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Phillips Oppenheim + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Zeppelin's Passenger + +Author: E. Phillips Oppenheim + +Release Date: November 25, 2008 [EBook #1931] +Last Updated: March 9, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ZEPPELIN'S PASSENGER *** + + + + +Produced by An Anonymous Project Gutenberg Volunteer, and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE ZEPPELIN'S PASSENGER + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By E. Phillips Oppenheim + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <p> + “Never heard a sound,” the younger of the afternoon callers admitted, + getting rid of his empty cup and leaning forward in his low chair. “No + more tea, thank you, Miss Fairclough. Done splendidly, thanks. No, I went + to bed last night soon after eleven—the Colonel had been route + marching us all off our legs—and I never awoke until reveille this + morning. Sleep of the just, and all that sort of thing, but a jolly sell, + all the same! You hear anything of it, sir?” he asked, turning to his + companion, who was seated a few feet away. + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths shook his head. He was a man considerably older than his + questioner, with long, nervous face, and thick black hair streaked with + grey. His fingers were bony, his complexion, for a soldier, curiously + sallow, and notwithstanding his height, which was considerable, he was + awkward, at times almost uncouth. His voice was hard and unsympathetic, + and his contributions to the tea-table talk had been almost negligible. + </p> + <p> + “I was up until two o'clock, as it happened,” he replied, “but I knew + nothing about the matter until it was brought to my notice officially.” + </p> + <p> + Helen Fairclough, who was doing the honours for Lady Cranston, her absent + hostess, assumed the slight air of superiority to which the circumstances + of the case entitled her. + </p> + <p> + “I heard it distinctly,” she declared; “in fact it woke me up. I hung out + of the window, and I could hear the engine just as plainly as though it + were over the golf links.” + </p> + <p> + The young subaltern sighed. + </p> + <p> + “Rotten luck I have with these things,” he confided. “That's three times + they've been over, and I've neither heard nor seen one. This time they say + that it had the narrowest shave on earth of coming down. Of course, you've + heard of the observation car found on Dutchman's Common this morning?” + </p> + <p> + The girl assented. + </p> + <p> + “Did you see it?” she enquired. + </p> + <p> + “Not a chance,” was the gloomy reply. “It was put on two covered trucks + and sent up to London by the first train. Captain Griffiths can tell you + what it was like, I dare say. You were down there, weren't you, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I superintended its removal,” the latter informed them. “It was a very + uninteresting affair.” + </p> + <p> + “Any bombs in it?” Helen asked. + </p> + <p> + “Not a sign of one. Just a hard seat, two sets of field-glasses and a + telephone. It seems to have got caught in some trees and been dragged + off.” + </p> + <p> + “How exciting!” the girl murmured. “I suppose there wasn't any one in it?” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I believe,” he explained, “that these observation cars, although they are + attached to most of the Zeppelins, are seldom used in night raids.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to have seen it, all the same,” Helen confessed. + </p> + <p> + “You would have been disappointed,” her informant assured her. + “By-the-by,” he added, a little awkwardly, “are you not expecting Lady + Cranston back this evening?” + </p> + <p> + “I am expecting her every moment. The car has gone down to the station to + meet her.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths appeared to receive the news with a certain + undemonstrative satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair with the air of + one who is content to wait. + </p> + <p> + “Have you heard, Miss Fairclough,” his younger companion enquired, a + little diffidently, “whether Lady Cranston had any luck in town?” + </p> + <p> + Helen Fairclough looked away. There was a slight mist before her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I had a letter this morning,” she replied. “She seems to have heard + nothing at all encouraging so far.” + </p> + <p> + “And you haven't heard from Major Felstead himself, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + The girl shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “Not a line,” she sighed. “It's two months now since we last had a + letter.” + </p> + <p> + “Jolly bad luck to get nipped just as he was doing so well,” the young man + observed sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + “It all seems very cruel,” Helen agreed. “He wasn't really fit to go back, + but the Board passed him because they were so short of officers and he + kept worrying them. He was so afraid he'd get moved to another battalion. + Then he was taken prisoner in that horrible Pervais affair, and sent to + the worst camp in Germany. Since then, of course, Philippa and I have had + a wretched time, worrying.” + </p> + <p> + “Major Felstead is Lady Cranston's only brother, is he not?” Griffiths + enquired. + </p> + <p> + “And my only fiancĂ©,” she replied, with a little grimace. “However, don't + let us talk about our troubles any more,” she continued, with an effort at + a lighter tone. “You'll find some cigarettes on that table, Mr. Harrison. + I can't think where Nora is. I expect she has persuaded some one to take + her out trophy-hunting to Dutchman's Common.” + </p> + <p> + “The road all the way is like a circus,” the young soldier observed, “and + there isn't a thing to be seen when you get there. The naval airmen were + all over the place at daybreak, and Captain Griffiths wasn't far behind + them. You didn't leave much for the sightseers, sir,” he concluded, + turning to his neighbour. + </p> + <p> + “As Commandant of the place,” Captain Griffiths replied, “I naturally had + to have the Common searched. With the exception of the observation car, + however, I think that I am betraying no confidences in telling you that we + discovered nothing of interest.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you suppose that the Zeppelin was in difficulties, as she was flying + so low?” Helen enquired. + </p> + <p> + “It is a perfectly reasonable hypothesis,” the Commandant assented. “Two + patrol boats were sent out early this morning, in search of her. An old + man whom I saw at Waburne declares that she passed like a long, black + cloud, just over his head, and that he was almost deafened by the noise of + the engines. Personally, I cannot believe that they would come down so low + unless she was in some trouble.” + </p> + <p> + The door of the comfortable library in which they were seated was suddenly + thrown open. An exceedingly alert-looking young lady, very much + befreckled, and as yet unemancipated from the long plaits of the + schoolroom, came in like a whirlwind. In her hand she carried a man's + Homburg hat, which she waved aloft in triumph. + </p> + <p> + “Come in, Arthur,” she shouted to a young subaltern who was hovering in + the background. “Look what I've got, Helen! A trophy! Just look, Mr. + Harrison and Captain Griffiths! I found it in a bush, not twenty yards + from where the observation car came down.” + </p> + <p> + Helen turned the hat around in amused bewilderment. + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear child,” she exclaimed, “this is nothing but an ordinary hat! + People who travel in Zeppelins don't wear things like that. How do you do, + Mr. Somerfield?” she added, smiling at the young man who had followed Nora + into the room. + </p> + <p> + “Don't they!” the latter retorted, with an air of superior knowledge. + “Just look here!” + </p> + <p> + She turned down the lining and showed it to them. “What do you make of + that?” she asked triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + Helen gazed at the gold-printed letters a little incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “Read it out,” Nora insisted. + </p> + <p> + Helen obeyed: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Schmidt, + Berlin, + Unter den Linden, 127.” + </pre> + <p> + “That sounds German,” she admitted. + </p> + <p> + “It's a trophy, all right,” Nora declared. “One of the crew—probably + the Commander—must have come on board in a hurry and changed into + uniform after they had started.” + </p> + <p> + “It is my painful duty, Miss Nora,” Harrison announced solemnly, “to + inform you, on behalf of Captain Griffiths, that all articles of + whatsoever description, found in the vicinity of Dutchman's Common, which + might possibly have belonged to any one in the Zeppelin, must be sent at + once to the War Office.” + </p> + <p> + “Rubbish!” Nora scoffed. “The War Office aren't going to have my hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Duty,” the young man began— + </p> + <p> + “You can go back to the Depot and do your duty, then, Mr. Harrison,” Nora + interrupted, “but you're not going to have my hat. I'd throw it into the + fire sooner than give it up.” + </p> + <p> + “Military regulations must be obeyed, Miss Nora,” Captain Griffiths + ventured thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing so important as hats,” Harrison put in. “You see they fit—somebody.” + </p> + <p> + The girl's gesture was irreverent but convincing. “I'd listen to anything + Captain Griffiths had to say,” she declared, “but you boys who are + learning to be soldiers are simply eaten up with conceit. There's nothing + in your textbook about hats. If you're going to make yourselves + disagreeable about this, I shall simply ignore the regiment.” + </p> + <p> + The two young men fell into attitudes of mock dismay. Nora took a + chocolate from a box. + </p> + <p> + “Be merciful, Miss Nora!” Harrison pleaded tearfully. + </p> + <p> + “Don't break the regiment up altogether,” Somerfield begged, with a little + catch in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “All very well for you two to be funny,” Nora went on, revisiting the + chocolate box, “but you've heard about the Seaforths coming, haven't you? + I adore kilts, and so does Helen; don't you, Helen?” + </p> + <p> + “Every woman does,” Helen admitted, smiling. “I suppose the child really + can keep the hat, can't she?” she added, turning to the Commandant. + </p> + <p> + “Officially the matter is outside my cognizance,” he declared. “I shall + have nothing to say.” + </p> + <p> + The two young men exchanged glances. + </p> + <p> + “A hat,” Somerfield ruminated, “especially a Homburg hat, is scarcely an + appurtenance of warfare.” + </p> + <p> + His brother officer stood for a moment looking gravely at the object in + question. Then he winked at Somerfield and sighed. + </p> + <p> + “I shall take the whole responsibility,” he decided magnanimously, “of + saying nothing about the matter. We can't afford to quarrel with Miss + Nora, can we, Somerfield?” + </p> + <p> + “Not on your life,” that young man agreed. + </p> + <p> + “Sensible boys!” Nora pronounced graciously. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much, Captain Griffiths, for not encouraging them in their + folly. You can take me as far as the post-office when you go, Arthur,” she + continued, turning to the fortunate possessor of the side-car, “and we'll + have some golf to-morrow afternoon, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't Mr. Somerfield have some tea?” Helen invited. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much, Miss Fairclough,” the man replied; “we had tea some + time ago at Watson's, where I found Miss Nora.” + </p> + <p> + Nora suddenly held up her finger. “Isn't that the car?” she asked. “Why, + it must be mummy, here already. Yes, I can hear her voice!” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths, who had moved eagerly towards the window, looked back. + </p> + <p> + “It is Lady Cranston,” he announced solemnly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <p> + The woman who paused for a moment upon the threshold of the library, + looking in upon the little company, was undeniably beautiful. She had + masses of red-gold hair, a little disordered by her long railway journey, + deep-set hazel eyes, a delicate, almost porcelain-like complexion, and a + sensitive, delightfully shaped mouth. Her figure was small and dainty, and + just at that moment she had an appearance of helplessness which was almost + childlike. Nora, after a vigorous embrace, led her stepmother towards a + chair. + </p> + <p> + “Come and sit by the fire, Mummy,” she begged. “You look tired and cold.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa exchanged a general salutation with her guests. She was still + wearing her travelling coat, and her air of fatigue was unmistakable. + Griffiths, who had not taken his eyes off her since her entrance, wheeled + an easy-chair towards the hearth-rug, into which she sank with a murmured + word of thanks. + </p> + <p> + “You'll have some tea, won't you, dear?” Helen enquired. + </p> + <p> + Philippa shook her head. Her eyes met her friend's for a moment—it + was only a very brief glance, but the tragedy of some mutual sorrow seemed + curiously revealed in that unspoken question and answer. The two young + subalterns prepared to take their leave. Nora, kneeling down, stroked her + stepmother's hand. + </p> + <p> + “No news at all, then?” Helen faltered. + </p> + <p> + “None,” was the weary reply. + </p> + <p> + “Any amount of news here, Mummy,” Nora intervened cheerfully, “and heaps + of excitement. We had a Zeppelin over Dutchman's Common last night, and + she lost her observation car. Mr. Somerfield took me up there this + afternoon, and I found a German hat. No one else got a thing, and, would + you believe it, those children over there tried to take it away from me.” + </p> + <p> + Her stepmother smiled faintly. + </p> + <p> + “I expect you are keeping the hat, dear,” she observed. + </p> + <p> + “I should say so!” Nora assented. + </p> + <p> + Philippa held out her hand to the two young men who had been waiting to + take their leave. + </p> + <p> + “You must come and dine one night this week, both of you,” she said. “My + husband will be home by the later train this evening, and I'm sure he will + be glad to have you.” + </p> + <p> + “Very kind of you, Lady Cranston, we shall be delighted,” Harrison + declared. + </p> + <p> + “Rather!” his companion echoed. + </p> + <p> + Nora led them away, and Helen, with a word of excuse, followed them. + Griffiths, who had also risen to his feet, came a little nearer to + Philippa's chair. + </p> + <p> + “And you, too, of course, Captain Griffiths,” she said, smiling pleasantly + up at him. “Must you hurry away?” + </p> + <p> + “I will stay, if I may, until Miss Fairclough returns,” he answered, + resuming his seat. + </p> + <p> + “Do!” Philippa begged him. “I have had such a miserable time in town. You + can't think how restful it is to be back here.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid,” he observed, “that your journey has not been successful.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “It has been completely unsuccessful,” she sighed. “I have not been able + to hear a word about my brother. I am so sorry for poor Helen, too. They + were only engaged, you know, a few days before he left for the front this + last time.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths nodded sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + “I never met Major Felstead,” he remarked, “but every one who has seems to + like him very much. He was doing so well, too, up to that last unfortunate + affair, wasn't he?” + </p> + <p> + “Dick is a dear,” Philippa declared. “I never knew any one with so many + friends. He would have been commanding his battalion now, if only he were + free. His colonel wrote and told me so himself.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish there were something I could do,” Griffiths murmured, a little + awkwardly. “It hurts me, Lady Cranston, to see you so upset.