"He's trying to escape," said Clarice, excitedly, and, as the applause had now ceased, several people overheard and looked round, inquiringly.
"No!" murmured Mrs. Dumps, dragging the girl down, with unexpected strength, "hold your tongue, Mr. Ferdinand--for Zara's sake."
"For your own sake, then," muttered the woman, with white lips.
Clarice, truly surprised, dropped back into her seat. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded, indignantly.
"You know--you know," murmured the other, still holding on convulsively. "Zara said that she had power to make you marry her. If you make trouble over Osip, she may use that power in another way."
"What nonsense," returned Clarice, shrugging. All the same, she remained quiet, for the time being. From Mrs. Dumps' hurried speech, it was apparent that Zara really had some hold over Ferdy, and would not hesitate to use it to his harm, if anything came of his supposed interference with her shady doings. But Clarice wondered that Zara, bold and daring as she was, cared to connect herself with so dangerous a man as the assassin of so many people. Osip's association with her, and her accusation8 of the vicar, and her admitted presence near the house about the hour of the crime, looked as though she knew much more than she chose to tell. Also, her power over Ferdy might implicate9 him in some way in the infernal doings of the Purple Fern. Clarice, therefore, to save Ferdy from a possible accusation, resolved to take no measures to have Osip captured until such time as she knew more exactly how matters stood.
Shortly, Mrs. Dumps released her hold, and turned paler than ever. "Take me out; get me brandy--Three Star," whispered the little woman, who had undoubtedly10 received a great shock.
Clarice saw that she was on the verge11 of fainting, so at once piloted her along the row of seats to the nearest bar, and procured12 her a glass of liqueur brandy. The flighty barmaid--no doubt a friend of Ferdy's--saluted Clarice with an engaging smile and a slangy greeting, finally remarking that the old girl--meaning Mrs. Dumps--looked chippy. The insult to her years, as well as the strong liquor, brought back the colour to Mrs. Dumps' cheeks, and the stiffness to her back. Replacing the glass on the counter with a bang, she frowned on the saucy13 girl.
"You are a bold, painted hussy," snapped Mrs. Dumps, aggressively.
"The brandy's gone to your aunt's head, Ferdy," giggled14 the barmaid, in no wise disturbed; "take her home, dear boy, else she's bound to be run in, for looking so pretty."
"You brazen15 bag-a-rags," sniffed16 Mrs. Dumps, "you Jezebel of the slums, how dare you insult a lady, you horrid--" here Clarice, fearing that there would be trouble, since the barmaid was losing her temper, dragged Mrs. Dumps hurriedly away. "If you keep company with such bold sluts, Mr. Ferdinand," she said, indignantly, "you shan't marry my daughter."
"I'm not so sure that I do want to marry her," said Clarice, artfully.
Mrs. Dumps tossed her head. "Oh, I know, Mr. Ferdinand, none better. You changed your mind about Zara once before, and wanted to marry that ugly girl of Parson Clarke's. I'd have let you go myself, but Zara, who is fairly crazy about you,--I don't know why, as you ain't my idea of what a husband should be--found means to bring you back again, and keep them vows17, you wanted so lightheartedly to break."
"Did Zara tell you the means she employed?" asked Clarice, quickly.
"No, she didn't, though I begged her to make a clean breast of it, so you needn't think that she has betrayed you, whatever you have done--though I'm sure I don't know if you are bad, smiling there, as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth."
This speech assured Clarice that, whatever power Zara possessed18 over Ferdy, certainly Mrs. Dumps did not know its source, and therefore she merely laughed. Then, to gain further information, Clarice carried the war into the enemy's camp. "It is very easy blaming me, Mrs. Dumps," she said, spiritedly, "but how can you expect me to marry a girl who associates with a man like Osip."
"There!" wailed19 Mrs. Dumps, as they went down the grand staircase of the Music Hall, "I thought you'd say that. As if I knew. Zara never said that Osip was with her. If she had I'd have made her come home again. You don't think that I want Twine20's child and mine, murdered and stamped with Purple Ferns like a letter. But I'll have it out with her to-night. She'll tell me what she means, by keeping gory21 assassins from the gallows22."
