“Ah, so! You go—already?”—
The Eurasian, wearing her yellow, Chinese dress, and with a red poppy in her hair, stood watching him through half-shut eyes, slowly waving her little fan before her face. Gianapolis attempted the radiant smile, but its brilliancy was somewhat forced tonight.
“Yes, I must be off,” he said hurriedly; “I have to see someone—a future client, I think!”
“A future client—yes!”—the long black eyes were closed almost entirely4 now. “Who is it—this future client, that you have to see?”
“My dear Mahara! How odd of you to ask that”...
“It is odd of me?—so!... It is odd of me that I thinking to wonder why you alway running away from me now?”
“Run away from you! My dear little Mahara!”—He approached the dusky beauty with a certain timidity as one might seek to caress5 a tiger-cat—“Surely you know”...
She struck down his hand with a sharp blow of her closed fan, darting6 at him a look from the brilliant eyes which was a living flame.
Resting one hand upon her hip7, she stood with her right foot thrust forward from beneath the yellow robe and pivoting8 upon the heel of its little slipper9. Her head tilted10, she watched him through lowered lashes11.
“It was not so with you in Moulmein,” she said, her silvery voice lowered caressingly13. “Do you remember with me a night beside the Irawaddi?—where was that I wonder? Was it in Prome?—Perhaps, yes?... you threatened me to leap in, if... and I think to believe you!—I believing you!”
“Mahara!” cried Gianapolis, and sought to seize her in his arms.
Again she struck down his hand with the little fan, watching him continuously and with no change of expression. But the smoldering14 fire in those eyes told of a greater flame which consumed her slender body and was potent15 enough to consume many a victim upon its altar. Gianapolis' yellow skin assumed a faintly mottled appearance.
“Whatever is the matter?” he inquired plaintively16.
“So you must be off—yes? I hear you say it; I asking you who to meet?”
“Why do you speak in English?” said Gianapolis with a faint irritation17. “Let us talk...”
She struck him lightly on the face with her fan; but he clenched18 his teeth and suppressed an ugly exclamation19.
“Who was it?” she asked, musically, “that say to me, 'to hear you speaking English—like rippling20 water'?”
“You are mad!” muttered Gianapolis, beginning to drill the points of his mustache as was his manner in moments of agitation21. His crooked2 eyes were fixed22 upon the face of the girl. “You go too far.”
“Be watching, my friend, that you also go not too far.”
The tones were silvery as ever, but the menace unmistakable. Gianapolis forced a harsh laugh and brushed up his mustache furiously.
“What are you driving at?” he demanded, with some return of self-confidence. “Am I to be treated to another exhibition of your insane jealousies23?”...
“AH!” The girl's eyes opened widely; she darted24 another venomous glance at him. “I am sure now, I am SURE!”
“My dear Mahara, you talk nonsense!”
“Ah!”
She glided25 sinuously26 toward him, still with one hand resting upon her hip, stood almost touching27 his shoulder and raised her beautiful wicked face to his, peering at him through half-closed eyes, and resting the hand which grasped the fan lightly upon his arm.
“You think I do not see? You think I do not watch?”—softer and softer grew the silvery voice—“at Olaf van Noord's studio you think I do not hear? Perhaps you not thinking to care if I see and hear—for it seem you not seeing nor hearing ME. I watch and I see. Is it her so soft brown hair? That color of hair is so more prettier than ugly black! Is it her English eyes? Eyes that born in the dark forests of Burma so hideous28 and so like the eyes of the apes! Is it her white skin and her red cheeks? A brown skin—though someone, there was, that say it is satin of heaven—is so tiresome29; when no more it is a new toy it does not interest”...
“Really,” muttered Gianapolis, uneasily, “I think you must be mad! I don't know what you are talking about.”
“LIAR!”
One lithe30 step forward the Eurasian sprang, and, at the word, brought down the fan with all her strength across Gianapolis' eyes!
He staggered away from her, uttering a hoarse31 cry and instinctively32 raising his arms to guard himself from further attack; but the girl stood poised33 again, her hand upon her hip; and swinging her right toe to and fro. Gianapolis, applying his handkerchief to his eyes, squinted34 at her furiously.
“Liar!” she repeated, and her voice had something of a soothing35 whisper. “I say to you, be so careful that you go not too far—with me! I do what I do, not because I am a poor fool”...
“It's funny,” declared Gianapolis, an emotional catch in his voice—“it's damn funny for you—for YOU—to adopt these airs with me! Why, you went to Olaf van”...