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him for a moment in faint surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Nobody can do anything,” she bemoaned. “That is the unfortunate part of + it all.” + </p> + <p> + He rose to his feet and was immediately conscious, as he always was when + he stood up, that there was a foot or two of his figure which he had no + idea what to do with. + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't feel like a ride to-morrow morning, Lady Cranston?” he + asked, with a wistfulness which seemed somehow stifled in his rather + unpleasant voice. She shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps one morning later,” she replied, a little vaguely. “I haven't any + heart for anything just now.” + </p> + <p> + He took a sombre but agitated leave of his hostess, and went out into the + twilight, cursing his lack of ease, remembering the things which he had + meant to say, and hating himself for having forgotten them. Philippa, to + whom his departure had been, as it always was, a relief, was already + leaning forward in her chair with her arm around Helen's neck. + </p> + <p> + “I thought that extraordinary man would never go,” she exclaimed, “and I + was longing to send for you, Helen. London has been such a dreary chapter + of disappointments.” + </p> + <p> + “What a sickening time you must have had, dear!” + </p> + <p> + “It was horrid,” Philippa assented sadly, “but you know Henry is no use at + all, and I should have felt miserable unless I had gone. I have been to + every friend at the War Office, and every friend who has friends there. I + have made every sort of enquiry, and I know just as much now as I did when + I left here—that Richard was a prisoner at Wittenberg the last time + they heard, and that they have received no notification whatever + concerning him for the last two months.” + </p> + <p> + Helen glanced at the calendar. + </p> + <p> + “It is just two months to-day,” she said mournfully, “since we heard.” + </p> + <p> + “And then,” Philippa sighed, “he hadn't received a single one of our + parcels.” + </p> + <p> + Helen rose suddenly to her feet. She was a tall, fair girl of the best + Saxon type, slim but not in the least angular, with every promise, indeed, + of a fuller and more gracious development in the years to come. She was + barely twenty-two years old, and, as is common with girls of her + complexion, seemed younger. Her bright, intelligent face was, above all, + good-humoured. Just at that moment, however, there was a flush of + passionate anger in her cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “It makes me feel almost beside myself,” she exclaimed, “this hideous + incapacity for doing anything! Here we are living in luxury, without a + single privation, whilst Dick, the dearest thing on earth to both of us, + is being starved and goaded to death in a foul German prison!” + </p> + <p> + “We mustn't believe that it's quite so bad as that, dear,” Philippa + remonstrated. “What is it, Mills?” + </p> + <p> + The elderly man-servant who had entered with a tray in his band, bowed as + he arranged it upon a side table. + </p> + <p> + “I have taken the liberty of bringing in a little fresh tea, your + ladyship,” he announced, “and some hot buttered toast. Cook has sent some + of the sandwiches, too, which your ladyship generally fancies.” + </p> + <p> + “It is very kind of you, Mills,” Philippa said, with rather a wan little + smile. “I had some tea at South Lynn, but it was very bad. You might take + my coat, please.” + </p> + <p> + She stood up, and the heavy fur coat slipped easily away from her slim, + elegant little body. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I light up, your ladyship?” Mills enquired. + </p> + <p> + “You might light a lamp,” Philippa directed, “but don't draw the blinds + until lighting-up time. After the noise of London,” she went on, turning + to Helen, “I always think that the faint sound of the sea is so restful.” + </p> + <p> + The man moved noiselessly about the room and returned once more to his + mistress. + </p> + <p> + “We should be glad to hear, your ladyship,” he said, “if there is any news + of Major Felstead?” Philippa shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “None at all, I am sorry to say, Mills! Still, we must hope for the best. + I dare say that some of these camps are not so bad as we imagine.” + </p> + <p> + “We must hope not, your ladyship,” was the somewhat dismal reply. “Shall I + fasten the windows?” + </p> + <p> + “You can leave them until you draw the blinds, Mills,” Philippa directed. + “I am not at home, if any one should call. See that we are undisturbed for + a little time.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good, your ladyship.” + </p> + <p> + The door was closed, and the two women were once more alone. Philippa held + out her arms. + </p> + <p> + “Helen, darling, come and be nice to me,” she begged. “Let us both pretend + that no news is good news. Oh, I know what you are suffering, but remember + that even if Dick is your lover, he is my dear, only brother—my twin + brother, too. We have been so much to each other all our lives. He'll + stick it out, dear, if any human being can. We shall have him back with us + some day.” + </p> + <p> + “But he is hungry,” Helen sobbed. “I can't bear to think of his being + hungry. Every time I sit down to eat, it almost chokes me.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he has forgotten what a whisky and soda is like,” Philippa + murmured, with a little catch in her own throat. + </p> + <p> + “He always used to love one about this time,” Helen faltered, glancing at + the clock. + </p> + <p> + “And cigarettes!” Philippa exclaimed. “I wonder whether they give him + anything to smoke.” + </p> + <p> + “Nasty German tobacco, if they do,” Helen rejoined indignantly. “And to + think that I have sent him at least six hundred of his favourite + Egyptians!” + </p> + <p> + She fell once more on her knees by her friend's side. Their arms were + intertwined, their cheeks touching. One of those strange, feminine + silences of acute sympathy seemed to hold them for a while under its + thrall. Then, almost at the same moment, a queer awakening came for both + of them. Helen's arm was stiffened. Philippa turned her head, but her eyes + were filled with incredulous fear. A little current of cool air was + blowing through the room. The French windows stood half open, and with his + back to them, a man who had apparently entered the room from the gardens + and passed noiselessly across the soft carpet, was standing by the door, + listening. They heard him turn the key. Then, in a businesslike manner, he + returned to the windows and closed them, the eyes of the two women + following him all the time. Satisfied, apparently, with his precautions, + he turned towards them just as an expression of indignant enquiry broke + from Philippa's lips. Helen sprang to her feet, and Philippa gripped the + sides of her chair. The newcomer advanced a few steps nearer to them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <p> + It seemed to the two women, brief though the period of actual silence was, + that in those few seconds they jointly conceived definite and lasting + impressions of the man who was to become, during the next few weeks, an + object of the deepest concern to both of them. The intruder was slightly + built, of little more than medium height, of dark complexion, with an + almost imperceptible moustache of military pattern, black hair dishevelled + with the wind, and eyes of almost peculiar brightness. He carried himself + with an assurance which was somewhat remarkable considering the condition + of his torn and mud stained clothes, the very quality of which was almost + undistinguishable. They both, curiously enough, formed the same + instinctive conviction that, notwithstanding his tramplike appearance and + his burglarious entrance, this was not a person to be greatly feared. + </p> + <p> + The stranger brushed aside Philippa's incoherent exclamation and opened + the conversation with some ceremony. + </p> + <p> + “Ladies,” he began, with a low bow, “in the first place let me offer my + most profound apologies for this unusual form of entrance to your house.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa rose from her easy-chair and confronted him. The firelight played + upon her red-gold hair, and surprise had driven the weariness from her + face. Against the black oak of the chimneypiece she had almost the + appearance of a framed cameo. Her voice was quite steady, although its + inflection betrayed some indignation. + </p> + <p> + “Will you kindly explain who you are and what you mean by this + extraordinary behaviour?” she demanded. + </p> + <p> + “It is my earnest intention to do so without delay,” he assured her, his + eyes apparently rivetted upon Philippa. “Kindly pardon me.” + </p> + <p> + He held out his arm to stop Helen, who, with her eye upon the bell, had + made a stealthy attempt to slip past him. Her eyes flashed as she felt his + fingers upon her arm. + </p> + <p> + “How dare you attempt to stop me!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Miss Fairclough,” he remonstrated, “in the interests of all of + us, it is better that we should have a few moments of undisturbed + conversation. I am taking it for granted that I have the pleasure of + addressing Miss Fairclough?” + </p> + <p> + There was something about the man's easy confidence which was, in its way, + impressive yet irritating. Helen appeared bereft of words and retreated to + her place almost mildly. Philippa's very delicate eyebrows were drawn + together in a slight frown. + </p> + <p> + “You are acquainted with our names, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly,” was the suave reply. “You, I presume, are Lady Cranston? I + may be permitted to add,” he went on, looking at her steadfastly, “that + the description from which I recognise you does you less than justice.” + </p> + <p> + “I find that remark, under the circumstances, impertinent,” Philippa told + him coldly. + </p> + <p> + He shrugged his shoulders. There was a slight smile upon his lips and his + eyes twinkled. + </p> + <p> + “Alas!” he murmured, “for the moment I forgot the somewhat unusual + circumstances of our meeting. Permit me to offer you what I trust you will + accept as the equivalent of a letter of introduction.” + </p> + <p> + “A letter of introduction,” Philippa repeated, glancing at his disordered + clothes, “and you come in through the window!” + </p> + <p> + “Believe me,” the intruder assured her, “it was the only way.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you will tell me, then,” Philippa demanded, her anger gradually + giving way to bewilderment, “what is wrong with my front door?” + </p> + <p> + “For all I know, dear lady,” the newcomer confessed, “yours may be an + excellent front door. I would ask you, however, to consider my appearance. + I have been obliged to conclude the last few miles of my journey in + somewhat ignominious fashion. My clothes—they were quite nice + clothes, too, when I started,” he added, looking down at himself ruefully—“have + suffered. And, as you perceive, I have lost my hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Your hat?” Helen exclaimed, with a sudden glance at Nora's trophy. + </p> + <p> + “Precisely! I might have posed before your butler, perhaps, as belonging + to what you call the hatless brigade, but the mud upon my clothes, and + these unfortunate rents in my garments, would have necessitated an + explanation which I thought better avoided. I make myself quite clear, I + trust?” + </p> + <p> + “Clear?” Philippa murmured helplessly. + </p> + <p> + “Clear?” Helen echoed, with a puzzled frown. + </p> + <p> + “I mean, of course,” their visitor explained, “so far as regards my + choosing this somewhat surreptitious form of entrance into your house.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shrugged her shoulders and made a determined move towards the + bell. The intruder, however, barred her way. She looked up into his face + and found it difficult to maintain her indignation. His expression, + besides being distinctly pleasant, was full of a respectful admiration. + </p> + <p> + “Will you please let me pass?” she insisted. + </p> + <p> + “Madam,” he replied, “I am afraid that it is your intention to ring the + bell.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course it is,” she admitted. “Don't dare to prevent me.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam, I do not wish to prevent you,” he assured her. “A few moments' + delay—that is all I plead for.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you explain at once, sir,” Philippa demanded, “what you mean by + forcing your way into my house in this extraordinary fashion, and by + locking that door?” + </p> + <p> + “I am most anxious to do so,” was the prompt reply. “I am correct, of + course, in my first surmise that you are Lady Cranston—and you Miss + Fairclough?” he added, bowing ceremoniously to both of them. “A very great + pleasure! I recognised you both quite easily, you see, from your + descriptions.” + </p> + <p> + “From our descriptions?” Philippa repeated. + </p> + <p> + The newcomer bowed. + </p> + <p> + “The descriptions, glowing, indeed, but by no means exaggerated, of your + brother Richard, Lady Cranston, and your fiancĂ©, Miss Fairclough.” + </p> + <p> + “Richard?” Philippa almost shrieked. + </p> + <p> + “You have seen Dick?” Helen gasped. + </p> + <p> + The intruder dived in his pockets and produced two sealed envelopes. He + handed one each simultaneously to Helen and to Philippa. + </p> + <p> + “My letters of introduction,” he explained, with a little sigh of relief. + “I trust that during their perusal you will invite me to have some tea. I + am almost starving.” + </p> + <p> + The two women hastened towards the lamp. + </p> + <p> + “One moment, I beg,” their visitor interposed. “I have established, I + trust, my credentials. May I remind you that I was compelled to ensure the + safety of these few minutes' conversation with you, by locking that door. + Are you likely to be disturbed?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no! No chance at all,” Philippa assured him. + </p> + <p> + “If we are, we'll explain,” Helen promised. + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” the intruder begged, “perhaps you will excuse me.” + </p> + <p> + He moved towards the door and softly turned the key, then he drew the + curtains carefully across the French windows. Afterwards he made his way + towards the tea-table. A little throbbing cry had broken from Helen's + lips. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa,” she exclaimed, “it's from Dick! It's Dick's handwriting!” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's reply was incoherent. She was tearing open her own envelope. + With a well-satisfied smile, the bearer of these communications seized a + sandwich in one hand and poured himself out some tea with the other. He + ate and drank with the restraint of good-breeding, but with a voracity + which gave point to his plea of starvation. A few yards away, the + breathless silence between the two women had given place to an almost + hysterical series of disjointed exclamations. + </p> + <p> + “It's from Dick!” Helen repeated. “It's his own dear handwriting. How + shaky it is! He's alive and well, Philippa, and he's found a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “I know—I know,” Philippa murmured tremulously. “Our parcels have + been discovered, and he got them all at once. Just fancy, Helen, he's + really not so ill, after all!” + </p> + <p> + They drew a little closer together. + </p> + <p> + “You read yours out first,” Helen proposed, “and then I'll read mine.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa nodded. Her voice here and there was a little uncertain. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MY DEAREST SISTER, + + I have heard nothing from you or Helen for so long that I was + really getting desperate. I have had a very rough time here, + but by the grace of Providence I stumbled up against an old + friend the other day, Bertram Maderstrom, whom you must have + heard me speak of in my college days. It isn't too much to say + that he has saved my life. He has unearthed your parcels, found + me decent quarters, and I am getting double rations. He has + promised, too, to get this letter through to you. + + You needn't worry about me now, dear. I am feeling twice the + man I was a month ago, and I shall stick it out now quite easily. + + Write me as often as ever you can. Your letters and Helen's make + all the difference. + + My love to you and to Henry. + Your affectionate brother, RICHARD. + + P.S. Is Henry an Admiral yet? I suppose he was in the Jutland + scrap, which they all tell us here was a great German victory. I + hope he came out all right. +</pre> + <p> + Philippa read the postscript with a little shiver. Then she set her teeth + as though determined to ignore it. + </p> + <p> + “Isn't it wonderful!” she exclaimed, turning towards Helen with glowing + eyes. “Now yours, dear?” + </p> + <p> + Helen's voice trembled as she read. Her eyes, too, at times were misty: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + DEAREST, + + I am writing to you so differently because I feel that you will + really get this letter. I have bad an astonishing stroke of luck, + as you will gather from Philippa's note. You can't imagine the + difference. A month ago I really thought I should have to chuck + it in. Now I am putting on flesh every day and beginning to feel + myself again. I owe my life to a pal with whom I was at college, + and whom you and I, dearest, will have to remember all our lives. + + I think of you always, and my thoughts are like the flowers of + which we see nothing in these hideous huts. My greatest joy is + in dreaming of the day when we shall meet again. + + Write to me often, sweetheart. Your letters and my thoughts of + you are the one joy of my life. + + Always your lover, + DICK. +</pre> + <p> + There were a few moments of significant silence. The girls were leaning + together, their arms around one another's necks, their heads almost + touching. Behind them, their visitor continued to eat and drink. He rose + at last, however, reluctantly to his feet, and coughed. They started, + suddenly remembering his presence. Philippa turned impulsively towards him + with outstretched hands. + </p> + <p> + “I can't tell you how thankful we are to you,” she declared. + </p> + <p> + “Both of us,” Helen echoed. + </p> + <p> + He touched with his fingers a box of cigarettes which stood upon the + tea-table. + </p> + <p> + “You permit?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” Philippa assented eagerly. “You will find some matches on the + tray there. Do please help yourself. I am afraid that I must have seemed + very discourteous, but this has all been so amazing. Won't you have some + fresh tea and some toast, or wouldn't you like some more sandwiches?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more at present, thank you,” he replied. “If you do not mind, I + would rather continue our conversation.” + </p> + <p> + “These letters are wonderful,” Philippa told him gratefully. “You know + from whom they come, of course. Dick is my twin brother, and until the war + we had scarcely ever been parted. Miss Fairclough here is engaged to be + married to him. It is quite two months since we had a line, and I myself + have been in London for the last three days, three very weary days, making + enquiries everywhere.