The three old schoolfellows came together at Durham's house, which was situated10 on Camden Hill. Faithful to his intention to see Gore, the lawyer had sent a note asking Conniston where Bernard was to be found. Already Conniston had told Durham of his chance meeting in the Park, so when he received Durham's letter he insisted on taking Gore to dinner at the lawyer's house. Bernard was only too glad, and the three had a long talk over old times. The dinner was excellent, the wine was good, and although the young man's housekeeper11 was rather surprised that her precise master should dine with a couple of soldiers, she did her best to make them comfortable. When the meal was ended Durham carried off his guests to the library, where they sat around a sea-wood fire sipping12 coffee and smoking the excellent cigars of their host. Durham alone was in evening dress, as Gore kept to khaki, and Conniston, for the sake of company, retained his lancer uniform. Their host laughed as he contemplated13 the two.
"I feel inclined to go to the front myself," said he, handing Gore a glass of kümmel, "but the business would suffer."
"Leave it in charge of a clerk," said Conniston, in his hair-brained way. "You have no ties to keep you here. Your parents are dead—you aren't married, and—"
"I may be engaged for all you know."
"Bosh! There's a look about an engaged man you can't mistake. Look at Bernard there. He is—"
"Pax! Pax!" cried Gore, laughing. "Leave me alone, Conniston. But are you really engaged, Mark?"
"No," said Mark, rubbing his knees rather dismally14. "I should like to be. A home-loving man like myself needs a wife to smile at him across the hearth15."
"And just now you talked of going to the front," put in the young lord. "You don't know your own mind. But, I say, this is jolly. Back I go to barracks to-morrow and shall remember this comfortable room and this glimpse of civilized16 life."
"You were stupid to enlist," said Durham, sharply. "Had you come to me, we could have arranged matters better. You knew I'd see you through, Conniston. I have ample means."
"I don't want to be seen through," said Conniston, wilfully17. "Besides, it's fun, this war. I'm crazy to go, and now that Bernard's coming along it will be like a picnic."
"Not much, I fear," said Bernard, "if all the tales we hear are true."
"Right," said Durham. "This won't be the military promenade18 the generality of people suppose it will be. The Boers are obstinate19."
"So are we," argued Conniston; "but don't let us talk shop. We'll get heaps of that at the Cape. Mark, you wanted to see Bernard about some business. Shall I leave the room?"
"No, no!" said Gore, hastily. "Mark can say what he likes about my business before you, Conniston. I have nothing to conceal20."
"Nothing?" asked Durham, looking meaningly at his friend.
Gore allowed an expression of surprise to flit across his expressive21 face. "What are you driving at, Mark?"
"Well," said Durham, slowly, "your grandfather came to see me the other day on business—"
"I can guess what the business was," put in Bernard, bitterly, and thinking that a new will had been made.
The lawyer smiled. "Quite so. But don't ask me to betray the secrets of my client. But Sir Simon knew you were in the Imperial Yeomanry, Bernard. He learned that from Beryl."
"Who is, no doubt, spying on me. It is thanks to Julius that I had the row with my grandfather. He—"
"You needn't trouble to explain," interrupted Durham. "I know. Sir Simon explained. But he also asked me if you knew he was in town."
"I told Bernard," said Conniston, "and you told me."
"Yes. But does Bernard know where Sir Simon is stopping?"
"No," said Gore, emphatically, "I don't."
"Neither do I. What are you getting at, Mark?"
"It's a queer thing," went on Durham, taking no notice of Conniston's question, "but afterwards—yesterday, in fact—Sir Simon wrote saying that he heard from Mrs. Gilroy of an Imperial Yeoman who had been visiting in the kitchen of Crimea Square—"
"What about Crimea Square?" asked Gore, quickly.
"Your grandfather is stopping there—in No. 32; old Jefferies' house."
"Oh! I knew nothing of that. Go on."
"Sir Simon," proceeded the lawyer, looking at Gore, "stated in his letter that the description of the soldier, as given by the maid, applied23 to you, Bernard."
Gore stared and looked puzzled, as did Conniston. "But I don't quite understand," said the former. "Do you mean that my grandfather thinks that I have been making love to some servant in Crimea Square?"
"In No. 32. Yes. That is what Sir Simon's letter intimated to me."
The other men looked at one another and burst out laughing. "What jolly rubbish!" said Lord Conniston. "Why, Bernard is the last person to do such a thing."
"It's all very well to laugh," said Durham, rather tartly24, "but you see, Gore, Sir Simon may think that you went to the kitchen, not to make love to the maid, but to see how he was disposed towards you."
