"Just like her father," thought Mrs. Fane, her firm, shapely hands busy with the needles; "delicate, weak, irresponsible. I almost wish I had married a strong man. I would have at least had healthy children. No"--here she shook her head--"it's better as it is. I am my own mistress and Walter's master. Better as it is."
This complimentary3 train of thought was interrupted by its object. Walter Fane, looking sleepy and dishevelled, entered the room. His wife, who was richly and carefully dressed, looked at him with a serene5 air, not without a touch of contempt.
"I am expecting visitors," said she, in her calm way. "Don't you think you had better brush yourself up?"
"I don't intend to stop," replied Walter, listlessly staring out of the window.
"All the better. I don't care for tame cats," said Mrs. Fane. "A man should be out in the open air, or at business."
"You won't let me attend to the business," said Walter, shrugging.
"If you were a man you would attend to it without my sanction. But some one in this house must see to things, and if you won't the burden must devolve on my shoulders."
"As you please," said Fane, and sat down on the floor beside Minnie. "It's pleasant enough playing with this darling."
"I believe your brain is softening," said his wife, with a shadow of anxiety. "Why don't you go for a yachting tour?"
"I shall never yacht again, Julia. You will no longer have to complain of my long absences. When is the house to be sold?"
"In a month. I am arranging the business now. We will then go to Switzerland."
"I hate Switzerland."
"Since you have decided7 to yacht no more, it doesn't matter if you live there," said Mrs. Fane. "But you can choose your own place of residence. It's all one to me, so long as I can see after the business."
"I see the necessity, and a very great one," retorted Mrs. Fane, with a flash of her eyes. "Be guided by me, Walter. I know what is good for you. And do get up from the floor. Laura will be in soon."
"Fane rose reluctantly. I was sleeping this afternoon," he said, and yet feel tired. "I think I'll dine at the club and go to the theatre."
"As you please," said Mrs. Fane quietly, "so long as you don't trouble me. And don't make love to any other woman," she added.
"Julia," said Fane, pausing at the door, "do you really care for me as much as that?"
"My dear, every one has a weakness; pride is mine. I like you. I have an affection for you, else I should not have married you. So long as you look handsome and are well dressed, and show me the deference9 of a chivalrous10 man to his lawful11 wife, I have no complaint to make. But if you go after other women, and make me a laughing-stock amongst my friends," added Mrs. Fane, drawing a deep breath, "I should not spare you."
Fane laughed, though rather uneasily. "One would think you would do me an injury," he said, with another shrug6.
Mrs. Fane raised her eyes and looked at him steadily12. "I might even do that," she replied. "Don't hurt my pride, whatever you do. And if you desert me in favour of----"
"There's no chance of my doing that," said Walter irritably13. "I declare to heaven that I'm fond of you, Julia."
"That is as it should be," retorted Mrs. Fane.
Before her husband could reply there came a knock at the door, and immediately afterwards a stolid14 young man in livery entered. Walter slipped past him and got out of the room, while the man waited for his mistress to address him. "Yes?" said Mrs. Fane interrogatively.
"If you please, ma'am, the cook have gone mad," said the stolid man.
"Really?" rejoined Mrs. Fane, letting her knitting fall on her lap, but otherwise undisturbed. "And what form does her madness take?"
"She says she's going to retire on a fortune, and insists, ma'am, on coming upstairs to tell you. I think, ma'am----" The man hesitated.
"Yes," said Mrs. Fane calmly; "I quite understand. This is the third time she has indulged, and after assuring me that she had taken the pledge. Send her up."
"You will excuse me, ma'am, but cook really have found jewels."
"What do you mean?" This time Mrs. Fane really was amazed.
"She have found jewels in the dust-hole," stammered15 the man, and would have gone on to explain, but that he was roughly brushed aside by a large female clothed in purple silk of a cheap sort, with a black velvet16 cloak trimmed with beads17, and a bonnet18 profusely19 trimmed with flowers. Her face was red, and her air was that of an excited person. This was due partly to drink and partly to excitement, and partly to a sense of fear at thus braving her mistress, of whom she had a great dread20. The moment she entered the room the footman departed hastily, thinking there would be a row. He went down to the kitchen, and found the rest of the servants much excited. It seemed that the cook really had some cause for her behaviour. At the present moment she was explaining herself to Mrs. Fane.
"If you please, mum, I wish to leave this day--this hour--this minute," panted the cook all in a breath; "my boxes being packed and my best clothes being on."