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very happy,” he said, “to have brought you such good news.” + </p> + <p> + Once more the normal aspect of the situation began to reimpose itself upon + the two women. They remembered the locked door, the secrecy of their + visitor's entrance, and his disordered condition. + </p> + <p> + “May I ask to whom we are indebted for this great service?” Philippa + enquired. + </p> + <p> + “My name for the present is Hamar Lessingham,” was the suave reply. + </p> + <p> + “For the present?” Philippa repeated. “You have perhaps, some explanations + to make,” she went on, with some hesitation; “the condition of your + clothes, your somewhat curious form of entrance?” + </p> + <p> + “With your permission.” + </p> + <p> + “One moment,” Helen intervened eagerly. “Is it possible, Mr. Lessingham, + that you have seen Major Felstead lately?” + </p> + <p> + “A matter of fifty-six hours ago, Miss Fairclough. I am happy to tell you + that he was looking, under the circumstances, quite reasonably well.” + </p> + <p> + Helen caught up a photograph from the table by her side, and came over to + their visitor's side. + </p> + <p> + “This was taken just before he went out the first time,” she continued. + “Is he anything like that now?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hamar Lessingham sighed and shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “You must expect,” he warned her, “that prison and hospital have had their + effect upon him. He was gaining strength every day, however, when I left.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa held out her hand. She had been looking curiously at their + visitor. + </p> + <p> + “Helen, dear, afterwards we will get Mr. Lessingham to talk to us about + Dick,” she insisted. “First there are some questions which I must ask.” + </p> + <p> + He bowed slightly and drew himself up. For a moment it seemed as though + they were entering upon a duel—the slight, beautiful woman and the + man in rags. + </p> + <p> + “Just now,” she began, “you told us that you saw Major Felstead, my + brother, fifty-six hours ago.” + </p> + <p> + “That is so,” he assented. + </p> + <p> + “But it is impossible!” she pointed out. “My brother is a prisoner of war + in Germany.” + </p> + <p> + “Precisely,” he replied, “and not, I am afraid, under the happiest + conditions, he has been unfortunate in his camp. Let us talk about him, + shall we?” + </p> + <p> + “Are you mad,” Helen demanded, “or are you trying to confuse us?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear young lady!” he protested. “Why suppose such a thing? I was + flattering myself that my conversation and deportment were, under the + circumstances, perfectly rational.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are talking nonsense,” Philippa insisted. “You say that you saw + Major Felstead fifty-six hours ago. You cannot mean us to believe that + fifty-six hours ago you were at Wittenberg.” + </p> + <p> + “That is precisely what I have been trying to tell you,” he agreed. + </p> + <p> + “But it isn't possible!” Helen gasped. + </p> + <p> + “Quite, I assure you,” he continued; “in fact, we should have been here + before but for a little uncertainty as to your armaments along the coast. + There was a gun, we were told, somewhere near here, which we were credibly + informed had once been fired without the slightest accident.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's eyes seemed to grow larger and rounder. + </p> + <p> + “He's raving!” she decided. + </p> + <p> + “He isn't!” Helen cried, with sudden divination. “Is that your hat?” she + asked, pointing to the table where Nora had left her trophy. + </p> + <p> + “It is,” he admitted with a smile, “but I do not think that I will claim + it.” + </p> + <p> + “You were in the observation car of that Zeppelin!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham extended his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Softly, please,” he begged. “You have, I gather, arrived at the truth, + but for the moment shall it be our secret? I made an exceedingly + uncomfortable, not to say undignified descent from the Zeppelin which + passed over Dutchman's Common last night.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” Philippa cried, “you are a German!” + </p> + <p> + “My dear lady, I have escaped that misfortune,” Lessingham confessed. “Do + you think that none other than Germans ride in Zeppelins?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <p> + A new tenseness seemed to have crept into the situation. The conversation, + never without its emotional tendencies, at once changed its character. + Philippa, cold and reserved, with a threat lurking all the time in her + tone and manner, became its guiding spirit. + </p> + <p> + “We may enquire your name?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I am the Baron Maderstrom,” was the prompt reply. “For the purpose of my + brief residence in this country, however, I fancy that the name of Mr. + Hamar Lessingham might provoke less comment.” + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom,” Philippa repeated. “You were at Magdalen with my brother.” + </p> + <p> + “For three terms,” he assented. + </p> + <p> + “You have visited at Wood Norton. It was only an accident, then, that I + did not meet you.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true,” he answered, with a bow. “I received the most charming + hospitality there from your father and mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, you are the friend,” Helen exclaimed, suddenly seizing his hands, + “of whom Dick speaks in his letter!” + </p> + <p> + “It has been my great privilege to have been of service to Major + Felstead,” was the grave admission. “He and I, during our college days, + were more than ordinarily intimate. I saw his name in one of the lists of + prisoners, and I went at once to Wittenberg.” + </p> + <p> + A fresh flood of questions was upon Helen's lips, but Philippa brushed her + away. + </p> + <p> + “Please let me speak,” she said. “You have brought us these letters from + Richard, for which we offer you our heartfelt thanks, but you did not risk + your liberty, perhaps your life, to come here simply as his ambassador. + There is something beyond this in your visit to this country. You may be a + Swede, but is it not true that at the present moment you are in the + service of an enemy?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham bowed acquiescence. + </p> + <p> + “You are entirely right,” he murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Am I also right in concluding that you have some service to ask of us?” + </p> + <p> + “Your directness, dear lady, moves me to admiration,” Lessingham assured + her. “I am here to ask a trifling favour in return for those which I have + rendered and those which I may yet render to your brother.” + </p> + <p> + “And that favour?” + </p> + <p> + Their visitor looked down at his torn attire. + </p> + <p> + “A suit of your brother's clothes,” he replied, “and a room in which to + change. The disposal of these rags I may leave, I presume, to your + ingenuity.” + </p> + <p> + “Anything else?” + </p> + <p> + “It is my wish,” he continued, “to remain in this neighbourhood for a + short time—perhaps a fortnight and perhaps a month. I should value + your introduction to the hotel here, and the extension of such hospitality + as may seem fitting to you, under the circumstances.” + </p> + <p> + “As Mr. Hamar Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + “Beyond a doubt.” + </p> + <p> + There was a moment's silence. Philippa's face had become almost stony. She + took a step towards the telephone. Lessingham, however, held out his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Your purpose?” he enquired. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to ring up the Commandant here,” she told him, “and explain + your presence in this house.” + </p> + <p> + “An heroic impulse,” he observed, “but too impulsive.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall see,” she retorted. “Will you let me pass?” + </p> + <p> + His fingers restrained her as gently as possible. + </p> + <p> + “Let me make a reasonable appeal to both of you,” he suggested. “I am here + at your mercy. I promise you that under no circumstances will I attempt + any measure of violence. From any fear of that, I trust my name and my + friendship with your brother will be sufficient guarantee.” + </p> + <p> + “Continue, then,” Philippa assented. + </p> + <p> + “You will give me ten minutes in which to state my case,” he begged. + </p> + <p> + “We must!” Helen exclaimed. “We must, Philippa! Please!” + </p> + <p> + “You shall have your ten minutes,” Philippa conceded. + </p> + <p> + He abandoned his attitude of watchfulness and moved back on to the + hearth-rug, his hands behind him. He addressed himself to Philippa. It was + Philippa who had become his judge. + </p> + <p> + “I will claim nothing from you,” he began, “for the services which I have + rendered to Richard. Our friendship was a real thing, and, finding him in + such straits, I would gladly, under any circumstances, have done all that + I have done. I am well paid for this by the thanks which you have already + proffered me.” + </p> + <p> + “No thanks—nothing that we could do for you would be sufficient + recompense,” Helen declared energetically. + </p> + <p> + “Let me speak for a moment of the future,” he continued. “Supposing you + ring that telephone and hand me over to the authorities here? Well, that + will be the end of me, without a doubt. You will have done what seemed to + you to be the right thing, and I hope that that consciousness will sustain + you, for, believe me, though it may not be at my will, your brother's life + will most certainly answer for mine.” + </p> + <p> + There was a slight pause. A sob broke from Helen's throat. Even Philippa's + lip quivered. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me,” he went on, “if that sounds like a threat. It was not so + meant. It is the simple truth. Let me hurry on to the future. I ask so + little of you. It is my duty to live in this spot for one month. What harm + can I do? You have no great concentration of soldiers here, no docks, no + fortifications, no industry. And in return for the slight service of + allowing me to remain here unmolested, I pledge my word that Richard shall + be set at liberty and shall be here with you within two months.” + </p> + <p> + Helen's face was transformed, her eyes glowed, her lips were parted with + eagerness. She turned towards Philippa, her expression, her whole attitude + an epitome of eloquent pleading. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa, you will not hesitate? You cannot?” + </p> + <p> + “I must,” Philippa answered, struggling with her agitation. “I love Dick + more dearly than anything else on earth, but just now, Helen, we have to + remember, before everything, that we are English women. We have to put our + human feelings behind us. We are learning every day to make sacrifices. + You, too, must learn, dear. My answer to you, Baron Maderstrom—or + Mr. Lessingham, as you choose to call yourself—is no.” + </p> + <p> + “Philippa, you are mad!” Helen exclaimed passionately. “Didn't I have to + realise all that you say when I let Dick go, cheerfully, the day after we + were engaged? Haven't I realised the duty of cheerfulness and sacrifice + through all these weary months? But there is a limit to these things, + Philippa, a sense of proportion which must be taken into account. It's + Dick's life which is in the balance against some intangible thing, nothing + that we could ever reproach ourselves with, nothing that could bring real + harm upon any one. Oh, I love my country, too, but I want Dick! I should + feel like his murderess all my life, if I didn't consent!” + </p> + <p> + “It occurs to me,” Lessingham remarked, turning towards Philippa, “that + Miss Fairclough's point of view is one to be considered.” + </p> + <p> + “Doesn't all that Miss Fairclough has said apply to me?” Philippa + demanded, with a little break in her voice. “Richard is my twin brother, + he is the dearest thing in life to me. Can't you realise, though, that + what you ask of us is treason?” + </p> + <p> + “It really doesn't amount to that,” Lessingham assured her. “In my own + heart I feel convinced that I have come here on a fool's errand. No object + that I could possibly attain in this neighbourhood is worth the life of a + man like Richard Felstead.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he's right!” Helen exclaimed. “Think, Philippa! What is there here + which the whole world might not know? There are no secrets in Dreymarsh. + We are miles away from everywhere. For my sake, Philippa, I implore you + not to be unreasonable.” + </p> + <p> + “In plain words,” Lessingham intervened, “do not be quixotic, Lady + Cranston. There is just an idea on one side, your brother's life on the + other. You see, the scales do not balance.” + </p> + <p> + “Can't you realise, though,” Philippa answered, “what that idea means? It + is part of one's soul that one gives when one departs from a principle.” + </p> + <p> + “What are principles against love?” Helen demanded, almost fiercely. “A + sister may prate about them, Philippa. A wife couldn't. I'd sacrifice + every principle I ever had, every scrap of self-respect, myself and all + that belongs to me, to save Dick's life!” + </p> + <p> + There was a brief, throbbing silence. Helen was feverishly clutching + Philippa's hand. Lessingham's eyes were fixed upon the tortured face into + which he gazed. There were no women like this in his own country. + </p> + <p> + “Dear lady,” he said, and for the first time his own voice shook, “I + abandon my arguments. I beg you to act as you think best for your own + future happiness. The chances of life or death are not great things for + either men like your brother or for me. I would not purchase my end, nor + he his life, at the expense of your suffering. You see, I stand on one + side. The telephone is there for your use.” + </p> + <p> + “You shan't use it!” Helen cried passionately. “Phillipa, you shan't!” + </p> + <p> + Philippa turned towards her, and all the stubborn pride had gone out of + her face. Her great eyes were misty with tears, her mouth was twitching + with emotion. She threw her arms around Helen's neck. + </p> + <p> + “My dear, I can't! I can't!” she sobbed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <p> + Philippa's breakdown was only momentary. With a few brusque words she + brought the other two down to the level of her newly recovered equanimity. + </p> + <p> + “To be practical,” she began, “we have no time to lose. I will go and get + a suit of Dick's clothes, and, Helen, you had better take Mr. Lessingham + into the gun room. Afterwards, perhaps you will have time to ring up the + hotel.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham took a quick step towards her,—almost as though he were + about to make some impetuous withdrawal. Philippa turned and met his + almost pleading gaze. Perhaps she read there his instinct of + self-abnegation. + </p> + <p> + “I am in command of the situation,” she continued, a little more lightly. + “Every one must please obey me. I shan't be more than five minutes.” + </p> + <p> + She left the room, waving back Lessingham's attempt to open the door for + her. He stood for a moment looking at the place where she had vanished. + Then he turned round. + </p> + <p> + “Major Felstead's description,” he said quietly, “did not do his sister + justice.” + </p> + <p> + “Philippa is a dear,” Helen declared enthusiastically. “Just for a moment, + though, I was terrified. She has a wonderful will.” + </p> + <p> + “How long has she been married?” + </p> + <p> + “About six years.” + </p> + <p> + “Are there—any children?” + </p> + <p> + Helen shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Henry had a daughter by his first wife, who lives with us.” + </p> + <p> + “Six years!” Lessingham repeated. “Why, she seems no more than a child. + Sir Henry must be a great deal her senior.” + </p> + <p> + “Sixteen years,” Helen told him. “Philippa is twenty-nine. And now, don't + be inquisitive any more, please, and come with me. I want to show you + where to change your clothes.” + </p> + <p> + She opened a door on the other side of the room, and pointed to a small + apartment across the passage. + </p> + <p> + “If you'll wait in there,” she begged, “I'll bring the clothes to you + directly they come. I am going to telephone now.” + </p> + <p> + “So many thanks,” he answered. “I should like a pleasant bedroom and + sitting room, and a bathroom if possible. My luggage you will find already + there. A friend in London has seen to that.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him curiously. + </p> + <p> + “You are very thorough, aren't you?” she remarked. + </p> + <p> + “The people of the country whom it is my destiny to serve all are,” he + replied. “One weak link, you know, may sometimes spoil the mightiest + chain.” + </p> + <p> + She closed the door and took up the telephone. + </p> + <p> + “Number three, please,” she began. “Are you the hotel? The manager? Good! + I am speaking for Lady Cranston. She wishes a sitting-room, bedroom and + bath-room reserved for a friend of ours who is arriving to-day—a Mr. + Hamar Lessingham. You have his luggage already, I believe. Please do the + best you can for him.—Certainly.—Thank you very much.” + </p> + <p> + She set down the receiver. The door was quickly opened and shut. Philippa + reappeared, carrying an armful of clothes. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you've brought his grey suit,” Helen cried in dismay, “the one he + looks so well in!” