We arrived at Bulawayo early on Saturday morning. I was disappointed inthe place. It was very hot, and I hated the hotel. Also Sir Eustace was whatI can only describe as thoroughly2 sulky. I think it was all our wooden an-imals that annoyed him-especially the big giraffe. It was a colossal3 gir-affe with an impossible neck, a mild eye and a dejected tail. It had charac-ter. It had charm. A controversy4 was already arising as to whom it be-longed to-me or Suzanne. We had each contributed a tiki to its purchase.
Suzanne advanced the claims of seniority and the married state, I stuck tothe position that I had been the first to behold5 its beauty.
In the meantime, I must admit, it occupied a good deal of this three-di-mensional space of ours. To carry forty-nine wooden animals, all of awk-ward shape, and all of extremely brittle6 wood, is somewhat of a problem.
Two porters were laden7 with a bunch of animals each-and one promptlydropped a ravishing group of ostriches8 and broke their heads off. Warnedby this, Suzanne and I carried all we could, Colonel Race helped, and Ipressed the big giraffe into Sir Eustace’s arms. Even the correct Miss Petti-grew did not escape, a large hippopotamus10 and two black warriors11 fell toher share. I had a feeling Miss Pettigrew didn’t like me. Perhaps she fan-cied I was a bold hussy. Anyway, she avoided me as much as she could.
And the funny thing was, her face seemed vaguely12 familiar to me, though Icouldn’t quite place it.
We reposed13 ourselves most of the morning, and in the afternoon wedrove out to the Matopos to see Rhodes’s grave. That is to say, we were tohave done so, but at the last moment Sir Eustace backed out. He was verynearly in as bad a temper as the morning we arrived at Cape9 Town-whenhe bounced the peaches on the floor and they squashed! Evidently arriv-ing early in the morning at places is bad for his temperament14. He cursedthe porters, he cursed the waiter at breakfast, he cursed the whole hotelmanagement, he would doubtless have liked to curse Miss Pettigrew, whohovered around with her pencil and pad, but I don’t think even Sir Eu-stace would have dared to curse Miss Pettigrew. She’s just like the efficientsecretary in a book. I only rescued our dear giraffe just in time. I feel SirEustace would have liked to dash him to the ground.
To return to our expedition, after Sir Eustace had backed out, Miss Petti-grew said she would remain at home in case he might want her. And atthe very last minute Suzanne sent down a message to say she had a head-ache. So Colonel Race and I drove off alone.
He is a strange man. One doesn’t notice it so much in a crowd. But whenone is alone with him the sense of his personality seems really almostoverpowering. He becomes more taciturn, and yet his silence seems to saymore than speech might do.
It was so that day that we drove to the Matopos through the soft yellow-brown scrub. Everything seemed strangely silent-except our car, which Ishould think was the first Ford16 ever made by man! The upholstery of itwas torn to ribbons and, though I know nothing about engines, even Icould guess that all was not as it should be in its interior.
By and by the character of the country changed. Great boulders17 ap-peared, piled up into fantastic shapes. I felt suddenly that I had got into aprimitive era. Just for a moment Neanderthal men seemed quite as real tome as they had to Papa. I turned to Colonel Race.
“There must have been giants once,” I said dreamily. “And their chil-dren were just like children are today - they played with handfuls ofpebbles, piling them up and knocking them down, and the more cleverlythey balanced them, the better pleased they were. If I were to give a nameto this place I should call it The Country of Giant Children.”
“Perhaps you’re nearer the mark than you know,” said Colonel Racegravely. “Simple, primitive18, big-that is Africa.”
I nodded appreciatively.
“You love it, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yes. But to live in it long-well, it makes one what you would call cruel.
One comes to hold life and death very lightly.”
“Yes,” I said, thinking of Harry19 Rayburn. He had been like that too. “Butnot cruel to weak things?”
“Opinions differ as to what are and are not ‘weak things,’ Miss Anne.”
There was a note of seriousness in his voice which almost startled me. Ifelt that I knew very little really of this man at my side.
“I meant children and dogs, I think.”
“I can truthfully say I’ve never been cruel to children or dogs. So youdon’t class women as ‘weak things?’ ”
I considered.
“No, I don’t think I do-though they are, I suppose. That is, they arenowadays. But Papa always said that in the beginning men and womenroamed the world together, equal in strength-like lions and tigers-”
“And giraffes?” interpolated Colonel Race slyly.
I laughed. Everyone makes fun of that giraffe.
“And giraffes. They were nomadic20, you see. It wasn’t till they settleddown in communities, and women did one kind of thing and men another,that women got weak. And of course, underneath21, one is still the same-one feels the same, I mean - and that is why women worship physicalstrength in men: it’s what they once had and have lost.”