"Indeed!" Mrs. Fane eyed the splendour with a look which made the cook wince21. "I am afraid you can't leave. You get no wages if you do. Go downstairs."
"But I don't care for my wages. Far be it from me to rob you, mum. I am as rich as you, having found a forting in the dust-hole."
"Really! May I ask what it is?"
"You'll take it from me, mum," said the cook mistrustfully.
If you don't show it to me at once, Gander--this was the cook's unusual name--"I shall send for the police."
"O mum, think of the scandal. I won't----" then Gander caught the steady eyes fixed22 on her. The drink and the excitement were dying out under the chilling influence of Mrs. Fane's calmness, and the cook collapsed23.
"It's this, mum," and from under the cloak she brought forth24 a dagger25 with a slim steel blade and a hilt of gold richly encrusted with jewels. These flashed red and blue and green and yellow in the stream of sunlight that shone through the window. Minnie caught a sight of the glitter and clapped her hands. "Yes, my pretty," said the cook proudly, "it's lovely, ain't it. And all my own, having been found by me in the dust-hole."
"May I look at it, Gander?" asked Mrs. Fane.
The cook, still under the influence of those cold eyes, handed it over at once, talking while she did so. But she kept her treasure-trove in sight, and despite her awe26 would have fought Mrs. Fane, had that lady shown any signs of annexing27 the property. "It's jewels rich and rare with gold, mum," said Gander poetically28; "emerald and sappers and dimings and them things you read of in the book of Revelations. I shall sell it to a jeweller as I knows, and with the money I shall become a lady. I don't know as I'll marry," pursued the cook meditatively29; "but I'll have a little house of my own, and sit all day in the parlour in white muslin reading novels and----"
"You really must not take so much to drink, Gander," said Mrs. Fane.
The cook bristled30 up. "Ho, indeed!" she snorted. "I'm accused of drink, am I, when my emotions is natural, having come in for a forting. I read it in the candle last night, and in the tea-leaves two weeks previous, and then I----"
"It's worth a thousand, if I'm a judge of stones."
"Ah! but you see you are not," said Mrs. Fane cruelly. "This dagger belongs to me. It is only imitation gold and bits of glass."
Gander dropped into a chair. "Lor!" Then with an enraged32 screech33, "Don't tell me deceptions34, whatever you do, mum. My nerves won't stand deceptions nohow." Here Gander put a large fat hand on her ample bosom35, and observed pathetically, "I feel all of a wabble, as you might say."
"I wore this," said Mrs. Fane, fingering the dagger, "at a fancy ball, and threw it away along with some other rubbish. I suppose that is how it got into the dust-hole."
Had the cook been quite herself, and observant, she might have doubted this explanation, which was certainly weak. Mrs. Fane's maid would never have carried such a dazzling object to the dust-hole, had she seen it amidst any rubbish her mistress might have cast aside. But Gander, deceived by fortune, broke down sobbing36 at the disappointment of her hopes. "To think my 'eart should be cast up to be likewise cast down," she gurgled. "When I went with the ashbucket I sawr that objict aglittering like anything, being stuck in the side of the dust-hole, as it were." Mrs. Fane listened attentively37. "The 'andle showed beautiful under some cabbige stalks, and I thought as I was made for life. O mum"--she clasped her hands, which were encased in green gloves--"let me take it to my jeweller, and see if he don't think them stones of price."
Mrs. Fane, shaking her head, quietly slipped the dagger into her pocket. "It's only rubbish," she insisted, "so I'll keep it here, as it seems to upset you. Go downstairs, Gander, and see after the dinner. I shall overlook your conduct this time, but don't let this sort of thing occur again. And you might look at your pledge while you're about it."
The cook rose quite crushed, but made one last effort to regain38 possession of the dagger. "Findings is keepings," she observed.
"Not in this house. And even had the jewels been real you would not have been able to keep them, seeing they were found on Mr. Fane's premises39. You can tell the other servants that the dagger belongs to me, and is merely a theatrical40 article. Leave the room, Gander."
"I'ave been hurt in my tender part," sobbed41 the cook, "and now I have to go back and be a slave. All flesh is grass, mum, and----" Here she saw from the glitter in Mrs. Fane's eyes that the patience of her mistress was giving out, so she hastily retreated, and made things disagreeable in the kitchen. Mrs. Fane's explanation about the weapon was readily accepted in the kitchen, as none of the servants were intelligent, and Gander was well laughed at for her disappointment. That night the dinner was unusually good at Ajax Villa42, as Gander, fearful of losing her place, wished to make amends43.