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be an idiot,” Philippa scoffed. “I had to bring the first I could + find. Take them in to Mr. Lessingham, and for heaven's sake see that he + hurries! Henry's train is due, and he may be here at any moment.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell him,” Helen promised. “I'll smuggle him out of the back way, if + you like.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa laughed a little drearily. + </p> + <p> + “A nice start that would be, if any one ever traced his arrival!” she + observed. “No, we must try and get him away before Henry comes, but, if + the worst comes to the worst, we'll have him in and introduce him. Henry + isn't likely to notice anything,” she added, a little bitterly. + </p> + <p> + Helen disappeared with the clothes and returned almost immediately, + Philippa was sitting in her old position by the fire. + </p> + <p> + “You're not worrying about this, dear, are you?” the former asked + anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” Philippa replied, without turning her head. “I don't know + what may come of it, Helen. I have a queer sort of feeling about that + man.” + </p> + <p> + Helen sighed. “I suppose,” she confessed, “I am the narrowest person on + earth. I can think of one thing, and one thing only. If Mr. Lessingham + keeps his word, Dick will be here perhaps in a month, perhaps six weeks—certainly + soon!” + </p> + <p> + “He will keep his word,” Philippa said quietly. “He is that sort of man.” + </p> + <p> + The door on the other side of the room was softly opened. Lessingham's + head appeared. + </p> + <p> + “Could I have a necktie?” he asked diffidently. Philippa stretched out her + hand and took one from the basket by her side. + </p> + <p> + “Better give him this,” she said, handing it over to Helen. “It is one of + Henry's which I was mending.—Stop!” + </p> + <p> + She put up her finger. They all listened. + </p> + <p> + “The car!” Philippa exclaimed, rising hastily to her feet. “That is Henry! + Go out with Mr. Lessingham, Helen,” she continued, “and wait until he is + ready. Don't forget that he is an ordinary caller, and bring him in + presently.” + </p> + <p> + Helen nodded understandingly and hurried out. + </p> + <p> + Philippa moved a few steps towards the other door. In a moment it was + thrown open. Nora appeared, with her arm through her father's. + </p> + <p> + “I went to meet him, Mummy,” she explained. “No uniform—isn't it a + shame!” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry patted her cheek and turned to greet his wife. There was a + shadow upon his bronzed, handsome face as he watched her rather hesitating + approach. + </p> + <p> + “Sorry I couldn't catch your train, Phil,” he told her. “I had to make a + call in the city so I came down from Liverpool Street. Any luck?” + </p> + <p> + She held his hands, resisting for the moment his proffered embrace. + </p> + <p> + “Henry,” she said earnestly, “do you know I am so much more anxious to + hear your news.” + </p> + <p> + “Mine will keep,” he replied. “What about Richard?” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “I spent the whole of my time making enquiries,” she sighed, “and every + one was fruitless. I failed to get the least satisfaction from any one at + the War Office. They know nothing, have heard nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm ever so sorry to hear it,” Sir Henry declared sympathetically. “You + mustn't worry too much, though, dear. Where's Helen?” + </p> + <p> + “She is in the gun room with a caller.” + </p> + <p> + “With a caller?” Nora exclaimed. “Is it any one from the Depot? I must go + and see.” + </p> + <p> + “You needn't trouble,” her stepmother replied. “Here they are, coming in.” + </p> + <p> + The door on the opposite side of the room was suddenly opened, and Hamar + Lessingham and Helen entered together. Lessingham was entirely at his + ease,—their conversation, indeed, seemed almost engrossing. He came + at once across the room on realising Sir Henry's presence. + </p> + <p> + “This is Mr. Hamar Lessingham—my husband,” Philippa said. “Mr. + Lessingham was at college with Dick, Henry, so of course Helen and he have + been indulging in all sorts of reminiscences.” + </p> + <p> + The two men shook hands. + </p> + <p> + “I found time also to examine your Leech prints,” Lessingham remarked. + “You have some very admirable examples.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite a hobby of mine in my younger days,” Sir Henry admitted. “One or + two of them are very good, I believe. Are you staying in these parts long, + Mr. Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps for a week or two,” was the somewhat indifferent reply. “I am + told that this is the most wonderful air in the world, so I have come down + here to pull up again after a slight illness.” + </p> + <p> + “A dreary spot just now,” Sir Henry observed, “but the air's all right. + Are you a sea-fisherman, by any chance, Mr. Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + “I have done a little of it,” the visitor confessed. Sir Henry's face lit + up. He drew from his pocket a small, brown paper parcel. + </p> + <p> + “I don't mind telling you,” he confided as he cut the string, “that I + don't think there's another sport like it in the world. I have tried most + of them, too. When I was a boy I was all for shooting, perhaps because I + could never get enough. Then I had a season or two at Melton, though I was + never much of a horseman. But for real, unadulterated excitement, for + sport that licks everything else into a cocked hat, give me a strong sea + rod, a couple of traces, just enough sea to keep on the bottom all the + time, and the codling biting. Look here, did you ever see a mackerel + spinner like that?” he added, drawing one out of the parcel which he had + untied. “Look at it, all of you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham took it gingerly in his fingers. Philippa, a little + ostentatiously, turned her back upon the two men and took up a newspaper. + </p> + <p> + “Lady Cranston does not sympathize with my interest in any sort of sport + just now,” Sir Henry explained good-humouredly. “All the same I argue that + one must keep one's mind occupied somehow or other.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite right, Dad!” Nora agreed. “We must carry on, as the Colonel says. + All the same, I did hope you'd come down in a new naval uniform, with lots + of gold braid on your sleeve. I think they might have made you an admiral, + Daddy, you'd look so nice on the bridge.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid,” her father replied, with his eyes glued upon the spinner + which Lessingham was holding, “that that is a consideration which didn't + seem to weigh with them much. Look at the glitter of it,” he went on, + taking up another of the spinners. “You see, it's got a double swivel, and + they guarantee six hundred revolutions a minute.” + </p> + <p> + “I must plead ignorance,” Lessingham regretted, “of everything connected + with mackerel spinning.” + </p> + <p> + “It's fine sport for a change,” Sir Henry declared. “The only thing is + that if you strike a shoal one gets tired of hauling the beggars in. + By-the-by, has Jimmy been up for me, Philippa? Have you heard whether + there are any mackerel in?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa raised her eyebrows. + </p> + <p> + “Mackerel!” she repeated sarcastically. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any objection to the fish, dear?” Sir Henry enquired blandly. + </p> + <p> + Philippa made no reply. Her husband frowned and turned towards Lessingham. + </p> + <p> + “You see,” he complained a little irritably, “my wife doesn't approve of + my taking an interest even in fishing while the war's on, but, hang it + all, what are you to do when you reach my age? Thinks I ought to be a + special constable, don't you, Philippa?” + </p> + <p> + “Need we discuss this before Mr. Lessingham?” she asked, without looking + up from her paper. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham promptly prepared to take his departure. + </p> + <p> + “See something more of you, I hope,” Sir Henry remarked hospitably, as he + conducted his guest to the door. “Where are you staying here?” + </p> + <p> + “At the hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “Which?” + </p> + <p> + “I did not understand that there was more than one,” Lessingham replied. + “I simply wrote to The Hotel, Dreymarsh.” + </p> + <p> + “There is only one hotel open, of course, Mr. Lessingham,” Philippa + observed, turning towards him. “Why do you ask such an absurd question, + Henry? The 'Grand' is full of soldiers. Come and see us whenever you feel + inclined, Mr. Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall certainly take advantage of your permission, Lady Cranston,” were + the farewell words of this unusual visitor as he bowed himself out. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry moved to the sideboard and helped himself to a whisky and soda. + Philippa laid down her newspaper and watched him as though waiting + patiently for his return. Helen and Nora had already obeyed the summons of + the dressing bell. + </p> + <p> + “Henry, I want to hear your news,” she insisted. He threw himself into an + easy-chair and turned over the contents of Philippa's workbasket. + </p> + <p> + “Where's that tie of mine you were mending?” he asked. “Is it finished + yet?” + </p> + <p> + “It is upstairs somewhere,” she replied. “No, I have not finished it. Why + do you ask? You have plenty, haven't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Drawers full,” he admitted cheerfully. “Half of them I can never wear, + though. I like that black and white fellow. Your friend Lessingham was + wearing one exactly like it.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn't exactly an uncommon pattern,” Philippa reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “Seems to have the family taste in clothes,” Sir Henry continued, stroking + his chin. “That grey tweed suit of his was exactly the same pattern as the + suit Richard was wearing, the last time I saw him in mufti.” + </p> + <p> + “They probably go to the same tailor,” Philippa remarked equably. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry abandoned the subject. He was once more engrossed in an + examination of the mackerel spinners. + </p> + <p> + “You didn't answer my question about Jimmy Dumble,” he ventured presently. + </p> + <p> + Philippa turned and looked at him. Her eyes were usually very sweet and + soft and her mouth delightful. Just at that moment, however, there were + new and very firm lines in her face. + </p> + <p> + “Henry,” she said sternly, “you are purposely fencing with me. Mr. + Lessingham's taste in clothes, or Jimmy Dumble's comings and goings, are + not what I want to hear or talk about. You went to London, unwillingly + enough, to keep your promise to me. I want to know whether you have + succeeded in getting anything from the Admiralty?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing but the cold shoulder, my dear,” he answered with a little + chuckle. + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to say that they offered you nothing at all?” she persisted. + “You may have been out of the service too long for them to start you with + a modern ship, but surely they could have given you an auxiliary cruiser, + or a secondary command of some sort?” + </p> + <p> + “They didn't even offer me a washtub, dear,” he confessed. “My name's on a + list, they said—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that list!” Philippa interrupted angrily. “Henry, I really can't bear + it. Couldn't they find you anything on land?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear girl,” he replied a little testily, “what sort of a figure should + I cut in an office! No one can read my writing, and I couldn't add up a + column of figures to save my life. What is it?” he added, as the door + opened, and Mills made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + “Dumble is here to see you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Show him in at once,” his master directed with alacrity. “Come in, + Jimmy,” he went on, raising his voice. “I've got something to show you + here.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's lips were drawn a little closer together. She swept past her + husband on her way to the door. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will be so good,” she said, looking back, “as to spare me half + an hour of your valuable time this evening. This is a subject which I must + discuss with you further at once.” + </p> + <p> + “As urgent as all that, eh?” Sir Henry replied, stopping to light a + cigarette. “Righto! You can have the whole of my evening, dear, with the + greatest of pleasure.—Now then, Jimmy!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <p> + Jimmy Dumble possessed a very red face and an extraordinary capacity for + silence. He stood a yard or two inside the room, twirling his hat in his + hand. Sir Henry, after the closing of the door, did not for a moment + address his visitor. There was a subtle but unmistakable change in his + appearance as he stood with his hands in his pockets, and a frown on his + forehead, whistling softly to himself, his eyes fixed upon the door + through which his wife had vanished. He swung round at last towards the + telephone. + </p> + <p> + “Stand by for a moment, Jimmy, will you?” he directed. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, aye, sir!” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry took up the receiver. He dropped his voice a little, although it + was none the less distinct. + </p> + <p> + “Number one—police-station, please.—Hullo there! The inspector + about?—That you, Inspector?—Sir Henry Cranston speaking. Could + you just step round?—Good! Tell them to show you straight into the + library. You might just drop a hint to Mills about the lights, eh? Thank + you.” + </p> + <p> + He laid down the receiver and turned towards the fisherman. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Jimmy,” he enquired, “all serene down in the village, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as I've seen or heard, sir, there ain't been a word spoke as + shouldn't be.” + </p> + <p> + “A lazy lot they are,” Sir Henry observed. + </p> + <p> + “They don't look far beyond the end of their noses.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe it's as well for us, sir, as they don't,” was the cautious reply. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry strolled to the further end of the room. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you are right, Jimmy,” he admitted. + </p> + <p> + “That fellow Ben Oates seems to be the only one with ideas.” + </p> + <p> + “He don't keep sober long enough to give us any trouble,” Dumble declared. + “He began asking me questions a few days ago, and I know he put Grice's + lad on to find out which way we went last Saturday week, but that don't + amount to anything. He was dead drunk for three days afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry nodded. + </p> + <p> + “I'm not very frightened of Ben Oates, Jimmy,” he confided, as he threw + open the door of a large cabinet which stood against the further wall. “No + strangers about, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a sign of one, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry glanced towards the door and listened. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I just give the key a turn, sir?” his visitor asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think it is necessary,” Sir Henry replied. “They've all gone up + to change. Now listen to me, Jimmy.” + </p> + <p> + He leaned forward and touched a spring. The false back of the cabinet, + with its little array of flies, spinners, fishing hooks and tackle, slowly + rolled back. Before them stood a huge chart, wonderfully executed in red, + white and yellow. + </p> + <p> + “That's a marvellous piece of work, sir,” the fisherman observed + admiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Best thing I ever did in my life,” Sir Henry agreed. “Now see here, + Jimmy. We'll sail out tomorrow, or take the motor boat, according to the + wind. We'll enter Langley Shallows there and pass Dead Man's Rock on the + left side of the waterway, and keep straight on until we get Budden Wood + on the church tower. You follow me?” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, aye, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “We make for the headland from there. You see, we shall be outside the + Gidney Shallows, and number twelve will pick us up. Put all the fishing + tackle in the boat, and don't forget the bait. We must never lose sight of + the fact, Jimmy, that the main object of our lives is to catch fish.” + </p> + <p> + “That's right, sir,” was the hearty assent. + </p> + <p> + “We'll be off at seven o'clock sharp, then,” Sir Henry decided. + </p> + <p> + “The tide'll be on the flow by that time,” Jimmy observed, “and we'll get + off from the staith breakwater. That do be a fine piece of work and no + mistake,” he added, as the false back of the cabinet glided slowly to its + place. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry chuckled. + </p> + <p> + “It's nothing to the one I've got on number twelve, Jimmy,” he said. “I've + got the seaweed on that, pretty well. You'll take a drop of whisky on your + way out?” he added. “Mills will look after you.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you kindly, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Mills answered the bell with some concern in his face. + </p> + <p> + “The inspector is here to see you, sir,” he announced. “He did mention + something about the lights. I'm sure we've all been most careful. Even her + ladyship has only used a candle in her bedroom.” + </p> + <p> + “Show the inspector in,” Sir Henry directed, “and I'll hear what he has to + say. And give Dumble some whisky as he goes out, and a cigar.” + </p> + <p> + “Wishing you good night, sir,” the latter said, as he followed Mills. + “I'll be punctual in the morning. Looks to me as though we might have good + sport.