"But, Mark, I haven't been near the place."
"Are you sure?" asked Mark, sharply.
Bernard, always hot-tempered, jumped up. "I won't [pg 54]bear that from any man," he said. "You have no right to doubt my word, Durham."
"Don't fire up over nothing, Gore. It is in your own interest that I speak. I knew well enough that you wouldn't make love to this housemaid mentioned by Sir Simon—Jane Riordan is her name. But I fancied you might have gone to see if your grandfather—"
"I went to see nothing," replied Gore, dropping back into his chair with a disgusted air. "I don't sneak25 round in that way. When my grandfather kicked me out of the house, I said good-bye to Alice and came to London. I saw you, to get some money, and afterwards I enlisted26. I never knew that Sir Simon was in town till Conniston told me. I never knew he lived in Crimea Square till you explained. My duties have kept me hard at work all the time. And even if they hadn't," said the young man, wrathfully, "I certainly wouldn't go making love to servants to gain information about my own people."
"drop the subject, Mark."
"Sit down and be quiet, Bernard," said Conniston, pulling him back into his seat, for he had again risen. "Mark has something to say."
"If you will let me say it," said Durham, with the air of a man severely29 tried by a recalcitrant30 witness.
"Go on, then," said Bernard, and flung himself into his chair in a rather sullen31 manner. His troubles had worn his nerves thin, and even from his old schoolfellow he was not prepared to take any scolding. All the same, he secretly saw that he was accusing Durham of taking a liberty where none was meant.
"It's this way," said the lawyer, when Gore was smoothed down for the time being. "We know that Beryl hates you."
"He wants the money."
"I know that." Durham smiled when he thought of the destroyed will; but he could hardly explain his smile. "Well, it is strange that the description given by the maid of this soldier—and a yeoman, mind you—should be like you. Have you a double?"
"Not that I know of."
"Then someone is impersonating you so as to arouse the wrath27 of your grandfather against you. Sir Simon is a proud old man, and the idea that you condescended32 to flirt33 with—"
"But I didn't, I tell you!" cried the exasperated34 Gore.
"No. We know that. But Sir Simon, judging from his letter, thinks so."
"He has no right to do that. My conduct never gave him any reason to think I would sink so low."
"My dear chap," said Conniston, with the air of a Socrates, "when anyone has his monkey up, he will believe anything."
"Conniston is quite right," said the lawyer, "though he expresses himself with his usual elegance35. Sir Simon, with Beryl at his elbow, is inclined to believe the worst of you, Bernard, and probably thinks you have deteriorated36 sufficiently37 to permit your making use of even so humble38 an instrument as a housemaid."
"Bah!" said Gore, in a rage. "What right has he to—"
"Don't be so furious, my dear man. I am advising you for your own good, and not charging seven-and-six either."
This made Bernard laugh. "But it does make a fellow furious to hear his nearest—I won't say dearest—think so badly of one."
"One's relatives always think the worst," said Conniston, oracularly. "Miss Plantagenet thinks so badly of me that I'll never see that five thousand a year. Miss Malleson will have it, and you, Bernard, will live on it. Pax! Pax!" for Bernard gave him a punch on the shoulder.
"Well," said Durham, beginning in his invariable manner, "I fancy that Beryl is up to some trick. You have not been near the place; so someone made up to impersonate you is sneaking39 round. Of course, there is the other alternative, Mrs. Gilroy may be telling a lie!"
"She wouldn't," rejoined Gore, quickly. "She is on my side."
"So you told me. But your grandfather thinks otherwise. We were talking about you the other day."
"And Sir Simon said no good of me," was Bernard's remark. "But what is to be done?"
"Only one thing. Go and see your grandfather and have the matter sifted40. If Mrs. Gilroy is lying you can make her prove the truth. If she tells the truth, you can see if Beryl has a hand in the matter."
Gore rose and began to pace the room. "I should like to see my grandfather," said he, "as I want to apologise for my behavior. But I am afraid if we come together there will be trouble."
"I daresay—if Beryl is at his elbow. Therefore, I do not advise you to call at Crimea Square. But when [pg 57]Sir Simon goes down to the Hall again, you can make it your business to see him and set matters right."
"I am afraid that is impossible," said Gore, gloomily, "unless I give up Alice, and that I won't do." He struck the table hard.
"Don't spoil the furniture, Bernard," said Conniston, lighting41 a cigarette. "You do what Mark says. Go down to Hurseton."
"I don't want to be known in this kit22, and I have parted with my plain clothes," objected the other.
