group of financiers, editors, actors, a small selection of the more raffish6 members of The Retreat including Delavan Eyre; Ely Ives; an elderly Jewish lawyer of unsavory reputation, enormous income, and real and delicate scholarship; Herbert Cressey, a pair of the season's racing7-kings, an eminent8 art connoisseur9, and a smattering of men-about-town. Seated between the lawyer and one of the racing-men, Banneker, as the dinner progressed, found himself watching Delavan Eyre, opposite, who was drinking with sustained intensity10, but without apparent effect upon his debonair11 bearing. Banneker thought to read a haunting fear in his eyes, and was cogitating12 upon what it might portend13, when his attention was distracted by Ely Ives, who had been requested (as he announced) to exhibit his small skill at some minor14 sleight-of-hand tricks. The skill, far from justifying15 its possessor's modest estimate, was so unusual as to provoke expressions of admiration16 from Mr. Stecklin, the lawyer on Banneker's right.
"Oh, yes; hypnotism too," said Ely Ives briskly, after twenty minutes of legerdemain17. "Child's play."
"Now, who suggested hypnotism?" murmured Stecklin in his limpid18 and confidential19 undertone, close to Banneker's ear. "You? I? No! No one, _I_ think."
So Banneker thought, and was the more interested in Ives's procedure. Though the drinking had been heavy at his end of the table, he seemed quite unaffected, was now tripping from man to man, peering into the eyes of each, "to find an appropriate subject," as he said. Delavan Eyre roused himself out of a semi-torpor as the wiry little prowler stared down at him.
"What's the special idea?" he demanded.
"Just a bit of mesmerism," explained the other. "I'll try you for a subject. If you'll stand up, feet apart, eyes closed, I'll hypnotize you so that you'll fall over at a movement."
"You can't do it," retorted Eyre.
"For a bet," Ives came back.
"A hundred?"
"Double it if you like."
"You're on." Eyre, slowly swallowing the last of a brandy-and-soda, rose, reaching into his pocket.
"Not necessary, between gentlemen," said Ely Ives with a gesture just a little too suave20.
"Ah, yes," muttered the lawyer at Banneker's side. "Between gentlemen. Eck-xactly."
Pursuant to instructions, Eyre stood with his feet a few inches apart and his eyes closed. "At the word, you bring your heels together. Click! And you keep your balance. If you can. For the two hundred. Any one else want in?... No?... Ready, Mr. Eyre. Now! _Hep_!"
The heels clicked, but with a stuttering, weak impact. Eyre, bulky and powerful, staggered, toppled to the left.
"Hold up there!" His neighbor propped21 him, and was clutched in his grasp.
"Hands off!" said Eyre thickly. "Sorry, Banks! Let me try that again. Oh, the bet's yours, Mr. Ives," he added, as that keen gambler began to enter a protest. "Send you a check in the morning--if that'll be all right."
Herbert Cressey, hand in pocket, was at his side instantly. "Pay him now, Del," he said in a tone which did not conceal22 his contemptuous estimate of Ives. "Here's money, if you haven't it."
"No; no! A check will be _quite_ all right," protested Ives. "At your convenience."
Others gathered about, curious and interested. Banneker, puzzled by a vague suspicion which he sought to formulate23, was aware of a low runnel of commentary at his ear.
"Very curious. Shrewd; yes. A clever fellow.... Sad, too."
"Sad?" He turned sharply on the lawyer of unsavory suits. "What is sad about it? A fool and his money! Is that tragedy?"
"Comedy, my friend. Always comedy. This also, perhaps. But grim.... Our friend there who is so clever of hand and eye; he is not perhaps a medical man?"
"Yes; he is. What connection--Good God!" he cried, as a flood of memory suddenly poured light upon a dark spot in some of his forgotten reading.
"Ah? You know? Yes; I have had such a case in my legal practice. Died of an--an error. He made a mistake--in a bottle, which he purchased for that purpose. But this one--he elects to live and face it--"
"Does he know it?"
"Obviously. One can see the dread25 in his eyes. Some of his friends know it--and his family, I am told. But he does not know this interesting little experiment of our friend. Profitable, too, eh? One wonders how he came to suspect. A medical man, though; a keen eye. Of course."
"Damn him," said Banneker quietly. "General paralysis26?"
"Eck-xactly. Twelve, maybe fifteen years ago, a little recklessness. A little overheating of the blood. Perhaps after a dinner like this. The poison lies dormant27; a snake asleep. Harms no one. Not himself; not another. Until--something here"--he tapped the thick black curls over the base of his brain. "All that ruddy strength, that lusty good-humor passing on courageously--for he is a brave man, Eyre--to slow torture and--and the end. Grim, eh?"
Banneker reached for a drink. "How long?" he asked.