“Almost ancestor worship, in fact?”
“Something of the kind.”
“And you really think that’s true? That women worship strength, Imean?”
“I think it’s quite true-if one’s honest. You think you admire moralqualities, but when you fall in love, you revert22 to the primitive where thephysical is all that counts. But I don’t think that’s the end; if you lived inprimitive conditions it would be all right, but you don’t-and so, in theend, the other thing wins after all. It’s the things that are apparentlyconquered that always do win, isn’t it? They win in the only way thatcounts. Like what the Bible says about losing your life and finding it.”
“In the end,” said Colonel Race thoughtfully, “you fall in love-and youfall out of it, is that what you mean?”
“Not exactly, but you can put it that way if you like.”
“But I don’t think you’ve ever fallen out of love, Miss Anne?”
“No, I haven’t,” I admitted frankly23.
“Or fallen in love, either?”
I did not answer.
The car drew up at our destination and brought the conversation to aclose. We got out and began the slow ascent24 to the World’s View. Not forthe first time, I felt a slight discomfort25 in Colonel Race’s company. Heveiled his thoughts so well behind those impenetrable black eyes. Hefrightened me a little. He had always frightened me. I never knew where Istood with him.
We climbed in silence till we reached the spot where Rhodes liesguarded by giant boulders. A strange eerie26 place, far from the haunts ofmen, that sings a ceaseless paean27 of rugged28 beauty.
We sat there for time in silence. Then descended29 once more, but diver-ging slightly from the path. Sometimes it was a rough scramble30 and oncewe came to a sharp slope or rock that was almost sheer.
Colonel Race went first, then turned to help me.
“Better lift you,” he said suddenly, and swung me off my feet with aquick gesture.
I felt the strength of him as he set me down and released his clasp. Aman of iron, with muscles like taut31 steel. And again I felt afraid, especiallyas he did not move aside, but stood directly in front of me, staring into myface.
“What are you really doing here, Anne Beddingfeld?” he said abruptly32.
“I’m a gipsy seeing the world.”
“Yes, that’s true enough. The newspaper correspondent is only a pretext33.
You’ve not the soul of a journalist. You’re out for your own hand-snatch-ing at life. But that’s not all.”
What was he going to make me tell him? I was afraid-afraid. I lookedhim full in the face. My eyes can’t keep secrets like his, but they can carrythe war into the enemy’s country.
“What are you really doing here, Colonel Race?” I asked deliberately34.
For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer. He was clearly takenaback, though. At last he spoke35, and his words seemed to afford him agrim amusement.
“Pursuing ambition,” he said. “Just that-pursuing ambition. You will re-member, Miss Beddingfeld, that ‘by that sin fell the angels,’ etc.”
“They say,” I said slowly, “that you are really connected with the Gov-ernment-that you are in the Secret Service. Is that true?”
Was it my fancy, or did he hesitate for a fraction of a second before heanswered?
“I can assure you, Miss Beddingfeld, that I am out here strictly36 as aprivate individual travelling for my own pleasure.”
Thinking the answer over later, it struck me as slightly ambiguous. Per-haps he meant it to be so.
We rejoined the car in silence. Halfway37 back to Bulawayo we stoppedfor tea at a somewhat primitive structure at the side of the road. The pro-prietor was digging in the garden, and seemed annoyed at being dis-turbed. But he graciously promised to see what he could do. After an inter-minable wait, he brought us some stale cakes and some lukewarm tea.
Then disappeared to his garden again.
No sooner had he departed than we were surrounded by cats, six ofthem all miaowing piteously at once. The racket was deafening38. I offeredthem some pieces of cake. They devoured39 them ravenously40. I poured allthe milk there was into a saucer and they fought each other to get it.
“Oh,” I cried indignantly, “they’re starved! It’s wicked. Please, please, or-der some more milk and another plate of cake.”
Colonel Race departed silently to do my bidding. The cats had begun mi-aowing again. He returned with a big jug41 of milk and the cats finished itall.
I got up with determination on my face.
“I’m going to take those cats home with us-I shan’t leave them here.”
“My dear child, don’t be absurd. You can’t carry six cats as well as fiftywooden animals round with you.”
“Never mind the wooden animals. These cats are alive. I shall take themback with me.”
“You will do nothing of the kind.” I looked at him resentfully but hewent on: “You think me cruel-but one can’t go through life sentimentaliz-ing over these things. It’s no good standing42 out-I shan’t allow you to takethem. It’s a primitive country, you know, and I’m stronger than you.”