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll hope for it, anyway, Jimmy,” his employer replied cheerfully. “Come + in, Inspector.” + </p> + <p> + The inspector, a tall, broad-shouldered man, saluted and stood at + attention. Sir Henry nodded affably and glanced towards the door. He + remained silent until Mills and Dumble had disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “Glad I happened to catch you, Inspector,” he observed, sitting on the + edge of the table and helping himself to another cigarette. “Any fresh + arrivals?” + </p> + <p> + “None, sir,” the man reported, “of any consequence that I can see. There + are two more young officers for the Depot, and the young lady for the + Grange, and Mr. and Mrs. Silvester returned home last night. There was a + commercial traveller came in the first train this morning, but he went on + during the afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Hm! What about a Mr. Lessingham—a Mr. Hamar Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't heard of him, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you had the registration papers down from the hotel yet?” + </p> + <p> + “Not this evening, sir. I met the Midland and Great Northern train in + myself. Her ladyship was the only passenger to alight here.” + </p> + <p> + “And I came the other way myself,” Sir Henry reflected. + </p> + <p> + “Now you come to mention the matter, sir,” the inspector continued, “I was + up at the hotel this afternoon, and I saw some luggage about addressed to + a name somewhat similar to that.” + </p> + <p> + “Probably sent on in advance, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “There could be no other way, sir,” the inspector replied, “unless the + registration paper has been mislaid. I'll step up to the hotel this + evening and make sure.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll oblige me very much, if you will. By Jove,” Sir Henry added, + looking towards the door, “I'd no idea it was so late!” + </p> + <p> + Philippa, who had changed her travelling dress for a plain black net gown, + was standing in the doorway. She looked at the inspector, and for a moment + the little colour which she had seemed to disappear. + </p> + <p> + “Is anything the matter?” she asked breathlessly. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing in the world, my dear,” her husband assured her. “I am + frightfully sorry I'm so late. Jimmy stayed some time, and then the + inspector here looked in about our lights. Just a little more care in this + room at night, he thinks. We'll see to it, Inspector.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very much obliged, sir,” the man replied. “Sorry to be under the + necessity of mentioning it.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry opened the door. + </p> + <p> + “You'll find your own way out, won't you?” he begged. “I'm a little late.” + </p> + <p> + The inspector saluted and withdrew. Sir Henry glanced round. + </p> + <p> + “I won't be ten minutes, Philippa,” he promised. “I had no idea it was so + late.” + </p> + <p> + “Come here one moment, please,” she insisted. + </p> + <p> + He came back into the room and stood on the other side of the small table + near which she had paused. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, dear?” he enquired. “We are going to leave our talk till + after dinner, aren't we?” + </p> + <p> + She looked him in the face. There was an anxious light in her eyes, and + she was certainly not herself. “Of course! I only wanted to know—it + seemed to me that you broke off in what you were saying to the inspector, + as I came into the room. Are you sure that it was the lights he came + around about? There isn't anything else wrong, is there?” + </p> + <p> + “What else could there be?” he asked wonderingly. + </p> + <p> + “I have no idea,” she replied, with well-simulated indifference. “I was + only asking you whether there was anything else?” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing!” + </p> + <p> + She threw herself into an easy-chair and picked up a magazine. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” she said. “Do hurry, please. I have a new cook and she asked + particularly whether we were punctual people.” + </p> + <p> + “Six minutes will see me through it,” Sir Henry promised, making for the + door. “Come to think of it, I missed my lunch. I think I'll manage it in + five.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <p> + Sir Henry was in a pleasant and expansive humour that evening. The new + cook was an unqualified success, and he was conscious of having dined + exceedingly well. He sat in a comfortable easy-chair before a blazing wood + fire, he had just lit one of his favourite brand of cigarettes, and his + wife, whom he adored, was seated only a few feet away. + </p> + <p> + “Quite a remarkable change in Helen,” he observed. “She was in the depths + of depression when I went away, and to-night she seems positively + cheerful.” + </p> + <p> + “Helen varies a great deal,” Philippa reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “Still, to-night, I must say, I should have expected to have found her + more depressed than ever,” Sir Henry went on. “She hoped so much from your + trip to London, and you apparently accomplished nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing at all.” + </p> + <p> + “And you have had no letters?” + </p> + <p> + “None.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Helen's high spirits, I suppose, are only part of woman's natural + inconsistency.—Philippa, dear!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes?” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to be at home. I am glad to see you sitting there. I know you + are nursing up something, some little thunderbolt to launch at me. Won't + you launch it and let's get it over?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa laid down the book which she had been reading, and turned to face + her husband. He made a little grimace. + </p> + <p> + “Don't look so severe,” he begged. “You frighten me before you begin.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry,” she said, “but my face probably reflects my feelings. I am + hurt and grieved and disappointed in you, Henry.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a good start, anyway,” he groaned. + </p> + <p> + “We have been married six years,” Philippa went on, “and I admit at once + that I have been very happy. Then the war came. You know quite well, + Henry, that especially at that time I was very, very fond of you, yet it + never occurred to me for a moment but that, like every other woman, I + should have to lose my husband for a time.—Stop, please,” she + insisted, as he showed signs of interrupting. “I know quite well that it + was through my persuasions you retired so early, but in those days there + was no thought of war, and I always had it in my mind that if trouble came + you would find your way back to where you belonged.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear child, that is all very well,” Sir Henry protested, “but + it's not so easy to get back again. You know very well that I went up to + the Admiralty and offered my services, directly the war started.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and what happened?” Philippa demanded. “You were, in a measure, + shelved. You were put on a list and told that you would hear from them—a + sort of Micawber-like situation with which you were perfectly satisfied. + Then you took that moor up in Scotland and disappeared for nearly six + months.” + </p> + <p> + “I was supplying the starving population with food,” he reminded her + genially. “We sent about four hundred brace of grouse to market, not to + speak of the salmon. We had some very fair golf, too, some of the time.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I have not troubled to keep any exact account of your diversions!” + Philippa said scornfully. “Sometimes,” she continued, “I wonder whether + you are quite responsible, Henry. How you can even talk of these things + when every man of your age and strength is fighting one way or another for + his country, seems marvellous to me. Do you realise that we are fighting + for our very existence? Do you realise that my own father, who is fifteen + years older than you, is in the firing line? This is a small place, of + course, but there isn't a man left in it of your age, with your physique, + who has had the slightest experience in either service, who isn't doing + something.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't do more than send in applications,” he grumbled. “Be reasonable, + my dear Philippa. It isn't the easiest thing in the world to find a job + for a sailor who has been out of it as long as I have.” + </p> + <p> + “So you say, but when they ask me what you are doing, as they all did in + London this time, and I reply that you can't get a job, there is generally + a polite little silence. No one believes it. I don't believe it.” + </p> + <p> + “Philippa!” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry turned in his chair. His cigar was burning now idly between his + fingers. His heavy eyebrows were drawn together. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't,” she reiterated. “You can be angry, if you will—in + fact I think I should prefer you to be angry. You take no pains at the + Admiralty. You just go there and come away again, once a year or something + like that. Why, if I were you, I wouldn't leave the place until they'd + found me something—indoors or outdoors, what does it matter so long + as your hand is on the wheel and you are doing your little for your + country? But you—what do you care? You went to town to get a job—and + you come back with new mackerel spinners! You are off fishing to-morrow + morning with Jimmy Dumble. Somewhere up in the North Sea, to-day and + to-morrow and the next day, men are giving their lives for their country. + What do you care? You will sit there smoking your pipe and catching dabs!” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know you are almost offensive, Philippa?” her husband said + quietly. + </p> + <p> + “I want to be,” she retorted. “I should like you to feel that I am. In any + case, this will probably be the last conversation I shall hold with you on + the subject.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, thank God for that, anyway!” he observed, strolling to the + chimneypiece and selecting a pipe from a rack. “I think you've said about + enough.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't finished,” she told him ominously. + </p> + <p> + “Then for heaven's sake get on with it and let's have it over,” he begged. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you're impossible!” Philippa exclaimed bitterly. “Listen. I give you + one chance more. Tell me the truth? Is there anything in your health of + which I do not know? Is there any possible explanation of your + extraordinary behaviour which, for some reason or other, you have kept to + yourself? Give me your whole confidence.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry, for a moment, was serious enough. He stood looking down at her + a little wistfully. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” he told her, “I have nothing to say except this. You are my + very precious wife. I have loved you and trusted you since the day of our + marriage. I am content to go on loving and trusting you, even though + things should come under my notice which I do not understand. Can't you + accept me the same way?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa, momentarily uneasy, was nevertheless rebellious. + </p> + <p> + “Accept you the same way? How can I! There is nothing in my life to + compare in any way with the tragedy of your—” + </p> + <p> + She paused, as though unwilling to finish the sentence. He waited + patiently, however, for her to proceed. + </p> + <p> + “Of my what?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa compromised. + </p> + <p> + “Lethargy,” she pronounced triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + “An excellent word,” he murmured. + </p> + <p> + “It is too mild a one, but you are my husband,” she remarked. + </p> + <p> + “That reminds me,” he said quietly. “You are my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” she admitted, “but I am also a woman, and there are limits to + my endurance. If you can give me no explanation of your behaviour, Henry, + if you really have no intention of changing it, then there is only one + course left open for me.” + </p> + <p> + “That sounds rather alarming—what is it?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + Philippa lifted her head a little. This was the pronouncement towards + which she had been leading. + </p> + <p> + “From to-day,” she declared, “I cease to be your wife.” + </p> + <p> + His fingers paused in the manipulation of the tobacco with which he was + filling his pipe. He turned and looked at her. + </p> + <p> + “You what?” + </p> + <p> + “I cease to be your wife.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you manage that?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Don't jest,” she begged. “It hurts me so. What I mean is surely plain + enough. I will continue to live under your roof if you wish it, or I am + perfectly willing to go back to Wood Norton. I will continue to bear your + name because I must, but the other ties between us are finished.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't mean this, Philippa,” he said gravely. + </p> + <p> + “But I do mean it,” she insisted. “I mean every word I have spoken. So far + as I am concerned, Henry, this is your last chance.” + </p> + <p> + There was a knock at the door. Mills entered with a note upon a salver. + Sir Henry took it up, glanced questioningly at his wife, and tore open the + envelope. + </p> + <p> + “There will be no answer, Mills,” he said. + </p> + <p> + The man withdrew. Sir Henry read the few lines thoughtfully:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Police-station, Dreymarsh + SIR, + + According to enquiries made I find that Mr. Hamar Lessingham + arrived at the Hotel this evening in time for dinner. His + luggage arrived by rail yesterday. It is presumed that he came + by motor-car, but there is no car in the garage, nor any mention + of one. His room was taken for him by Miss Fairclough, ringing + up for Lady Cranston about seven o'clock. + + Respectfully yours, + JOHN HAYLOCK. +</pre> + <p> + “Is your note of interest?” Philippa enquired. + </p> + <p> + “In a sense, yes,” he replied, thrusting it into his waistcoat pocket. “I + presume we can consider our late subject of conversation finished with?” + </p> + <p> + “I have nothing more to say,” she pronounced. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then,” her husband agreed, “let us select another topic. This + time, supposing I choose?” + </p> + <p> + “You are welcome.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us converse, then, about Mr. Hamar Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa had taken up her work. Her fingers ceased their labours, but she + did not look up. + </p> + <p> + “About Mr. Hamar Lessingham,” she repeated. “Rather a limited subject, I + am afraid.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so sure,” he said thoughtfully. “For instance, who is he?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no idea,” she replied. “Does it matter? He was at college with + Richard, and he has been a visitor at Wood Norton. That is all that we + know. Surely it is sufficient for us to offer him any reasonable + hospitality?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not disputing it,” Sir Henry assured her. “On the face of it, it + seems perfectly reasonable that you should be civil to him. On the other + hand, there are one or two rather curious points about his coming here + just now.” + </p> + <p> + “Really?” Philippa murmured indifferently, bending a little lower over her + work. + </p> + <p> + “In the first place,” her husband continued, “how did he arrive here?” + </p> + <p> + “For all I know,” she replied, “he may have walked.” + </p> + <p> + “A little unlikely. Still, he didn't come from London by either of the + evening trains, and it seems that you didn't take his rooms for him until + about seven o'clock, before which time he hadn't been to the hotel. So, + you see, one is driven to wonder how the mischief he did get here.” + </p> + <p> + “I took his rooms?” Philippa repeated, with a sudden little catch at her + heart. + </p> + <p> + “Some one from here rang up, didn't they?” Sir Henry went on carelessly. + “I gathered that we were introducing him at the hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you hear that?” she demanded. + </p> + <p> + He shrugged his shoulders, but avoided answering the question. + </p> + <p> + “I have no doubt,” he continued, “that the whole subject of Mr. Hamar + Lessingham is scarcely worth discussing. Yet he does seem to have arrived + here under a little halo of coincidence.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I have scarcely appreciated that,” Philippa remarked; “in + fact, his coming here has seemed to me the most ordinary thing in the + world. After all, although one scarcely remembers that since the war, this + is a health resort, and the man has been ill.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite right,” Sir Henry agreed. “You are not going to bed, dear?