When the cook departed Mrs. Fane reproduced the dagger, and looked at it musingly44. While she was daintily feeling the point, Minnie came up and asked for the pretty thing to play with. "No, dear," said Mrs. Fane, putting the child aside, with a shade passing over her face, "it's mother's; and say nothing to Aunt Laura about it." This she repeated rapidly as she heard Laura's step in the winter-garden. Then kissing the child, she replaced the weapon in her pocket.
"No one here yet, Julia?" she asked, looking round.
"No. Did you expect Mr. Calvert?"
Laura looked annoyed. "I did not. He is not likely to come here."
"So you said the other day. Yet I found him with Walter in this room when I came to tell him about the name of the woman being discovered." Mrs. Fane cast a long look at Laura, who took no notice.
"I think we may as well drop the subject, Julia," said the younger sister. "You will never do Arnold justice."
"I would with pleasure were he rich," said Julia blandly46. "But as he is poor I wish to discourage your infatuation by all the means in my power. Then again, Laura, you know very little about him."
"What I do know is good," retorted Laura, sitting down.
"Ah, but there may be some bad in him for all that. Has he told you all his life?"
"Yes. His father and mother died when he was a child, and he was brought up by a guardian47. He has a small property, and went on the stage to make a name."
"You have seen him act in this new piece?" asked Mrs. Fane, keeping her eyes on the knitting, but listening with all her ears for the answer. "I think you said something about going to the Frivolity48 with that Baldwin girl."
"I went with Gerty, and liked the play," said Laura coldly.
"Is it a modern play?" asked Mrs. Fane.
"Yes," answered Miss Mason, rather surprised at this interest being taken in the drama, for which Julia had no great love. "It is a three-act modern comedy, The Third Man."
"I read the notice of it, Laura dear. I fancy I remember that in the second act there is a fancy dress ball. I suppose Mr. Calvert wears a fancy dress in that act."
"He is dressed as a Venetian. Why do you ask that?"
Mrs. Fane evaded49 the question. "My dear," she said gravely, "when I found Mr. Calvert with Walter, I came to read about the two rooms, at Hampstead and this house--being similar, you know. The paper said that the other house--in Coleridge Lane, I believe--was owned by a Mrs. Brand. Mr. Calvert admitted that he had a cousin called Flora50 Brand, and I have a suspicion--no facts though--that this Flora Brand is the woman who was murdered here."
"You have no right to say that, Julia," said Laura quickly.
"I have no ground to go on, certainly," admitted Mrs. Fane in a most provokingly calm manner, "but I am certain that the woman was murdered here, and that she is Flora Brand, Mr. Calvert's cousin."
Laura, who was changing from red to white and from white to red, looked straightly at Julia. "What do you mean?"
"Mr. Calvert," said Mrs. Fane, "is dressed as a Venetian in the second act of this play. Probably he would wear a dagger--as a Venetian he would certainly wear a dagger--a stage dagger."
"He does. What of that?"
"Merely this." Mrs. Fane produced the dagger from her pocket. "This is a stage weapon. The handle is tinsel and glass. It was found by Gander in the dust-hole."
Laura took the weapon and examined it with a pale face. "Go on."
"Really, my dear, there is no more to say. I leave you to draw your own inferences."
"I understand," said Laura rapidly and in a low voice. "You think that Arnold killed the woman?"
"She was his cousin--the dagger is a stage weapon--Mr. Calvert often came to this house. Put two and two together, my dear, and----"
"Stop!" cried Laura furiously. "I don't believe it. Why should Arnold come here and kill his cousin--if she is his cousin?"
"He admitted she was."
"He admitted, according to your own showing, that Flora Brand was. We cannot yet be certain that the dead woman is Flora Brand."
"Going by the similarity of the rooms----"
"That may be a coincidence."
"A very strange one, taken in conjunction with that dagger and the relationship, of which I am fully4 convinced. Did you give Mr. Calvert the latch-key?" asked Julia suddenly.
"How dare you say that! Do you accuse me of aiding Arnold to kill the woman?"
"Ah! you admit that he killed her then?" said Mrs. Fane quickly.