I always know when I am beaten. I went down to the car with tears inmy eyes.
“They’re probably short of food just today,” he explained consolingly.
“That man’s wife has gone into Bulawayo for stores. So it will be all right.
And anyway, you know, the world’s full of starving cats.”
“Don’t-don’t,” I said fiercely.
“I’m teaching you to realize life as it is. I’m teaching you to be hard andruthless-like I am. That’s the secret of strength-and the secret of suc-cess.”
“I’d sooner be dead than hard,” I said passionately43.
We got into the car and started off. I pulled myself together againslowly. Suddenly, to my intense astonishment44, he took my hand in his.
“Anne,” he said gently, “I want you. Will you marry me?”
I was utterly45 taken aback.
“Oh, no,” I stammered46. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t care for you in that way. I’ve never thought of you like that.”
“I see. Is that the only reason?”
I had to be honest. I owed it him.
“No,” I said, “it is not. You see-I-care for someone else.”
“I see,” he said again. “And was that true at the beginning-when I firstsaw you-on the Kilmorden?”
“No,” I whispered. “It was-since then.”
“I see,” he said for the third time, but this time there was a purposefulring in his voice that made me turn and look at him. His face was grimmerthan I had ever seen it.
“What-what do you mean?” I faltered47.
He looked at me, inscrutable, dominating.
“Only-that I know now what I have to do.”
His words sent a shiver through me. There was a determination behindthem that I did not understand-and it frightened me.
We neither of us said any more until we got back to the hotel. I wentstraight up to Suzanne. She was lying on her bed reading, and did not lookin the least as though she had a headache.
“Here reposes48 the perfect gooseberry,” she remarked. “Alias the tactfulchaperone. Why, Anne dear, what’s the matter?”
For I had burst into a flood of tears.
I told her about the cats-I felt it wasn’t fair to tell her about ColonelRace. But Suzanne is very sharp. I think she saw that there was somethingmore behind.
“You haven’t caught a chill, have you, Anne? Sounds absurd even to sug-gest such things in this heat, but you keep on shivering.”
“It’s nothing,” I said. “Nerves-or someone walking over my grave. Ikeep feeling something dreadful’s going to happen.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Suzanne, with decision. “Let’s talk of something in-teresting. Anne, about those diamonds-”
“What about them?”
“I’m not sure they’re safe with me. It was all right before, no one couldthink they’d be amongst my things. But now that everyone knows we’resuch friends, you and I, I’ll be under suspicion too.”
“Nobody knows they’re in a roll of films, though,” I argued. “It’s a splen-did hiding place and I really don’t think we could better it.”
She agreed doubtfully, but said we would discuss it again when we gotto the Falls.
Our train went at nine o’clock. Sir Eustace’s temper was still far fromgood, and Miss Pettigrew looked subdued49. Colonel Race was completelyhimself. I felt that I had dreamed the whole conversation on the way back.
I slept heavily that night on my hard bunk50, struggling with ill-defined,menacing dreams. I awoke with a headache and went out on the observa-tion platform of the car. It was fresh and lovely, and everywhere, as far asone could see, were the undulating wooded hills. I loved it-loved it morethan any place I had ever seen. I wished then that I could have a little hutsomewhere in the heart of the scrub and live there always-always. .?.?.
Just before half past two, Colonel Race called me out from the “office”
and pointed1 to a bouquet-shaped white mist that hovered15 over one por-tion of the bush.
“The spray from the Falls,” he said. “We are nearly there.”
I was still wrapped in that strange dream feeling of exaltation that hadsucceeded my troubled night. Very strongly implanted in me was the feel-ing that I had come home .?.?. Home! And yet I had never been here before-or had I in dreams?
We walked from the train to the hotel, a big white building closely wiredagainst mosquitoes. There were no roads, no houses. We went out on thestoep and I uttered a gasp51. There, half a mile away, facing us, were theFalls. I’ve never seen anything so grand and beautiful-I never shall.
“Anne, you’re fey,” said Suzanne, as we sat down to lunch. “I’ve neverseen you like this before.”
She stared at me curiously52.
“Am I?” I laughed, but I felt that my laugh was unnatural53. “It’s just that Ilove it all.”
“It’s more than that.”
A little frown crossed her brow-one of apprehension54.
Yes, I was happy, but beyond that I had the curious feeling that I waswaiting for something-something that would happen soon. I was excited-restless.
After tea we strolled out, got on the trolley55 and were pushed by smilingblacks down the little tracks of rails to the bridge.