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa had folded up her work. She stood for a moment upon the + hearth-rug. The little hardness which had tightened her mouth had + disappeared, her eyes had softened. + </p> + <p> + “May I say just one word more,” she begged, “about our previous—our + only serious subject of conversation? I have tried my best since we were + married, Henry, to make you happy.” + </p> + <p> + “You know quite well,” he assured her, “that you have succeeded.” + </p> + <p> + “Grant me one favour, then,” she pleaded. “Give up your fishing expedition + to-morrow, go back to London by the first train and let me write to Lord + Rayton. I am sure he would do something for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course he'd do something!” Her husband groaned. “I should get a + censorship in Ireland, or a post as instructor at Portsmouth.” + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn't you rather take either of those than nothing?” she asked, “than + go on living the life you are living now?” + </p> + <p> + “To be perfectly frank with you, Philippa, I wouldn't,” he declared + bluntly. “What on earth use should I be in a land appointment? Why, no one + could read my writing, and my nautical science is entirely out of date. + Why a cadet at Osborne could floor me in no time.” + </p> + <p> + “You refuse to let me write, then?” she persisted. + </p> + <p> + “Absolutely.” + </p> + <p> + “You intend to go on that fishing expedition with Jimmy Dumble to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn't miss it for anything,” he confessed. + </p> + <p> + Philippa was suddenly white with anger. + </p> + <p> + “Henry, I've finished,” she declared, holding out her hand to keep him + away from her. “I've finished with you entirely. I would rather be married + to an enemy who was fighting honourably for his country than to you. What + I have said, I mean. Don't come near me. Don't try to touch me.” + </p> + <p> + She swept past him on her way to the door. + </p> + <p> + “Not even a good-night kiss?” he asked, stooping down. + </p> + <p> + She looked him in the eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I am not a child,” she said scornfully. + </p> + <p> + He closed the door after her. For a moment he remained as though undecided + whether to follow or not. His face had softened with her absence. Finally, + however, he turned away with a little shrug of the shoulders, threw + himself into his easy-chair and began to smoke furiously. + </p> + <p> + The telephone bell disturbed his reflection. He rose at once and took up + the receiver. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, this is 19, Dreymarsh. Trunk call? All right, I am here.” + </p> + <p> + He waited until another voice came to him faintly. + </p> + <p> + “Cranston?” + </p> + <p> + “Speaking.” + </p> + <p> + “That's right. The message is Odino Berry, you understand? O-d-i-n-o + b-e-r-r-y.” + </p> + <p> + “I've got it,” Sir Henry replied. “Good night!” He hung up the receiver, + crossed the room to his desk, unlocked one of the drawers, and produced a + black memorandum book, secured with a brass lock. He drew a key from his + watch chain, opened the book, and ran his fingers down the O's. + </p> + <p> + “Odino,” he muttered to himself. “Here it is: 'We have trustworthy + information from Berlin.' Now Berry.” He turned back. “'You are being + watched by an enemy secret service agent.'” + </p> + <p> + He relocked the cipher book and replaced it in the desk. Then he strolled + over to his easy-chair and helped himself to a whisky and soda from the + tray which Mills had just arranged upon the sideboard. + </p> + <p> + “We have trustworthy information from Berlin,” he repeated to himself, + “that you are being watched by an enemy secret service agent.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <p> + “Tell me, Mr. Lessingham,” Philippa insisted, “exactly what are you + thinking of? You looked so dark and mysterious from the ridge below that + I've climbed up on purpose to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham held out his hand to steady her. They were standing on a sharp + spur of the cliffs, the north wind blowing in their faces, thrashing into + little flecks of white foam the sea below, on which the twilight was + already resting. For a moment or two neither of them could speak. + </p> + <p> + “I was thinking of my country,” he confessed. “I was looking through the + shadows there, right across the North Sea.” + </p> + <p> + “To Germany?” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Further away—to Sweden.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot,” she murmured. “You looked as though you were posing for a + statue of some one in exile,” she observed. “Come, let us go a little + lower down—unless you want to stay here and be blown to pieces.” + </p> + <p> + “I was on my way back to the hotel,” he answered quickly, as he followed + her lead, “but to tell you the truth I was feeling a little lonely.” + </p> + <p> + “That,” she declared, “is your own fault. I asked you to come to Mainsail + Haul whenever you felt inclined.” + </p> + <p> + “As I have felt inclined ever since the evening I arrived,” he remarked + with a smile, “you might, perhaps, by this time have had a little too much + of me.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary,” she told him, “I quite expected you yesterday + afternoon, to tell me how you like the place and what you have been doing. + So you were thinking about—over there?” she added, moving her head + seawards. + </p> + <p> + “Over there absorbs a great deal of one's thoughts,” he confessed, “and + the rest of them have been playing me queer tricks.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I should like to hear about the first half,” she insisted. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” he replied, “there are times when even now this war seems + to me like an unreal thing, like something I have been reading about, some + wild imagining of Shelley or one of the unrestrainable poets. I can't + believe that millions of the flower of Germany's manhood and yours have + perished helplessly, hopelessly, cruelly. And France—poor decimated + France!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Germany started the war, you know,” she reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “Did she?” he answered. “I sometimes wonder. Even now I fancy, if the + official papers of every one of the nations lay side by side, with their + own case stated from their own point of view, even you might feel a little + confused about that. Still, I am going to be very honest with you. I think + myself that Germany wanted war.” + </p> + <p> + “There you are, then,” she declared triumphantly. “The whole thing is her + responsibility.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not quite go so far as that,” he protested. “You see, the world is + governed by great natural laws. As a snowball grows larger with rolling, + so it takes up more room. As a child grows out of its infant clothes, it + needs the vestments of a youth and then a man. And so with Germany. She + grew and grew until the country could not hold her children, until her + banks could not contain her money, until she stretched her arms out on + every side and felt herself stifled. Germany came late into the world and + found it parcelled out, but had she not a right to her place? She made + herself great. She needed space.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” Philippa observed, “you couldn't suppose that other nations were + going to give up what they had, just because she wanted their possessions, + could you?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not,” he admitted. “And yet, you see, the immutable law comes in + here. The stronger must possess—not only the stronger by arms, mind, + but by intellect, by learning, by proficiency in science, by + utilitarianism. The really cruel part, the part I was thinking of then, as + I looked out across the sea, is that this crude and miserable resort to + arms should be necessary.” + </p> + <p> + “If only Germans themselves were as broad-minded and reasonable as you,” + Philippa sighed, “one feels that there might be some hope for the future!” + </p> + <p> + “I am not alone,” he assured her, “but, you see, all over Germany there is + spread like a spider's web the lay religion of the citizen—devotion + to the Government, blind obedience to the Kaiser. Independent thought has + made Germany great in science, in political economy, in economics. But + independent thought is never turned towards her political destinies. Those + are shaped for her. For good or for evil her children have learnt + obedience.” + </p> + <p> + They were descending the hillside now. At their feet lay the little town, + black and silent. + </p> + <p> + “You have helped me to understand a little,” Philippa said. “You put + things so gently and yet so clearly. Now tell me, will you not, how it is + that you, who are a Swede by birth, are bearing arms for Germany?” + </p> + <p> + “That is very simple,” he confessed. “My mother was a German, and when she + died she bequeathed to me large estates in Bavaria, and a very + considerable fortune. These I could never have inherited unless I had + chosen to do my military service in Germany. My family is an impoverished + one, and I have brothers and sisters dependent upon me. Under the + circumstances, hesitation on my part was impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “But when the war came?” she queried. + </p> + <p> + He looked at her in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “What was there left for me then?” he demanded. “Naturally I heard nothing + but the voice of those whom I had sworn to obey. I was in that mad rush + through Belgium. I was wounded at Maubeuge, or else I should have followed + hard on the heels of that wonderful retreat of yours. As it was, I lay for + many months in hospital. I joined again—shall I confess it?—almost + unwillingly. The bloodthirstiness of it all sickened me. I fought at + Ypres, but I think that it was something of the courage of despair, of + black misery. I was wounded again and decorated. I suppose I shall never + be fit for the front again. I tried to turn to account some of my + knowledge of England and English life. Then they sent me here.” + </p> + <p> + “Here, of all places in the world!” Philippa repeated wonderingly. “Just + look at us! We have a single line of railway, a perfectly straightforward + system of roads, the ordinary number of soldiers being trained, no + mysteries, no industries—nothing. What terrible scheme are you at + work upon, Mr. Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + He smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Between you and me,” he confided, “I am not at all sure that I am not + here on a fool's errand—at least I thought so when I arrived.” + </p> + <p> + She glanced up at him. + </p> + <p> + “And why not now?” + </p> + <p> + He made no answer, but their eyes met and Philippa looked hurriedly away. + There was a moment's queer, strained silence. Before them loomed up the + outline of Mainsail Haul. + </p> + <p> + “You will come in and have some tea, won't you?” she invited. + </p> + <p> + “If I may. Believe me,” he added, “it has only been a certain diffidence + that has kept me away so long.” + </p> + <p> + She made no reply, and they entered the house together. They found Helen + and Nora, with three or four young men from the Depot, having tea in the + drawing-room. Lessingham slipped very easily into the pleasant little + circle. If a trifle subdued, his quiet manners, and a sense of humour + which every now and then displayed itself, were most attractive. + </p> + <p> + “Wish you'd come and dine with us and meet our colonel, sir,” Harrison + asked him. “He was at Magdalen a few years after Major Felstead, and I am + sure you'd find plenty to talk about.” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure that we should,” Lessingham replied. “May I come, + perhaps, towards the end of next week? I am making most strenuous efforts + to lead an absolutely quiet life here.” + </p> + <p> + “Whenever you like, sir. We sha'n't be able to show you anything very wild + in the way of dissipation. Vintage port and a decent cigar are the only + changes we can make for guests.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa drew her visitor on one side presently, and made him sit with her + in a distant corner of the room. + </p> + <p> + “I knew there was something I wanted to say to you,” she began, “but + somehow or other I forgot when I met you. My husband was very much struck + with Helen's improved spirits. Don't you think that we had better tell + him, when he returns, that we had heard from Major Felstead?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham agreed. + </p> + <p> + “Just let him think that your letters came by post in the ordinary way,” + he advised. “I shouldn't imagine, from what I have seen of your husband, + that he is a suspicious person, but it is just possible that he might have + associated them with me if you had mentioned them the other night. When is + he coming back?” + </p> + <p> + “I never know,” Philippa answered with a sigh. “Perhaps to-night, perhaps + in a week. It depends upon what sport he is having. You are not smoking.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham lit a cigarette. + </p> + <p> + “I find your husband,” he said quietly, “rather an interesting type. We + have no one like that in Germany. He almost puzzles me.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa glanced up to find her companion's dark eyes fixed upon her. + </p> + <p> + “There is very little about Henry that need puzzle any one,” she + complained bitterly. “He is just an overgrown, spoilt child, devoted to + amusements, and following his fancy wherever it leads him. Why do you look + at me, Mr. Lessingham, as though you thought I was keeping something back? + I am not, I can assure you.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I was wondering,” he confessed, “how you really felt towards a + husband whose outlook was so unnatural.” + </p> + <p> + She looked down at her intertwined fingers. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” she said softly, “I feel, somehow or other, although we + have known one another such a short time, as though we were friends, and + yet that is a question which I could not answer. A woman must always have + some secrets, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “A man may try sometimes to preserve his,” he sighed, “but a woman is + clever enough, as a rule, to dig them out.” + </p> + <p> + A faint tinge of colour stole into her cheeks. She welcomed Helen's + approach almost eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “A woman must first feel the will,” she murmured, without glancing at him. + “Helen, do you think we dare ask Mr. Lessingham to come and dine?” + </p> + <p> + “Please do not discourage such a delightful suggestion,” Lessingham begged + eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “I haven't the least idea of doing so,” Helen laughed, “so long as I may + have—say just ten minutes to talk about Dick.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a bargain,” he promised. + </p> + <p> + “We shall be quite alone,” Philippa warned him, “unless Henry arrives.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the great attraction of your invitation,” he confessed. + </p> + <p> + “At eight o'clock, then.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths to see your ladyship.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's fingers rested for a moment upon the keyboard of the piano + before which she was seated, awaiting Lessingham's arrival. Then she + glanced at the clock. It was ten minutes to eight. + </p> + <p> + “You can show him in, Mills, if he wishes to see me.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths was ushered into the room—awkward, unwieldly, + nervous as usual. He entered as though in a hurry, and there was nothing + in his manner to denote that he had spent the last few hours making up his + mind to this visit. + </p> + <p> + “I must apologise for this most untimely call, Lady Cranston,” he said, + watching the closing of the door. “I will not take up more than five + minutes of your time.” + </p> + <p> + “We are very pleased to see you at any time, Captain Griffiths,” Philippa + said hospitably. “Do sit down, please.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths bowed but remained standing. + </p> + <p> + “It is very near your dinner-time, I know, Lady Cranston,” he continued + apologetically. “The fact of it is, however, that as Commandant here it is + my duty to examine the bona fides of any strangers in the place. There is + a gentleman named Lessingham staying at the hotel, who I understand gave + your name as reference.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's eyes looked larger than ever, and her face more innocent, as + she gazed up at her visitor. + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course, Captain Griffiths,” she said. “Mr. Lessingham was at + college with my brother, and one of his best friends. He has shot down at + my father's place in Cheshire.” + </p> + <p> + “You are speaking of your brother, Major Felstead?” + </p> + <p> + “My only brother.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very much obliged to you, Lady Cranston,” Captain Griffiths + declared. “I can see that we need not worry any more about Mr. + Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa laughed. + </p> + <p> + “It seems rather old-fashioned to think of you having to worry about any + one down here,” she observed. “It really is a very harmless neighbourhood, + isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “There isn't much going on, certainly,” the Commandant admitted. “Very + dull the place seems at times.” + </p> + <p> + “Now be perfectly frank,” Philippa begged him. “Is there a single fact of + importance which could be learnt in this place, worth communicating to the + enemy? Is the danger of espionage here worth a moment's consideration?” + </p> + <p> + “That,” Captain Griffiths replied in somewhat stilted fashion, “is not a + question which I should be prepared to answer off-hand.