"You always were an impulsive3 beast," said Conniston, with the candour of a long friendship. "Well, then"—he rose and crossed to the writing-table—"I'll scrawl42 a note to Mrs. Moon telling her to put you up at Cove43 Castle. She can hold her tongue, and the castle is in so out-of-the-way a locality that no one will spot you there. You can then walk across to Hurseton—it's only ten miles—and see if that Red Window is alight."
"Your grandfather said something about the Red Window," said Durham, while Conniston scribbled44 the note in a kind of print, since Mrs. Moon was not particularly well educated. "What is it?"
Bernard explained the idea of Lucy, and how she was playing the part of his friend, to let him know how matters stood. "I am always startled by a red window now," he said, laughing at his own folly45, "as it means so much to me. The other night I saw a chemist's sign and it made me sit up."
"It's an absurdly romantic idea," said Durham, with all the scorn of a lawyer for the quaint46. "Why revive an old legendary47 idea when a simple letter—"
"Mrs. Gilroy and Julius would stop any letters," said Bernard, "that is, if she is hostile to me, which she may be. I am not sure of her attitude."
"What is the legend of the Red Window?" asked Durham.
"It's too long a story to tell," said Bernard, glancing at the clock, which pointed48 to a quarter to ten, "and I'm due at barracks. I'll tell you about it on another occasion. Meantime—"
"Meantime," said Durham, rising, "I advise you to drop red windows and legends and go down to see Sir Simon boldly. A short interview will put everything right."
"And might put everything wrong."
"No," said Durham, earnestly, "believe me, your grandfather will be more easy to deal with than you think. I am his solicitor49 and I dare not say much, but I advise you to see him as soon as you can. The sooner the better, since Beryl is a dangerous enemy to have."
"Well, Lucy is my friend."
"And Mrs. Gilroy your enemy along with Beryl."
"I'm not so sure of that," began Gore, when Conniston lounged towards him with a letter.
"You give that to Mrs. Moon," said he, "and she will put you up and hold her tongue and make things pleasant. But don't say I am in town, as I have not dated the letter."
"Does she think you are in America?" asked Bernard, putting the letter into his pocket, and promising50 to use it should occasion offer.
"Yes. She thinks a great deal of the West family," said Conniston, taking another glass of kümmel, "and she would howl if she heard I was a mere51 private. And I don't know but what she may not know. I saw that [pg 59]young brute52 of a Judas when I left you the other day, Bernard."
"Judas?" echoed Durham, who was unlocking the spirit-stand.
Conniston sat down and stretched out his legs. "He's Mrs. Moon's grandson. Jerry Moon is his name—but he's such a young scoundrel that I call him Judas as more appropriate. I got him a place with Taberley, the tobacconist, but he took money or something and was kicked out. The other day when I met him he was selling matches. I gave him half a sovereign to go back to his grandmother, so by this time I expect he's at Cove Castle telling her lies. I instructed him to hold his tongue about my soldiering."
"Why didn't you send him to me?" said Mark. "I would have frightened him, and made him hold his tongue."
"If you could frighten Judas you could frighten his father, the Old 'Un down below," said Conniston, laughing. "He's what the Artful Dodger53 would call a young Out-and-Outer; a kind of Jack54 Sheppard in grain. He'll come your way yet, Mark, passing by on his journey to the gallows55. He's only thirteen, but a born criminal. He'll hold his tongue about me so long as it suits him, and sell me to make a sixpence. Oh, he's a delightful56 young scamp, I promise you!"
All this aimless chatter57 made Bernard rather impatient. "I must cut along," he said; "it's rather foggy and it will take me a long time to fetch my barracks. No, thank you, Mark, I don't want anything to drink. Give me a couple of those cigarettes, Conniston. Good night."
"Won't you stop the night?" said Durham, hospitably58. "Conniston is staying."
"He's on furlough and I'm not," said Bernard, who was now putting on his slouch hat in the hall. "Good night, Conniston. Good night, Durham."
"You'll think over what I told you," said the lawyer, opening the door himself and looking outside. "I say, what a fog! Stop here, Bernard."
"No! No! Thanks all the same." Gore stepped out into the white mist, buttoning his coat. "Give me a light. There! Go back and yarn59 with Dick, I'll come and see you again. As to Sir Simon—"
"What about him?"
"I'll think over what you said. If possible I'll go down and stop at Cove Castle, and see Sir Simon at night. By the way, what's the time, Durham?"
The lawyer was about to pull out his watch when Conniston appeared at the end of the hall in high spirits. "My dear friend," he said in a dramatic manner, "it is the twenty-third of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and—"
"Bosh!" interrupted Bernard. "The time, Mark?"