"As for that, he is very strong. It might be slow. One prays not."
"At any rate, that little reptile28, Ives, shan't have his profit of it." Banneker rose and, disdaining29 even the diplomacy30 of an excuse, drew Ely Ives aside.
"That bet of yours was a joke, Ives," he prescribed.
Ives studied him in silence, wishing that he had watched, through the dinner, how much drink he took.
"A joke?" he asked coolly. "I don't understand you."
"Try," advised Banneker with earnestness. "I happen to have read that luetic diagnosis31, myself. A joke, Ives, so far as the two hundred goes."
"What do you expect me to do?" asked the other.
"Tear up the check, when it comes. Make what explanation your ingenuity32 can devise. That's your affair. But don't cash that check, Ives. For if you do--I dislike to threaten--"
"You don't need to threaten me, Mr. Banneker," interrupted Ives eagerly. "If you think it wasn't a fair bet, your word is enough for me. That goes. It's off. I think just that of you. I'm a friend of yours, as I hope to prove to you some day. I don't lay this up against you; not for a minute."
Not trusting himself to make answer to this proffer33, Banneker turned away to find his host and make his adieus. As he left, he saw Delavan Eyre, flushed but composed, sipping34 a liqueur and listening with courteous35 appearance of appreciation36 to a vapid37 and slobbering story of one of the racing magnates. A debauchee, a cumberer of the earth, useless, selfish, scandalous of life--and Banneker, looking at him with pitiful eyes, paid his unstinted tribute to the calm and high courage of the man.
Walking slowly home in the cool air, Banneker gave thanks for a drink-proof head. He had need of it; he wanted to think and think clearly. How did this shocking revelation about Eyre affect his own hopes of Io? That she would stand by her husband through his ordeal38 Banneker never doubted for an instant. Her pride of fair play would compel her to that. It came to his mind that this was her other and secret reason for not divorcing Eyre; for maintaining still the outward form of a marriage which had ceased to exist long before. For a lesser39 woman, he realized with a thrill, it would have been a reason for divorcing him.... Well, here was a barrier, indeed, against which he was helpless. Opposed by a loyalty40 such as Io's he could only be silent and wait.
In the next few weeks she was very good to him. Not only did she lunch with him several times, but she came to the Saturday nights of The House With Three Eyes, sometimes with Archie Densmore alone, more often with a group of her own set, after a dinner or a theater party. Always she made opportunity for a little talk apart with her host; talks which any one might have heard, for they were concerned almost exclusively with the affairs of The Patriot41, especially in its relation to the mayoralty campaign now coming to a close. Yet, impersonal42 though the discussions might be, Banneker took from them a sense of ever-increasing intimacy43 and communion, if it were only from a sudden, betraying quiver in her voice, an involuntary, unconscious look from the shadowed eyes. Whatever of resentment44 he had cherished for her earlier desertion was now dissipated; he was wholly hers, content, despite all his passionate45 longing46 for her, with what she chose to give. In her own time she would be generous, as she was brave and honorable....
She was warmly interested in the election of Robert Laird to the mayoralty, partly because she knew him personally, partly because the younger element of society had rather "gone in for politics" that year, on the reform side. Banneker had to admit to her, as the day drew close, that the issue was doubtful. Though The Patriot's fervid47 support had been a great asset to the cause, it was now, for the moment, a liability to the extent that it was being fiercely denounced in the Socialist48 organ, The Summons, as treasonable to the interests of the working-classes. The Summons charged hypocrisy49, citing the case of the Veridian strike.
"That is McClintick?" asked Io.
"He's back of it, naturally. But The Summons has been waiting its chance. Jealous of our influence in the field it's trying to cultivate."
"McClintick is right," remarked Io thoughtfully.
Banneker laughed. "Oh, Io! It's such a relief to get a clear view and an honest one from some one else. There's no one in the office except Russell Edmonds, and he's away now.... You think McClintick is right? So do I."
"But so are you. You had to do as you did about the story. If any one is to blame, it is Mr. Marrineal. Yet how can one blame him? He had to protect his mother. It's a fearfully complicated phenomenon, a newspaper, isn't it, Ban?"
"Io, the soul of man is simple and clear compared with the soul of a newspaper."
"If it has a soul."
"Of course it has. It's got to have. Otherwise what is it but a machine?"
"Which is The Patriot's; yours or Mr. Marrineal's? I can't," said Io quaintly50, "quite see them coalescing51."
"I wonder if Marrineal has a soul," mused52 Banneker.
"If he hasn't one of his own, let him keep his hands off yours!" said Io in a flash of feminine jealousy53. "He's done enough already with his wretched mills. What shall you do about the attack in The Summons?"
"Ignore it. It would be difficult to answer. Besides, people easily forget."