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shrugged her shoulders and appealed almost feverishly to Helen, + who had just entered the room. + </p> + <p> + “Helen, do come and listen to Captain Griffiths! He is making me feel + quite creepy. There are secrets about, it seems, and he wants to know all + about Mr. Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + Helen smiled with complete self-possession. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we can set his mind at rest about Mr. Lessingham, can't we?” she + observed, as she shook hands. + </p> + <p> + “We can do more,” Philippa declared. “We can help him to judge for + himself. We are expecting Mr. Lessingham for dinner, Captain Griffiths. Do + stay.” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn't think of taking you by storm like this,” Captain Griffiths + replied, with a wistfulness which only made his voice sound hoarser and + more unpleasant. “It is most kind of you, Lady Cranston. Perhaps you will + give me another opportunity.” + </p> + <p> + “I sha'n't think of it,” Philippa insisted. “You must stay and dine + to-night. We shall be a partie carrĂe, for Nora goes to bed directly after + dinner. I am ringing the bell to tell Mills to set an extra place,” she + added. + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths abandoned himself to fate with a little shiver of + complacency. He welcomed Lessingham, who was presently announced, with + very much less than his usual reserve, and the dinner was in every way a + success. Towards its close, Philippa became a little thoughtful. She + glanced more than once at Lessingham, who was sitting by her side, almost + in admiration. His conversation, gay at times, always polished, was + interlarded continually with those little social reminiscences inevitable + amongst men moving in a certain circle of English society. Apparently + Richard Felstead was not the only one of his college friends with whom he + had kept in touch. The last remnants of Captain Griffiths' suspicions + seemed to vanish with their second glass of port, although his manner + became in no way more genial. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you think you are almost a little too daring?” Philippa asked her + favoured guest as he helped her afterwards to set out a bridge table. + </p> + <p> + “One adapts one's methods to one's adversary,” he murmured, with a smile, + “Your friend Captain Griffiths had only the very conventional suspicions. + The mention of a few good English names, acquaintance with the ordinary + English sports, is quite sufficient with a man like that.” + </p> + <p> + Helen and Griffiths were talking at the other end of the room. Philippa + raised her eyes to her companion's. + </p> + <p> + “You become more of a mystery than ever,” she declared. “You are making me + even curious. Tell me really why you have paid us this visit from the + clouds?” + </p> + <p> + She was sorry almost as soon as she had asked the question. For a moment + the calm insouciance of his manner seemed to have departed. His eyes + glowed. + </p> + <p> + “In search of new things,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “Guns? Fortifications?” + </p> + <p> + “Neither.” + </p> + <p> + A spirit of mischief possessed her. Lessingham's manner was baffling and + yet provocative. For a moment the political possibilities of his presence + faded away from her mind. She had an intense desire to break through his + reserve. + </p> + <p> + “Won't you tell me—why you came?” + </p> + <p> + “I could tell you more easily,” he answered in a low tone, “why it will be + the most miserable day of my life when I leave.” + </p> + <p> + She laughed at him with perfect heartiness. + </p> + <p> + “How delightful to be flirted with again!” she sighed. “And I thought all + German men were so heavy, and paid elaborate, underdone compliments. + Still, your secret, sir, please? That is what I want to know.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will have just a little patience!” he begged, leaning so close to + her that their heads almost touched, “I promise that I will not leave this + place before I tell it to you.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's eyes for the first time dropped before his. She knew perfectly + well what she ought to have done and she was singularly indisposed to do + it. It was a most piquant adventure, after all, and it almost helped her + to forget the trouble which had been sitting so heavily in her heart. + Still avoiding his eyes, she called the others. + </p> + <p> + “We are quite ready for bridge,” she announced. + </p> + <p> + They played four or five rubbers. Lessingham was by far the most expert + player, and he and Philippa in the end were the winners. The two men stood + together for a moment or two at the sideboard, helping themselves to + whisky and soda. Griffiths had become more taciturn than ever, and even + Philippa was forced to admit that the latter part of the evening had + scarcely been a success. + </p> + <p> + “Do you play club bridge in town, Mr. Lessingham?” Griffiths asked. + </p> + <p> + “Never,” was the calm reply. + </p> + <p> + “You are head and shoulders above our class down here.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good of you to say so,” Lessingham replied courteously. “I held good + cards to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” Griffiths went on, dropping his voice a little and keeping his + eyes fixed upon his companion, “what the German substitute for bridge is.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” Lessingham echoed. + </p> + <p> + “As a nation,” his questioner proceeded, “they probably don't waste as + much time on cards as we do.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham's interest in the subject appeared to be non-existent. He + strolled away from the sideboard towards Philippa. She, for her part, was + watching Captain Griffiths. + </p> + <p> + “So many thanks, Lady Cranston,” Lessingham murmured, “for your + hospitality.” + </p> + <p> + “And what about that secret?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “You see, there are two,” he answered, looking down at her. “One I shall + most surely tell you before I leave here, because it is the one secret + which no man has ever succeeded in keeping to himself. As for the other—” + </p> + <p> + He hesitated. There was something almost like pain in his face. She broke + in hastily. + </p> + <p> + “I did not call you away to ask about either. I happened to notice Captain + Griffiths just now. Do you know that he is watching you very closely?” + </p> + <p> + “I had an idea of it,” Lessingham admitted indifferently. “He is rather a + clumsy person, is he not?” + </p> + <p> + “You will be careful?” she begged earnestly. “Remember, won't you, that + Helen and I are really in a most disgraceful position if anything should + come out.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing shall,” he promised her. “I think you know, do you not, that, + whatever might happen to me, I should find some means to protect you.” + </p> + <p> + For the second time she felt a curious lack of will to fittingly reprove + his boldness. She had even to struggle to keep her tone as careless as her + words. + </p> + <p> + “You really are a delightful person!” she exclaimed. “How long is it since + you descended from the clouds?” + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes I think that I am there still,” he answered, “but I have known + you about seventy-six hours.” + </p> + <p> + “What precision?” she laughed. “It's a national characteristic, isn't it? + Captain Griffiths,” she continued, as she observed his approach, “if you + really must go, please take Mr. Lessingham with you. He is making fun of + me. I don't allow even Dick's friends to do that.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham's disclaimer was in quite the correct vein. + </p> + <p> + “You must both come again very soon,” their hostess concluded, as she + shook hands. “I enjoyed our bridge immensely.” + </p> + <p> + The two men were already on their way to the door when a sudden idea + seemed to occur to Captain Griffiths. He turned back. + </p> + <p> + “By-the-by, Lady Cranston,” he asked, “have you heard anything from your + brother?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shook her head sadly. Helen, who, unlike her friend, had not had + the advantage of a distinguished career upon the amateur dramatic stage, + turned away and held a handkerchief to her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Not a word,” was Philippa's sorrowful reply. + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths offered a clumsy expression of his sympathy. + </p> + <p> + “Bad luck!” he said. “I'm so sorry, Lady Cranston. Good night once more.” + </p> + <p> + This time their departure was uninterrupted. Helen removed her + handkerchief from her eyes, and Philippa made a little grimace at the + closed door. + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe,” Helen asked seriously, “that Captain Griffiths has any + suspicions?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shrugged her shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “If he has, who cares?” she replied, a little defiantly. “The very idea of + a duel of wits between those two men is laughable.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so,” Helen agreed, with a shade of doubt in her tone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <p> + Philippa and Helen started, a few mornings later, for one of their + customary walks. The crystalline October sunshine, in which every distant + tree and, seaward, each slowly travelling steamer, seemed to gain a new + clearness of outline, lay upon the deep-ploughed fields, the yellowing + bracken, and the red-gold of the bending trees, while the west wind, which + had strewn the sea with white-flecked waves, brought down the leaves to + form a carpet for their feet, and played strange music along the + wood-crested slope. In the broken land through which they made their way, + a land of trees and moorland, with here and there a cultivated patch, the + yellow gorse still glowed in unexpected corners; queer, scentless flowers + made splashes of colour in the hedgerows; a rabbit scurried sometimes + across their path; a cock pheasant, after a moment's amazed stare, lowered + his head and rushed for unnecessary shelter. The longer they looked + upwards, the bluer seemed the sky. The grass beneath their feet was as + green and soft as in springtime. Driven by the wind, here and there a + white-winged gull sailed over their heads,—a cloud of them rested + upon a freshly turned little square of ploughed land between two woods. A + flight of pigeons, like torn leaves tossed about by the wind, circled and + drifted above them. Philippa seated herself upon the trunk of a fallen + tree and gazed contentedly about her. + </p> + <p> + “If I had a looking-glass and a few more hairpins, I should be perfectly + happy,” she sighed. “I am sure my hair must look awful.” + </p> + <p> + Helen glanced at it admiringly. + </p> + <p> + “I decline to say the correct thing,” she declared. “I will only remind + you that there will be no one here to look at it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so sure,” Philippa replied. “These are the woods which the + special constables haunt by day and by night. They gaze up every tree + trunk for a wireless installation, and they lie behind hedges and watch + for mysterious flashes.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you suggesting that we may meet Mr. Lessingham?” Helen enquired, + lazily. “I am perfectly certain that he knows nothing of the equipment of + the melodramatic spy. As to Zeppelins, don't you remember he told us that + he hated them and was terrified of bombs.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” Philippa remonstrated, “Mr. Lessingham does nothing crude.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet,—” Helen began. + </p> + <p> + “Yet I suppose the man has something at the back of his head,” Philippa + interrupted. “Sometimes I think that he has, sometimes I believe that + Richard must have shown him my picture, and he has come over here to see + if I am really like it.” + </p> + <p> + “He does behave rather like that,” her companion admitted drily. + </p> + <p> + Phillipa turned and looked at her. + </p> + <p> + “Helen,” she said severely, “don't be a cat.” + </p> + <p> + “If I were to express my opinion of your behaviour,” Helen went on, + picking up a pine cone and examining it, “I might astonish you.” + </p> + <p> + “You have an evil mind,” Philippa yawned, producing her cigarette case. + “What you really resent is that Mr. Lessingham sometimes forgets to talk + about Dick.” + </p> + <p> + “The poor man doesn't get much chance,” Helen retorted, watching the blue + smoke from her cigarette and leaning back with an air of content. + “Whatever do you and he find to talk about, Philippa?” + </p> + <p> + “Literature—English and German,” Philippa murmured demurely. “Mr. + Lessingham is remarkably well read, and he knows more about our English + poets than any man I have met for years.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot that you enjoyed that sort of thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Once more, don't be a cat,” Philippa enjoined. “If you want me to confess + it, I will own up at once. You know what a simple little thing I am. I + admire Mr. Lessingham exceedingly, and I find him a most interesting + companion.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean,” her friend observed drily “the Baron Maderstrom.” Philippa + looked around and frowned. + </p> + <p> + “You are most indiscreet, Helen,” she declared. “I have learnt something + of the science of espionage lately, and I can assure you that all spoken + or written words are dangerous. There is a thoroughly British squirrel in + that tree overhead, and I am sure he heard.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the sunshine has got into your head,” Helen groaned. + </p> + <p> + “If you mean that I am finding it a relief to talk nonsense, you are + right,” Philippa assented. “As a matter of fact, I am feeling most + depressed. Henry telephoned from somewhere or other before breakfast this + morning, to say that he should probably be home to-night or to-morrow. + They must have landed somewhere down the coast.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a most undutiful wife,” Helen pronounced severely. “I am sure + Henry is a delightful person, even if he is a little irresponsible, and it + is almost pathetic to remember how much you were in love with him, a year + or two ago.” + </p> + <p> + Some of the lightness vanished from Philippa's face. + </p> + <p> + “That was before the war,” she sighed. + </p> + <p> + “I still think Henry is a dear, though I don't altogether understand him,” + Helen said thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “No doubt,” Philippa assented, “but you'd find the not understanding him a + little more galling, if you were his wife. You see, I didn't know that I + was marrying a sort of sporting Mr. Skimpole.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” Helen reflected, “how Henry and Mr. Lessingham will get on + when they see more of one another.” + </p> + <p> + “I really don't care,” Philippa observed indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “I used to notice sometimes—that was soon after you were married,” + Helen continued, “that Henry was just a little inclined to be jealous.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa withdrew her eyes from the sea. There was a queer little smile + upon her lips. + </p> + <p> + “Well, if he still is,” she said, “I'll give him something to be jealous + about.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Mr. Lessingham!” Helen murmured. + </p> + <p> + Philippa's eyebrows were raised. + </p> + <p> + “Poor Mr. Lessingham?” she repeated. “I don't think you'll find that he'll + be in the least sorry for himself.” + </p> + <p> + “He may be in earnest,” Helen reminded her friend. “You can be horribly + attractive when you like, you know, Philippa.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa smiled sweetly. + </p> + <p> + “It is just possible,” she said, “that I may be in earnest myself. I've + quarrelled pretty desperately with Henry, you know, and I'm a helpless + creature without a little admiration.” + </p> + <p> + Helen rose suddenly to her feet. Her eyes were fixed upon a figure + approaching through the wood. + </p> + <p> + “You really aren't respectable, Philippa,” she declared. “Throw away your + cigarette, for heaven's sake, and sit up. Some one is coming.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa only moved her head lazily. The sunlight, which came down in a + thousand little zigzags through the wind-tossed trees, fell straight upon + her rather pale, defiant little face, with its unexpressed evasive charm, + and seemed to find a new depth of colour in the red-gold of her disordered + hair. Her slim, perfect body was stretched almost at full length, one leg + drawn a little up, her hands carelessly drooping towards the grass. The + cigarette was still burning in the corner of her lips. + </p> + <p> + “I decline,” she said, “to throw away my cigarette for any one.” + </p> + <p> + “Least of all, I trust,” a familiar voice interposed, “for me.