“Stop!” cried the girl furiously, and sprang at him panther-like so that he fell back again in confusion, stumbled and collapsed36 upon a divan37, with upraised, warding38 arms. “You Greek rat! you skinny Greek rat! Be careful what you think to say to me—to ME! to ME! Olaf van Noord—the poor, white-faced corpse-man! He is only one of Said's mummies! Be careful what you think to say to me... Oh! be careful—be very careful! It is dangerous of any friend of—MR. KING”...
“It is dangerous of anyone in a house of—MR. KING to think to make attachments,”—she hissed40 the words beneath her breath—“outside of ourselves. MR. KING would not be glad to hear of it... I do not like to tell it to MR. KING”...
Gianapolis rose to his feet, unsteadily, and stretched out his arms in supplication41.
“Mahara!” he said, “don't treat me like this! dear little Mahara! what have I done to you? Tell me!—only tell me!”
“Shall I tell it in English?” asked the Eurasian softly. Her eyes now were nearly closed; “or does it worry you that I speak so ugly”...
“Mahara!”...
“I only say, be so very careful.”
He made a final, bold attempt to throw his arms about her, but she slipped from his grasp and ran lightly across the room.
“Go! hurry off!” she said, bending forward and pointing at him with her fan, her eyes widely opened and blazing—“but remember—there is danger! There is Said, who creeps silently, like the jackal”...
She opened the ebony door and darted into the corridor beyond, closing the door behind her.
Gianapolis looked about him in a dazed manner, and yet again applied42 his handkerchief to his stinging eyes. Whoever could have seen him now must have failed to recognize the radiant Gianapolis so well-known in Bohemian society, the Gianapolis about whom floated a halo of mystery, but who at all times was such a good fellow and so debonair43. He took up his hat and gloves, turned, and resolutely44 strode to the door. Once he glanced back over his shoulder, but shrugged45 with a sort of self-contempt, and ascended46 to the top of the steps.
With a key which he selected from a large bunch in his pocket, he opened the door, and stepped out into the garage, carefully closing the door behind him. An electric pocket-lamp served him with sufficient light to find his way out into the lane, and very shortly he was proceeding47 along Limehouse Causeway. At the moment, indignation was the major emotion ruling his mind; he resented the form which his anger assumed, for it was a passion of rebellion, and rebellion is only possible in servants. It is the part of a slave resenting the lash12. He was an unscrupulous, unmoral man, not lacking in courage of a sort; and upon the conquest of Mahara, the visible mouthpiece of Mr. King, he had entered in much the same spirit as that actuating a Kanaka who dives for pearls in a shark-infested lagoon48. He had sought a slave, and lo! the slave was become the master! Otherwise whence this spirit of rebellion... this fear?
He occupied himself with such profitless reflections up to the time that he came to the electric trains; but, from thence onward49, his mind became otherwise engaged. On his way to Piccadilly Circus that same evening, he had chanced to find himself upon a crowded pavement walking immediately behind Denise Ryland and Helen Cumberly. His esthetic50, Greek soul had been fired at first sight of the beauty of the latter; and now, his heart had leaped ecstatically. His first impulse, of course, had been to join the two ladies; but Gianapolis had trained himself to suspect all impulses.
Therefore he had drawn51 near—near enough to overhear their conversation without proclaiming himself. What he had learned by this eavesdropping52 he counted of peculiar53 value.
Helen Cumberly was arranging to dine with her friend at the latter's hotel that evening. “But I want to be home early,” he had heard the girl say, “so if I leave you at about ten o'clock I can walk to Palace Mansions54. No! you need not come with me; I enjoy a lonely walk through the streets of London in the evening”...
Gianapolis registered a mental vow55 that Helen's walk should not be a lonely one. He did not flatter himself upon the possession of a pleasing exterior56, but, from experience, he knew that with women he had a winning way.
Now, his mind aglow57 with roseate possibilities, he stepped from the tram in the neighborhood of Shoreditch, and chartered a taxi-cab. From this he descended58 at the corner of Arundel Street and strolled along westward59 in the direction of the hotel patronized by Miss Ryland. At a corner from which he could command a view of the entrance, he paused and consulted his watch.
It was nearly twenty minutes past ten. Mentally, he cursed Mahara, who perhaps had caused him to let slip this golden opportunity. But his was not a character easily discouraged; he lighted a cigarette and prepared himself to wait, in the hope that the girl had not yet left her friend.