It was a marvellous sight, the great chasm56 and the rushing waters be-low, and the veil of mist and spray in front of us that parted every nowand then for one brief minute to show the cataract57 of water and thenclosed up again in its impenetrable mystery. That, to my mind, has alwaysbeen the fascination58 of the Falls-their elusive59 quality. You always thinkyou’re going to see-and you never do.
We crossed the bridge and walked slowly on by the path that wasmarked out with white stone on either side and led round the brink60 of thegorge. Finally we arrived in a big clearing where on the left a path leddownwards towards the chasm.
“The palm gully,” explained Colonel Race. “Shall we go down? Or shallwe leave it until tomorrow? It will take some time, and it’s a good climb upagain.”
“We’ll leave it until tomorrow,” said Sir Eustace with decision. He isn’tat all fond of strenuous61 physical exercise, I have noticed.
He led the way back. As we went, we passed a fine native stalking along.
Behind him came a woman who seemed to have the entire household be-longings piled upon her head! The collection included a frying pan.
“I never have my camera when I want it,” groaned62 Suzanne.
“That’s an opportunity that will occur often enough, Mrs. Blair,” saidColonel Race. “So don’t lament63.”
We arrived back on the bridge.
“Shall we go into the rainbow forest?” he continued. “Or are you afraidof getting wet?”
Suzanne and I accompanied him. Sir Eustace went back to the hotel. Iwas rather disappointed in the rainbow forest. There weren’t nearlyenough rainbows, and we got soaked to the skin, but every now and thenwe got a glimpse of the Falls opposite and realized how enormously widethey are. Oh, dear, dear Falls, how I love and worship you and alwaysshall!
We got back to the hotel just in time to change for dinner. Sir Eustaceseems to have taken a positive antipathy64 to Colonel Race. Suzanne and Irallied him gently, but didn’t get much satisfaction.
After dinner he retired65 to his sitting room, dragging Miss Pettigrew withhim. Suzanne and I talked for a while with Colonel Race, and then she de-clared, with an immense yawn, that she was going to bed. I didn’t want tobe left alone with him, so I got up too and went to my room.
But I was far too excited to go to sleep. I did not even undress. I lay backin a chair and gave myself up to dreaming. And all the time I was con-scious of something coming nearer and nearer. .?.?.
There was a knock at the door, and I started. I got up and went to it. Alittle black boy held out a note. It was addressed to me in a handwriting Idid not know. I took it and came back into the room. I stood there holdingit. At last I opened it. It was very short!
“I must see you. I dare not come to the hotel. Will youcome to the clearing by the palm gully? In memory ofCabin 17 please come. The man you knew as Harry Ray-burn.”
My heart beat to suffocation66. He was here then! Oh, I had known it-Ihad known it all along! I had felt him near me. All unwittingly I had cometo his place of retreat.
I wound a scarf round my head and stole to the door. I must be careful.
He was hunted down. No one must see me meet him. I stole along to Suz-anne’s room. She was fast asleep. I could hear her breathing evenly.
Sir Eustace? I paused outside the door of his sitting room. Yes, he wasdictating to Miss Pettigrew, I could hear her monotonous67 voice repeating:
“I therefore venture to suggest, that in tackling this problem of colouredlabour-” She paused for him to continue, and I heard him grunt68 some-thing angrily.
I stole on again. Colonel Race’s room was empty. I did not see him in thelounge. And he was the man I feared most! Still, I could waste no moretime. I slipped quickly out of the hotel, and took the path to the bridge.
I crossed it and stood there waiting in the shadow. If anyone had fol-lowed me, I should see them crossing the bridge. But the minutes passed,and no one came. I had not been followed. I turned and took the path tothe clearing. I took six paces or so, and then stopped. Something hadrustled behind me. It could not be anyone who had followed me from thehotel. It was someone who was already here, waiting.
And immediately, without rhyme or reason, but with the sureness of in-stinct, I knew that it was I myself who was threatened. It was the samefeeling as I had had on the Kilmorden that night-a sure instinct warningme of danger.
I looked sharply over my shoulder. Silence. I moved on a pace or two.
Again I heard that rustle69. Still walking, I looked over my shoulder again. Aman’s figure came out of the shadow. He saw that I saw him, and jumpedforward, hard on my track.
It was too dark to recognize anybody. All I could see was that he wastall, and a European, not a native. I took to my heels and ran. I heard himpounding behind. I ran quicker, keeping my eyes fixed70 on the white stonesthat showed me where to step, for there was no moon that night.
And suddenly my foot felt nothingness. I heard the man behind melaugh, an evil, sinister71 laugh. It rang in my ears, as I fell headlong-down-down-down to destruction far beneath.
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