"A dangerous creed54, Ban. And a cynical55 one. I don't want you to be cynical."
"I never shall be again, unless--"
"Unless?" she prompted.
"It rests with you, Io," he said quietly.
At once she took flight. "Am I to be keeper of your spirit?" she protested. "It's bad enough to be your professional adviser56. Why don't you invite a crowd of us down to get the election returns?" she suggested.
"Make up your party," assented57 Banneker. "Keep it small; say a dozen, and we can use my office."
On the fateful evening there duly appeared Io with a group of a dozen friends. From the first, it was a time of triumph. Laird took the lead and kept it. By midnight, the result was a certainty. In a balcony speech from his headquarters the victor had given generous recognition for his success to The Patriot, mentioning Banneker by name. When the report reached them Esther Forbes solemnly crowned the host with a wreath composed of the "flimsy" on which the rescript of the speech had come in.
"Skoal to Ban!" she cried. "Maker58 of kings and mayors and things. Skoal! As you're a viking or something of the sort, the Norse salutation is appropriate."
"It ought to be Danish to be accurate," he smiled.
"Well, that's a hardy59, seafaring race," she chattered60. "And that reminds me. Come on out to the South Seas with us."
"Charmed," he returned. "When do we start? To-morrow?"
"Oh, I'm not joking. You've certainly earned a vacation. And of course you needn't enlist61 for the whole six months if that is too long. Dad has let me have the yacht. There'll only be a dozen. Io's going along."
Banneker shot one startled, incredulous look at Io Eyre, and instantly commanded himself, to the point of controlling his voice to gayety as he replied:
"And who would tell the new mayor how he should run the city, if I deserted62 him? No, Esther, I'm afraid I'm chained to this desk. Ask me sometime when you're cruising as far as Coney Island."
Io sat silent, and with a set smile, listening to Herbert Cressey's account of an election row in the district where he was volunteer watcher. When the party broke up, she went home with Densmore without giving Banneker the chance of a word with her. It seemed to him that there was a mute plea for pardon in her face as she bade him good-night.
At noon next day she called him on the 'phone.
"Just to tell you that I'm coming as usual Saturday evening," she said.
"When do you leave on your cruise?" he asked.
"Not until next week. I'll tell you when I see you. Good-bye."
Never had Banneker seen Io in such difficult mood as she exhibited on the Saturday. She had come early to The House With Three Eyes, accompanied by Densmore who looked in just for one drink before going to a much-touted boxing-match in Jersey63. Through the evening she deliberately64 avoided seeing Banneker alone for so much as the space of a query65 put and answered, dividing her attention between an enraptured66 master of the violin who had come after his concert, and an aged24 and bewildered inventor who, in a long career of secluded67 toil68, had never beheld69 anything like this brilliant creature with her intelligent and quickening interest in what he had to tell her. Rivalry70 between the two geniuses inspired the musician to make an offer which he would hardly have granted to royalty71 itself.
"After a time, when zese chatterers are gon-away, I shall play for you. Is zere some one here who can accompany properly?"
Necessarily Io sent for Banneker to find out. Yes; young Mackey was coming a little later; he was a brilliant amateur and would be flattered at the opportunity. With a direct insistence72 difficult to deny, Banneker drew Io aside for a moment. Her eyes glinted dangerously as she faced him, alone for the moment, with the question that was the salute73 before the crossing of blades.
"Well?"
"Are you really going, Io?"
"Certainly. Why shouldn't I?"
"Say that, for one reason"--he smiled faintly, but resolutely--"The Patriot needs your guiding inspiration."
"All The Patriot's troubles are over. It's plain sailing now."
"What of The Patriot's editor?"
"Quite able to take care of himself."
Into his voice there suffused74 the first ring of anger that she had ever heard from him; cold and formidable. "That won't do, Io. Why?"
"Because I choose."
"A child's answer. Why?"
"Do you want to be flattered?" She raised to his, eyes that danced with an impish and perverse75 light. "Call it escape, if you wish."
"From me?"
"Or from myself. Wouldn't you like to think that I'm afraid of you?"
"I shouldn't like to think that you're afraid of anything."
"I'm not." But her tone was that of the defiance76 which seeks to encourage itself.
"I'd call it a desertion," he said steadily77.
"Oh, no! You're secure. You need nothing but what you've got. Power, reputation, position, success. What more can heart desire?" she taunted78.
"You."
She quivered under the blunt word, but rallied to say lightly: "Six months isn't long. Though I may stretch it to a year."
"It's too long for endurance."
"Oh, you'll do very well without me, Ban."
"Shall I? When am I to see you again before you go?"
Her raised eyebrows79 were like an affront80. "Are we to see each other again? Of course, it would be polite of you to come to the train."