"You should tell the police."
"I shan't, and you shan't either, Mr. Ferdinand. Though why the police--a silly lot, I say--don't spot the man coming forward in that brazen way is more than I know. I saw who he was, the very moment I clapped eyes on him, and though I do owe him seven and sixpence, that's no reason I should disgrace Zara by hanging him. But I'll speak to Zara, when I take her home in that steam engine of hers, as is so expensive and useless. You needn't come, Mr. Ferdinand."
But Clarice did not intend to give up her chase for information yet, especially as she was now on the way to learn much. "Oh, but I must come, Mrs. Dumps," she said, coolly; "you know that I escort Zara home every night." This was a chance shot, but it told.
"I know you do, and why shouldn't you, seeing you are to be my son-in-law," whimpered Mrs. Dumps. "Much as I hate the music-hall, I'd have come myself during the past three weeks to take the child home, rather than let her go alone. But I always trusted that you would look after her, Mr. Ferdinand, though you do know grinning Jezebels behind bars. Here's the stage door--what a hole! Why, my backyard is cleaner, and ain't got such dirt about it. Oh, that a child of Twine should come to this, and him a godly man with a gift of speech surprising, though he did wag his elbow more than he need have done, and was brought to an early grave with a handsome tombstone in consequence."
While Mrs. Dumps ran on in this disconnected fashion, Clarice saw at the far end of the alley23, which led to the stage door of the Mascot24 Music Hall, a smart motor-car in charge of a smart chauffeur25. She was about to ask Mrs. Dumps if this was the steam-engine she referred to as belonging to Zara, when the stage door opened, and the girl herself came out, looking wonderfully pretty, and wonderfully angry. She mistook Clarice for her brother, as everyone else had done, and came up to him at once.
"Oh, there you are, Ferdy," she said, speaking as fast as her mother was in the habit of doing. "I am glad you have come. I'm in such a rage. I can't do my second turn to-night at the Muses26 Hall, as Brown has gone off."
"Brown! Who is Brown?"
"You know--you know," said Zara, pettishly27. "He does the Chrysalis, and very badly, too. I've only had him for a few weeks, as a kind of makeshift. He's gone mad, I think, for he bolted immediately after the call, and in his stage kit28 too. I'll have to pay a forfeit29 to the Muses Hall manager, and I don't like doing that. It's bad for my pocket and for my reputation. But we can't stop talking here all night. Come on, mother"--she took Mrs. Dumps' arm--"were you very much shocked with my sketch30?"
"I've had a shock," said Mrs. Dumps, as she was hurried down the alley, "that will last me till my dying day."
"Oh, bother," said Zara, apparently31 thinking that the Puritanic little woman referred to the sketch. "I wish you hadn't come now. I might have guessed that you would find fault. Now, how are we going, Ferdy?" They were standing32 beside the motor-brougham by this time.
"I get inside and Mr. Ferdinand can go with the driver," said Mrs. Dumps, determinedly33. "I shan't chance the night air, after the turn I had, when you had to get the sal volatile34 for me, Zara. And I want to speak to you, miss. How dare you----"
"Here! Here! Don't talk, but get in," and Zara, dexterously35 pushing her parent into the brougham, slipped inside herself. "Get on the box with Hastings, Ferdy, and tell him to drive home."
Clarice found it rather a new and quaint36 experience to be in the company of a smart chauffeur, driving through the brilliantly lighted streets of the metropolis37. To keep up her assumed character she lighted a cigarette, and really enjoyed the situation. Hastings seemed to be of a reticent38 turn of mind, as he only made a few short remarks about the running of the car, and carefully attended to his business. Clarice was glad, as she would not have known what to say, had the man been talkative. And she knew that Ferdy must have been in the habit of chattering39 to the chauffeur, from the remark Hastings made when the brougham stopped before a door in Saracen Square, where Zara dwelt.
"You're very quiet to-night, Mr. Baird," said the man, smiling. "I expect you'd rather have been inside the machine."