"Just ten o'clock. Good night!"
"Good night, and keep that wild creature in order. Conniston, I'll look you up to-morrow."
It was indeed a foggy night. Bernard felt as though he were passing through wool, and the air was bitterly cold. However, he thrust his hands into his pockets and smoked bravely as he felt his way down the hill. Hardly had he issued from the gate when he felt someone clutch his coat. Brave as Gore was he started, for in this fog he might meet with all manner of unpleasant adventures. However, being immediately under [pg 61]a lamp, he saw that a small boy was holding on to him. A pretty lad he looked, though clothed in rags and miserable60 with the cold. In one hand he held a tray of matches and in the other a piece of bread. His feet were bare and his rags scarcely covered him. In a child-like, innocent manner he looked up into the face of the tall soldier. "Well, boy," said Bernard, feeling for sixpence, "Are you wanting to get home?"
"Ain't got no home," said the boy, hoarsely61. "I sleeps in a barrel, I does, when 'ard up. It's you as the lady wants to see."
"It's this way, my lord," said the boy, looking like a cherub62 of innocence63. "The lady, she says to me that in this street you'll see, before twelve, a soldier in yeller clothes. Tell him to foller to the Red Winder."
"What's that?" asked Gore, sharply, and quite taken aback by hearing these words on the lips of this ragged64 brat65. "Where did you see the lady, boy?"
"Down Kensington way," said the boy jerking his head over his shoulder. "She says, 'Tell him to foller to the Red Winder.' Come along!" and he darted66 off in the fog.
"But you must explain," began Bernard, when he stopped. The boy had disappeared into the fog, and wondering how he came to be in possession of this information which concerned him, Gore walked along feeling his way by the brick wall. Perhaps Lucy had sent the message, and the Red Window was to be seen in the Crimea Square house. Bernard wished to ask the boy further questions, but the lad had vanished. In much perplexity the young man went down the hill towards Kensington High Street. As he paused at the corner wondering if it would be wise to go to the Square, and wondering also where it was, the boy suddenly appeared again at his elbow. "Come along acrost the road," he growled67, and vanished again. Then Bernard got lost in the fog till the boy found him again.
Bernard, not thinking any harm could come of the adventure, as he had ample confidence in his right arm, went across the street. The boy reappeared and led him down a side street. Gore tried to seize the boy and to detain him in order to ask questions, but the imp kept well out of reach, and only appeared when he thought there was danger of the tall soldier losing his way. In this manner Bernard was led down the quiet street, 'longside a high wall and through the heart of the dense68 fog. He kept his eyes open for any possible assailant, and did not feel the least afraid. All the same, he began to think he was foolish to follow on such a will-o'-the-wisp errand. But that the boy had mentioned the Red Window, Bernard would have turned on his heel. As it was, he felt curious enough to proceed. Suddenly the boy—a few feet ahead—led him into a wide space which was densely69 filled with fog. Here his guide turned to the right, and then whistled. When Gore, who had followed, heard that whistle he tightened70 his hold on his stick. The boy had vanished, and there he was alone in the heart of the fog. No one appeared, and he could not even see his guide. Looking overhead, Bernard suddenly saw a Red Window on the first story of a house. The house loomed71 hugely through the fog and was in some measure revealed by the light of a street lamp which threw a dull glimmer72 on to steps ascending73 to the door. There [pg 63]was a light behind the glass over the door, but the young man did not look at that. He was staring at the window in the first storey, which showed a fiery74 red color.
"I wonder if this is Crimea Square and the house," muttered Bernard, stepping forward. "And whether Lucy put that light there, and sent the boy to tell me. But how could she know I was with Durham to-night?"
Again he heard the whistle, and then came a shriek75 which apparently76 came from the house. Bernard ran to the steps, wondering if anything was the matter. The door opened, and a woman burst out of the house shrieking77 at the pitch of her voice—"Murder! Murder! Murder!" she cried. "Oh, the police—the police! Murder!"
"Mrs. Gilroy!" Bernard saw her face in the light which streamed from the open door, and which was thrown by the street lamp vaguely78 through the fog. She stopped and clutched him, staring into his face.
"Come," she said in a harsh whisper, and dragged him forward. Quite bewildered, Gore suffered himself to be led. Mrs. Gilroy dragged him rather than led him up the stairs and into a room. There he saw his grandfather seated by the fire with a handkerchief round his neck, and another tied across his mouth—quite dead. "Murder!" said Mrs. Gilroy.
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