"No! no! you confuse me. The idea is ridiculous. I am losing my head over your talk." Laura walked to and fro in an agitated51 manner. "He did not--he did not. What motive52 could he have for killing----"
"Laura"--Mrs. Fane rose with a determined53 air--"you know something, I am sure. Walter noticed that you are not such good friends with this man as you used to be. What do you know?"
"Nothing!" panted Laura, as Mrs. Fane seized both her elbows and looked into her eyes. "Let me go, Julia!"
"Not until you tell me----"
"Mrs. Baldwin," said the voice of the footman, and he threw open the door. In a moment Mrs. Fane was her conventional self, and was holding out her hand to the visitor. "How good of you to come," she said in her sweetest tones. "Laura and I were acting54 a scene in a play she is going to appear in. Amateur theatricals55, you know," said Mrs. Fane, giving the old lady no time to speak. "She takes the part of a girl who is rather tragic56. Do sit down, Mrs. Baldwin. The tea will be up soon. How well you are looking."
Bewildered under this torrent57 of words Mrs. Baldwin, whose brain never moved very fast, sat down on the sofa and tried to recover herself.
Laura, thankful to Julia for once in her life, concealed58 the dagger in her pocket and retired59 to the window to recover her calmness. The accusation60 of Julia had taken her by surprise, and she had been thrown off her guard. As a matter of fact she did know something, but Julia with her unsympathetic manner was the last person in whom she felt inclined to confide61. The two sisters in dispositions62 and tastes were as far asunder63 as the poles.
Mrs. Baldwin looked like a bird of paradise that had been out all night in the rain. She was dressed in an ill-assorted assemblage of colours. Some of her clothes were bran-new; others quite ancient. Her gloves were different in size and colour, so evidently she had snatched up one of Gerty's in a hurry. In fact, she seemed to have dressed hastily, so uneasy was the set of her clothes. And from the very candid64 confession65 that followed it appeared that she had, as she put it, "taken the first things that came to hand."
"If I had waited, I never should have made up my mind to come," said Mrs. Baldwin in her complacent66 voice. "But after the professor told me, I felt it was my duty to be the first to congratulate Miss Mason. Such a change in the young man's prospects67, ain't it?"
"Are you talking of Mr. Calvert?" asked Mrs. Fane quickly, and with a side-glance at Laura.
"Of whom else?" responded Mrs. Baldwin genially68. "My girl--Gerty's her name--told me of the affection between Miss Mason and Mr.----"
"Don't speak of it," interposed Laura, annoyed that this gossiping woman should interfere69 in so delicate an affair.
"Oh yes, do, Mrs. Baldwin," said Julia sweetly. "We were just talking about Mr. Calvert when you came in."
"I thought you were acting a play."
"Quite so," rejoined Mrs. Fane, still sweetly. "And Mr. Calvert is to act the lover. I was supposed to be the lover at rehearsal," she added playfully.
Laura did not contradict these enormous lies, as she would only have had an unpleasant quarter of an hour with Julia when the visitor left. "Who is the professor?" she asked, to change the conversation.
"Why, my dear, you know him. The dark gentleman who occupies the damp little house at the end of the meadow."
"Yes, I believe he did speak to me once. But we had little conversation. What did he tell you about Arnold--Mr. Calvert?"
"Never be ashamed of speaking his Christian70 name, my dear," advised Mrs. Baldwin. "Lovers will be lovers; eh, Mrs. Fane?"
"It would seem so," said Julia serenely71. "I dislike demonstrative affection myself. But what did this professor say?"
"Professor Bocaros is his name," said Mrs. Baldwin, who would tell her story in her own slow way. "He told me that Mr. Calvert had come into a fortune."
"Of course, my dear, you know all about it," said Mrs. Baldwin playfully. "He told you that this poor woman who was killed here was his cousin."
Laura uttered an ejaculation and stared, but Julia interposed. "We did hear something about it," she said. "Has this woman left Mr. Calvert a fortune?"
"So Professor Bocaros says," replied the other woman. "Ten thousand a year. I suppose he'll spend some in finding how the poor soul came by her death in this very room," said Mrs. Baldwin, with a shudder73.
"I suppose he will. Let us hope so," said Julia. "Laura, you are not looking well. Had you not better lie down?"
"Thank you," said Laura mechanically, and without a word left the room. But Julia, with a hasty apology to the astonished Mrs. Baldwin, followed, and outside the door caught her sister by the arm. "You wanted to find a motive for Arnold Calvert committing this crime," she said. "It was for the money."
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