Clarice stared haughtily40 at the familiarity of this speech, and Hastings looked rather puzzled. Ferdy apparently was very free and easy with Zara's servants. But there was no time to consider the matter, for Zara stepped out of the brougham, and bustled41 her mother up the stairs in a hurry. Mrs. Dumps was in tears, and took no notice of the supposed Ferdy. A waiting maid-servant took Clarice's coat, and ushered42 her into a tiny drawing-room, where the irritated girl found several portraits of Ferdy, smiling and debonair43.
"She must love him," thought the outraged44 sister, and glanced in the mirror over the fireplace to see how her disguise looked. In this dimly-lighted room, where the red-shaded lamps gave out rosy45 hues46, Clarice thought that Zara would never find her out. She looked exactly like Ferdy, and had imposed successfully on the barmaid, on Mrs. Dumps, and on the chauffeur, so she had little fear of carrying her adventure to a successful conclusion.
Shortly Zara entered in a maize-coloured tea-gown, but no longer in a bad temper. Indeed, from the pallor of her face, she seemed to have received a shock. Clarice immediately guessed that Mrs. Dumps had been conversing47 about Osip in the brougham. It seemed to her that Zara, after all, might not have known the truth about the man.
"Open a bottle of fizz, Ferdy," said Zara, throwing herself on a sofa, "and give me some. I shan't eat any supper. You can if you like. I ought to open these, I suppose," she glanced at some letters lying on a small bamboo table near at hand, "but I can't be bothered. Give me the fizz quick, Ferdy, or I'll faint."
Clarice had, rather awkwardly, opened a pint48 bottle of champagne49, and handed Zara a glass. "Are you tired?" she asked, with pretended sympathy, and anxious to make the girl talk.
Zara drank off the wine before replying, and nodded. "I'm tired and worried," she said, handing back the glass; "come and sit down beside me, Ferdy. We must have a talk."
"Your mother--"
"Oh, bother my mother. She has gone to bed, and intends to return to Crumel to-morrow. I suppose she thinks I'm a bad lot. I wish I had not asked her to come up now. And I'm especially sorry that I asked her to come to the Hall to-night. No, Eliza," this to the servant, who entered with a hot dish, "we don't want any supper to-night. Go away and close the door. Oh, dear me," she sprang up when the maid departed and ruffled50 her red hair, while looking into the mirror, "I wish you'd marry me to-morrow, Ferdy, and take me to Paris. I could get an engagement there, and we could be happy."
"But my sister?" Clarice ventured to say, boldly.
"Oh, the deuce take your sister. I can't stand her. She looks upon me as though I were dirt. You're always quoting your sister to me. I detest51 her myself, and if you marry me I'll expect you to do the same. Why should she look down on me? I'm not born a lady, I know, and I am not such a fool as to make up a history, especially when you know all about me. But I'm an honest woman and a clever one. Would your sister have worked as I have done? Would she have made a name for herself, as I have made? Would she be able to earn money--and in a perfectly52 respectable way, mind you--to keep on this flat, and a motor-brougham? Pshaw! Talk to me of something else than about that mincing53, useless sister of yours."
Clarice felt annoyed at her character being thus traduced54, as she knew that she was not useless, and neither did she mince55. But she certainly admitted that she did not approve of Zara Dumps, notwithstanding the catalogue of qualifications for admiration56 that the dancer had set forth7. Zara, slim and dainty, with her graceful57 figure and pretty face, looked so wonderfully fascinating, as she spoke58, that had Clarice really been Ferdy, it is probable she would have taken this beauty into her arms. But Clarice happened to be herself, therefore she looked disdainfully at Zara's airs and graces, and brought round the conversation to more important matters.
"You are cross to-night, Zara."
"And you are a bear, holding me at arms' length. I never saw you so cold before; one would think I'd lost my good looks"--she glanced into the mirror and laughed--"no, those are all right. Cross? I am cross. Mother has been bothering me in the brougham."
"I know that the man who played the part of the Chrysalis--if it may be called a part--is Alfred Osip, for whom the police are looking. Your mother recognised him, when he took his mask off."
"I know," muttered Zara, moodily60, "and he recognised her. That is why he bolted in such a hurry. I expect he thought the police would arrest him on mother's information before he could get away. I won't see him again, I suppose."
"Do you want to?"