There was a controlled and dangerous gravity in his next question. "Io, have we quarreled?"
"How absurd! Of course not."
"Then--"
"If you knew how I dislike fruitless explanations!"
He rose at once. Io's strong and beautiful hands, which had been lying in her lap, suddenly interlocked, clenching81 close together. But her face disclosed nothing. The virtuoso82, who had been hopefully hovering83 in the offing, bore down to take the vacated chair. He would have found the lovely young Mrs. Eyre distrait84 and irresponsive had he not been too happy babbling85 of his own triumphs to notice.
"Soon zey haf growed thin, zis crowd," said the violinist, who took pride in his mastery of idiom. "Zen, when zere remains86 but a small few, I play for you. You sit _zere_, in ze leetle garden of flowers." He indicated the secluded seat near the stairway, where she had sat with Ban on the occasion of her first visit to The House With Three Eyes. "Not too far; not too near. From zere you shall not see; but you shall think you hear ze stars make for you harmonies of ze high places."
Young Mackey, having arrived, commended himself to the condescending87 master by a meekly88 worshipful attitude. Barely a score of people remained in the great room. The word went about that they were in for one of those occasional treats which made The House With Three Eyes unique. The fortunate lingerers disposed themselves about the room. Io slipped into the nook designated for her. Banneker was somewhere in the background; her veiled glance could not discover where. The music began.
They played Tschaikowsky first, the tender and passionate "Melodie"; then a lilting measure from Debussy's "Faun," followed by a solemnly lovely Brahms arrangement devised by the virtuoso himself. At the dying-out of the applause, the violinist addressed himself to the nook where Io was no more than a vague, faerie figure to his eyes, misty89 through interlaced bloom and leafage.
"Now, Madame, I play you somezing of a American. Ver' beautiful, it is. Not for violin. For voice, contralto. I sing it to you--on ze G-string, which weep when it sing; weep for lost dreams. It is called 'Illusion,' ze song."
He raised his bow, and at the first bar Io's heart gave a quick, thick sob90 within her breast. It was the music which Camilla Van Arsdale had played that night when winds and forest leaves murmured the overtones; when earth and heaven were hushed to hear.
"Oh, Ban!" cried Io's spirit.
Noiseless and swift, Banneker, answering the call, bent3 over her. She whispered, softly, passionately91, her lips hardly stirring the melody-thrilled air.
"How could I hurt you so! I'm going because I must; because I daren't stay. You can understand, Ban!"
The music died. "Yes," said Banneker. Then, "Don't go, Io!"
"I must. I'll--I'll see you before. When we're ourselves. We can't talk now. Not with this terrible music in our blood."
She rose and went forward to thank the player with such a light in her eyes and such a fervor92 in her words that he mentally added another to his list of conquests.
The party broke up. After that magic music, people wanted to be out of the light and the stir; to carry its pure passion forth93 into the dark places, to cherish and dream it over again.... Banneker sat before the broad fireplace in the laxity of a still grief. Io was going away from him. For a six-month. For a year. For an eternity94. Going away from him, bearing his whole heart with her, as she had left him after the night on the river, left him to the searing memory of that mad, sweet cleavage of her lips to his, the passionate offer of her awakened95 womanhood in uttermost surrender of life at the roaring gates of death....
Footsteps, light, firm, unhesitant, approached across the broad floor from the hallway. Banneker sat rigid96, incredulous, afraid to stir, as the sleeper97 fears to break the spell of a tenuous98 and lovely dream, until Io's voice spoke99 his name. He would have jumped to his feet, but the strong pressure of her hands on his shoulders restrained him.
"No. Stay as you are."
"I thought you had gone," he said thickly.
A great log toppled in the fireplace, showering its sparks in prodigal100 display.
"Do you remember our fire, on the river-bank?" said the voice of the girl, Io, across the years.
"While I live."
"Just you and I. Man and woman. Alone in the world. Sometimes I think it has always been so with us."
"We have no world of our own, Io," he said sadly.
"Heresy101, Ban; heresy! Of course we have. An inner world. If we could forget--everything outside."
"I am not good at forgetting."
He felt her fingers, languid and tremulous, at his throat, her heart's strong throb102 against his shoulder as she bent, the sweet breath of her whisper stirring the hair at his temple:
"Try, Ban."
Her mouth closed down upon his, flower-sweet, petal-light, and was withdrawn103. She leaned back, gazing at him from half-closed, inscrutable eyes.
"That's for good-bye, Io?" With all his self-control, he could not keep his voice steady.
"There have been too many good-byes between us," she murmured.
He lifted his head, attentive104 to a stir at the door, which immediately passed.
"I thought that was Archie, come after you."
"Archie isn't coming."
"Then I'll send for the car and take you home."
"Won't you understand, Ban? I'm not going home."
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