Gianapolis was a man capable of the uttermost sacrifices upon either of two shrines60; that of Mammon, or that of Eros. His was a temperament61 (truly characteristic of his race) which can build up a structure painfully, year by year, suffering unutterable privations in the cause of its growth, only to shatter it at a blow for a woman's smile. He was a true member of that brotherhood62, represented throughout the bazaars63 of the East, of those singular shopkeepers who live by commercial rapine, who, demanding a hundred piastres for an embroidered64 shawl from a plain woman, will exchange it with a pretty one for a perfumed handkerchief. Externally of London, he was internally of the Levant.
His vigil lasted but a quarter of an hour. At twenty-five minutes to eleven, Helen Cumberly came running down the steps of the hotel and hurried toward the Strand65. Like a shadow, Gianapolis, throwing away a half-smoked cigarette, glided around the corner, paused and so timed his return that he literally66 ran into the girl as she entered the main thoroughfare.
He started back.
“Why!” he cried, “Miss Cumberly!”
Helen checked a frown, and hastily substituted a smile.
“How odd that I should meet you here, Mr. Gianapolis,” she said.
“Most extraordinary! I was on my way to visit a friend in Victoria Street upon a rather urgent matter. May I venture to hope that your path lies in a similar direction?”
Helen Cumberly, deceived by his suave67 manner (for how was she to know that the Greek had learnt her address from Crockett, the reporter?), found herself at a loss for an excuse. Her remarkably68 pretty mouth was drawn down to one corner, inducing a dimple of perplexity in her left cheek. She had that breadth between the eyes which, whilst not an attribute of perfect beauty, indicates an active mind, and is often found in Scotch69 women; now, by the slight raising of her eyebrows70, this space was accentuated71. But Helen's rapid thinking availed her not at all.
“Had you proposed to walk?” inquired Gianapolis, bending deferentially72 and taking his place beside her with a confidence which showed that her opportunity for repelling73 his attentions was past.
“Yes,” she said, hesitatingly; “but—I fear I am detaining you”...
Of two evils she was choosing the lesser74; the idea of being confined in a cab with this ever-smiling Greek was unthinkable.
“Oh, my dear Miss Cumberly!” cried Gianapolis, beaming radiantly, “it is a greater pleasure than I can express to you, and then for two friends who are proceeding in the same direction to walk apart would be quite absurd, would it not?”
The term “friend” was not pleasing to Helen's ears; Mr. Gianapolis went far too fast. But she recognized her helplessness, and accepted this cavalier with as good a grace as possible.
He immediately began to talk of Olaf van Noord and his pictures, whilst Helen hurried along as though her life depended upon her speed. Sometimes, on the pretense75 of piloting her at crossings, Gianapolis would take her arm; and this contact she found most disagreeable; but on the whole his conduct was respectful to the point of servility.
A pretty woman who is not wholly obsessed76 by her personal charms, learns more of the ways of mankind than it is vouchsafed77 to her plainer sister ever to know; and in the crooked eyes of Gianapolis, Helen Cumberly read a world of unuttered things, and drew her own conclusions. These several conclusions dictated78 a single course; avoidance of Gianapolis in future.
Fortunately, Helen Cumberly's self-chosen path in life had taught her how to handle the nascent79 and undesirable80 lover. She chatted upon the subject of art, and fenced adroitly81 whenever the Greek sought to introduce the slightest personal element into the conversation. Nevertheless, she was relieved when at last she found herself in the familiar Square with her foot upon the steps of Palace Mansions.
The Greek raised it to his lips with exaggerated courtesy, and retained it, looking into her eyes in his crooked fashion.
“We both move in the world of art and letters; may I hope that this meeting will not be our last?”
“I am always wandering about between Fleet Street and Soho,” laughed Helen. “It is quite certain we shall run into each other again before long. Good night, and thank you so much!”
She darted into the hallway, and ran lightly up the stairs. Opening the flat door with her key, she entered and closed it behind her, sighing with relief to be free of the over-attentive Greek. Some impulse prompted her to enter her own room, and, without turning up the light, to peer down into the Square.
Gianapolis was descending83 the steps. On the pavement he stood and looked up at the windows, lingeringly; then he turned and walked away.
As the Greek gained the corner of the Square and was lost from view, a lithe figure—kin of the shadows which had masked it—became detached from the other shadows beneath the trees of the central garden and stood, a vague silhouette85 seemingly looking up at her window as Gianapolis had looked.
Helen leaned her hands upon the ledge86 and peered intently down. The figure was a vague blur87 in the darkness, but it was moving away along by the rails... following Gianapolis. No clear glimpse she had of it, for bat-like, it avoided the light, this sinister88 shape—and was gone.
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