"No, hang it, I don't," she snapped, and flung herself petulantly61 into a chair near the bamboo table, whereon the letters were lying. "It gives me the shivers to think that I have been acting62 with such a wicked devil."
"Then you did not know--"
"Know?" echoed Zara, savagely63 and glaring, "know--of course I didn't know. The man came to me a few weeks ago--after the murder now, I remember--and called himself Brown. I was in a hole, as the man who did the Chrysalis business had left in a hurry--drink, you know. I told you all about that."
"Yes," admitted Clarice, with an air of recollection, "but you didn't say that Osip had taken on the part."
"How the dickens could I when I didn't know the man? He called himself Brown, and seemed quiet and right enough, though he wasn't much of an acrobat64. But he filled in the gap for the time being. I never intended to keep him long. I'll have to get another man to-morrow."
"Didn't you recognise him from the police description?"
"No. Plenty of men are tall and thin, and Brown didn't wear grey clothes when he came to me."
"But the criss-cross scar on the left cheek--"
"He hadn't got one. His face was disfigured on both cheeks--in fact, it was scarred all over, and he told me that a jealous woman had thrown vitrol at him. I guess he did it himself to obliterate65 that scar. Clever of him to come to me," added Zara, musingly66, "and to dare to appear before dozens of people--I mean hundreds. Of course, he knew that his safety lay in such boldness. The police would hunt the slums and the shipping67 ports and country, towns, and what not. But who would expect to find a man described in the papers and wanted for eight murders in a music-hall acrobat? I call Brown, or rather Osip, confoundedly clever," and the dancer took another glass of wine; "here's to his health."
"Oh, Zara--"
"And oh, Zara," she mimicked68. "You're a soft one, Ferdy. I admire cleverness wherever I find it, even in a murderer. All the same, I don't want to have anything to do with such a criminal. Ugh!" she shuddered69, "I might have had the Purple Fern on my forehead also. Brown has been visiting me here on business, and I've been alone with him several times."
"Alone with him?" said Clarice, pretending to jealousy70. "Nice for me." Zara stared, and then laughed, as she began to lazily open the letters. "Don't pretend to be angry, Ferdy. You're not fond enough of me for that."
"Not fond, when I am engaged to marry you?"
"Pooh! That's compulsory71. You'd be off after that Prudence72 creature if I'd let you. But I won't; you can make yourself easy on that score." She ran her eyes over the letter she was reading. "I like you well enough, and you are easy to manage. In my business, to be entirely73 respectable, I must have a husband, so you'll do as well as any one else. Also there is always the two thousand a year. I dare say I could get someone richer, but you'll do--you'll do."
"I'll do," said Clarice, calmly, "thank you," as Zara opened another letter. "What's the matter?" for the dancer suddenly started.
Zara sent so swift and keen a glance in her direction that Clarice fancied that her disguise had been penetrated74. But the fear was groundless, for Zara again laughed. "I'm amused at the side you are putting on," she said, calmly, and replacing the letter in its envelope. "You asked me to let you go, and when I refused you cut up rough. Now you are trying to make me think that you love me."
"You are certainly very pretty," said Clarice, wondering what to say to this bold, frank creature, who concealed75 her feelings so little.
"You thought so once," said Zara, rising and coming to the sofa. "I am pretty still, only you have no eyes to see. Look"--she twitched76 the large red silk shade from the lamp, and the blaze of white light shone brilliantly upon her beauty--"am I not prettier than that black-browed minx, Prudence Clarke?"
"Don't say a word against Prudence."
"I'll say twenty if I choose," said Zara, throwing herself on the sofa beside Clarice, and taking her hand. "Don't get me into a rage, dear boy. You loved me once, and so deeply that you said my name was written on your heart. It certainly was tattooed77 on your right arm, just above the wrist"--she rapidly drew up Clarice's shirt-cuff before the girl could stop her. "I see the name isn't there now," said Zara, jeeringly78. "You have obliterated79 it from your arm, as you have driven it from your heart, my dear."
"Oh, yes, I do--Miss Clarice Baird," cried Zara, rising. "I understand that Ferdy is at Gattlinsands, and that you--are--here!"
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