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa sat upright at once, smoothed her hair and looked a little + resentfully at Lessingham. He was wearing a brown tweed knickerbocker + suit, and he carried a gun under his arm. + </p> + <p> + “Whatever are you doing up here,” she demanded, “and do you know anything + about our game laws? You can't come out into the woods here and shoot + things just because you feel like it.” + </p> + <p> + He disposed of his gun and seated himself between them. + </p> + <p> + “That is quite all right,” he assured her. “Your neighbour, Mr. Windover, + to whom these woods apparently belong, asked me to bring my gun out this + morning and try and get a woodcock.” + </p> + <p> + “Gracious! You don't mean that Mr. Windover is here, too?” Philippa + demanded, looking around. Lessingham shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “His car came for him at the other side of the wood,” he explained. “He + was wanted to go on the Bench. I elected to walk home.” + </p> + <p> + “And the woodcock?” she asked. “I adore woodcock.” + </p> + <p> + He produced one from his pocket, took up her felt hat, which was lying + amongst the bracken, and busied himself insinuating the pin feathers under + the silk band. + </p> + <p> + “There,” he said, handing it to her, “the first woodcock of the season. We + got four, and I really only accepted one in the hope that you would like + it. I shall leave it with the estimable Mills, on my return.” + </p> + <p> + “You must come and share it,” Philippa insisted. “Those boys of Nora's are + coming in to dinner. Your gift shall be the piece de resistance.” + </p> + <p> + “Then may I dine another night?” he begged. “This place encourages in me + the grossest of appetites.” + </p> + <p> + “Have no fear,” she replied. “You will never see that woodcock again. I + shall have it for my luncheon to-morrow. I ordered dinner before I came + out, and though it may be a simple feast, I promise that you shall not go + away hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you promise that you will never send me away hungry?” he asked, + dropping his voice for a moment. + </p> + <p> + She turned and studied him. Helen, who had strolled a few yards away, was + knee-deep in the golden brown bracken, picking some gorgeously coloured + leaves from a solitary bramble bush. Lessingham had thrown his cap onto + the ground, and his wind-tossed hair and the unusual colour in his cheeks + were both, in their way, becoming. His loose but well-fitting country + clothes, his tie and soft collar, were all well-chosen and suitable. She + admired his high forehead and his firm, rather proud mouth. His eyes as + well as his tone were full of seriousness. + </p> + <p> + “You know that you ought to be saying that to some Gretchen away across + that terrible North Sea,” she laughed. + </p> + <p> + “There is no Gretchen who has ever made my heart shake as you do,” he + whispered. + </p> + <p> + She picked up her hat and sighed. + </p> + <p> + “Really,” she said, “I think things are quite complicated enough as they + are. I am in a flutter all day long, as it is, about your mission here and + your real identity. I simply could not include a flirtation amongst my + excitements.” + </p> + <p> + “I have never flirted,” he assured her gravely. + </p> + <p> + “Wise man,” she pronounced, rising to her feet. “Come, let us go and help + Helen pick leaves. She is scratching her fingers terribly, and I'm sure + you have a knife. A dear, economical creature, Helen,” she added, as they + strolled along. “I am perfectly certain that those are destined to adorn + my dining-table, and, with chrysanthemums at sixpence each, you can't + imagine how welcome they are. Come, produce the knife, Mr. Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + The knife was forthcoming, and presently they all turned their faces + homeward. Philippa arrested both her companions on the outskirts of the + wood, and pointed to the red-tiled little town, to the sombre, + storm-beaten grey church on the edge of the cliff, to the peaceful fields, + the stretch of gorse-sprinkled common, and the rolling stretch of green + turf on the crown of the cliffs. Beyond was the foam-flecked blue sea, + dotted all over with cargo steamers. + </p> + <p> + “Would one believe,” she asked satirically, “that there should be scope + here in this forgotten little spot for the brains of a—Mr. + Lessingham!” + </p> + <p> + “Remember that I was sent,” he protested. “The error, if error there be, + is not mine.” + </p> + <p> + “And after all,” Helen reminded them both, “think how easily one may be + misled by appearances. You couldn't imagine anything more honest than the + faces of the villagers and the fishermen one sees about, yet do you know, + Mr. Lessingham, that we were visited by burglars last night?” + </p> + <p> + “Seriously?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Without a doubt. Of course, Mainsail Haul is an invitation to thieves. + They could get in anywhere. Last night they chose the French windows and + seem to have made themselves at home in the library.” + </p> + <p> + “I trust,” Lessingham said, “that they did not take anything of value?” + </p> + <p> + “They took nothing at all,” Philippa sighed. “That is the humiliating part + of it. They evidently didn't like our things.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know that you had burglars, if they took nothing away?” + Lessingham enquired. + </p> + <p> + “So practical!” Philippa murmured. “As a matter of fact, I heard some one + moving about, and I rang the alarm bell. Mills was downstairs almost + directly and we heard some one running down the drive. The French windows + were open, a chair was overturned in the library, and a drawer in my + husband's desk was wide open.” + </p> + <p> + “The proof,” Lessingham admitted, “is overwhelming. You were visited by a + burglar. Does your husband keep anything of value in his desk?” + </p> + <p> + “Henry hasn't anything of value in the world,” Philippa replied drily, + “except his securities, and they are at the bank.” + </p> + <p> + “Without going so far as to contradict you,” Lessingham observed, with a + smile, “I still venture to disagree!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <p> + Sir Henry stepped back from the scales and eyed the fish which they had + been weighing, admiringly. + </p> + <p> + “You see that, Mills? You see that, Jimmy?” he pointed out. “Six and + three-quarter pounds! I was right almost to an ounce. He's a fine fellow!” + </p> + <p> + “A very extraordinary fish, sir,” the butler observed. “Will you allow me + to take your oilskins? Dinner was served nearly an hour ago.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry slipped off his dripping overalls and handed them over. + </p> + <p> + “That's all right,” he replied. “Listen. Don't say a word about my arrival + to your mistress at present. I have some writing to do. Bring me a glass + of sherry at once, or mix a cocktail if you can do so without being + missed, and take Jimmy away and give him some whisky and soda.” + </p> + <p> + “But what about your own dinner, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll have a tray in the gun room,” his master decided, “say in twenty + minutes' time. And, Mills, who did you say were dining?” + </p> + <p> + “Two of the young officers from the Depot, sir—Mr. Harrison and Mr. + Sinclair—and Mr. Hamar Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + “Lessingham, eh?” Sir Henry repeated, as he seated himself before his + writing-table. “Mills,” he added, in a confidential whisper, “what port + did you serve?” + </p> + <p> + The butler's expression was one of conscious rectitude. + </p> + <p> + “Not the vintage, sir,” he announced with emphasis. “Some very excellent + wood port, which we procured for shooting luncheons. The young gentlemen + like it.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a jewel, Mills,” his master declared. “Now you understand—an + aperitif for me now, some whisky for Jimmy in your room, and not a word + about my being here. Good night, Jimmy. Sorry we were too late for the + mackerel, but we had some grand sport, all the same. You'll have a day or + two's rest ashore now.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, aye, sir!” Dumble replied. “We got in just in time. There's + something more than a squall coming up nor'ards.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry listened for a moment. The French windows shook, the rain beat + against the panes, and a dull booming of wind was clearly audible from + outside. + </p> + <p> + “We timed that excellently,” he agreed. “Come up and have a chat + to-morrow, Jimmy, if your wife will spare you.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll be round before eleven, sir,” the fisherman promised, with a grin. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry waited for the closing of the door. Then he leaned forward for + several moments. He had scarcely the appearance of a man returned from a + week or two of open-air life and indulgence in the sport he loved best. + The healthy tan of his complexion was lessened rather than increased. + There were black lines under his eyes which seemed to speak of sleepless + nights, and a beard of several days' growth was upon his chin. He drank + the cocktail which Mills presently brought him, at a gulp, and watched + with satisfaction while the mixer was vigorously shaken and a second one + poured out. + </p> + <p> + “We've had a rough time, Mills,” he observed, as he set down the glass. + “Until this morning it scarcely left off blowing.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry to hear it, sir,” was the respectful reply. “If I may be + allowed to say so, sir, you're looking tired.” + </p> + <p> + “I am tired,” Sir Henry admitted. “I think, if I tried, I could go to + sleep now for twenty-four hours.” + </p> + <p> + “You will pardon my reminding you, so far as regards your letters, that + there is no post out tonight, sir,” Mills proceeded. “I have prepared a + warm bath and laid out your clothes for a change.” + </p> + <p> + “Capital!” Sir Henry exclaimed. “It isn't a letter that's bothering me, + though, Mills. There are just a few geographical notes I want to make. You + know, I'm trying to improve the fishermen's chart of the coast round here. + That fellow Groocock—Jimmy Dumble's uncle—very nearly lost his + motor boat last week through trusting to the old one.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so, sir,” Mills replied deferentially, placing the empty glass upon + his tray. “If you'll excuse me, sir, I must get back to the dining room.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite right,” his master assented. “They won't be out just yet, will + they?” + </p> + <p> + “Her ladyship will probably be rising in about ten minutes, sir—not + before that.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry nodded a little impatiently. Directly the door was closed he + rose to his feet, stood for a moment listening by the side of his fishing + cabinet, then opened the glass front and touched the spring. With the aid + of a little electric torch which he took from his pocket, he studied + particularly a certain portion of the giant chart, made some measurements + with a pencil, some notes in the margin, and closed it up again with an + air of satisfaction. Then he resumed his seat, drew a folded slip of paper + from his breast pocket, a chart from another, turned up the lamp and began + to write. His face, as he stooped low, escaped the soft shade and was for + a moment almost ghastly. Every now and then he turned and made some + calculations on the blotting-paper by his side. At last he leaned back + with a little sigh of relief. He had barely done so before the door behind + him was opened. + </p> + <p> + “Are we going to stay in here, Mummy, or are we going into the + drawing-room?” Nora asked. + </p> + <p> + “In here, I think,” he heard Philippa reply. + </p> + <p> + Then they both came in, followed by Helen. Nora was the first to see him + and rushed forward with a little cry of surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Why, here's Dad!” she exclaimed, flinging her arms around his neck. + “Daddy, how dare you be sitting here all by yourself whilst we are having + dinner! When did you get back? What a fish!” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry closed down his desk, embraced his daughter, and came forward to + meet his wife. + </p> + <p> + “Fine fellow, isn't he, Nora!” he agreed. “Well, Philippa, how are you? + Pleased to see me, I hope? Another new frock, I believe, and in war time!” + </p> + <p> + “Fancy your remembering that it was war time!” she answered, standing very + still while he leaned over and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + “Nasty one for me,” Sir Henry observed good-humouredly. “How well you're + looking, Helen! Any news of Dick yet?” + </p> + <p> + Helen attempted an expression of extreme gravity with more or less + success. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing fresh,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, no news may be good news,” Sir Henry remarked consolingly. + “Jove, it's good to feel a roof over one's head again! This morning has + been the only patch of decent weather we've had.” + </p> + <p> + “This morning was lovely,” Helen assented. “Philippa and I went and sat up + in the woods.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa, who was standing by the fire, turned and looked at her husband + critically. + </p> + <p> + “We have some men dining,” she said. “They will be out in a few minutes. + Don't you think you had better go and make yourself presentable? You smell + of fish, and you look as though you hadn't shaved for a week.” + </p> + <p> + “Guilty, my dear,” Sir Henry admitted. “Mills is just getting me something + to eat in the gun room, and then I am going to have a bath and change my + clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “And shave, Dad,” Nora reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “And shave, you young pest,” her father agreed, patting her on the + shoulder. “Run away and play billiards with Helen. I want to talk to your + mother until my dinner's ready.” + </p> + <p> + Nora acquiesced promptly. + </p> + <p> + “Come along, Helen, I'll give you twenty-five up. Or perhaps you'd like to + play shell out?” she proposed. “Arthur Sinclair says I have improved in my + potting more than any one he ever knew.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry opened the door and closed it after them. Then he returned and + seated himself on the lounge by Philippa's side. She glanced up at him as + though in surprise, and, stretching out her hand towards her work-basket, + took up some knitting. + </p> + <p> + “I really think I should change at once, if I were you,” she suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Presently. I had a sort of foolish idea that I'd like to have a word or + two with you first. I've been away for nearly a fortnight, haven't I?” + </p> + <p> + “You have,” Philippa assented. “Perhaps that is the reason why I feel that + I haven't very much to say to you.” + </p> + <p> + “That sounds just a trifle hard,” he said slowly. + </p> + <p> + “I am hard sometimes,” Philippa confessed. “You know that quite well. + There are times when I just feel as though I had no heart at all, nor any + sympathy; when every sensation I might have had seems shrivelled up inside + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that how you are feeling at the present time towards me, Philippa?” he + asked. + </p> + <p> + Her needles flashed through the wool for a moment in silence. + </p> + <p> + “You had every warning,” she told him. “I tried to make you understand + exactly how your behaviour disgusted me before you went away.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I remember,” he admitted. “I'm afraid, dear, you think I am a + worthless sort of a fellow.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa had apparently dropped a stitch. She bent lower still over her + knitting. There was a distinct frown upon her forehead, her mouth was + unrecognisable. + </p> + <p> + “Your friend Lessingham is here still, I understand?” her husband remarked + presently. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” Philippa assented, “he is dining to-night. You will probably see + him in a few minutes.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry looked thoughtful, and studied for a moment the toe of a + remarkably unprepossessing looking shoe. + </p> + <p> + “You're so keen about that sort of thing,” he said, “what about + Lessingham? He is not soldiering or anything, is he?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no idea,” Philippa replied. “He walks with a slight limp and + admits that he is here as a convalescent, but he hasn't told us very much + about himself.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder you haven't tackled him,” Sir Henry continued. “You're such an + ardent recruiter, you ought to make sure that he is doing his bit of + butchery.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked up at her husband for a moment and back at her work. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham,” she said, “is a very delightful friend, whose stay here + every one is enjoying very much, but he is a comparative stranger. I feel + no responsibility as to his actions.” + </p> + <p> + “And you do as to mine?” + </p> + <p> + “Naturally.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry's head was resting on his hand, his elbow on the back of the + lounge. He seemed to be listening to the voices in the dining room beyond. + </p> + <p> + “Hm!” he observed. “Has he been here often while I've been away?” + </p> + <p> + “As often as he chose,” Philippa replied. “He has become very popular in + the neighbourhood already, and he is an exceedingly welcome guest here at + any time.” + </p> + <p> + “Takes advantage of your hospitality pretty often, doesn't he?” + </p> + <p> + “He is here most days. We are always rather disappointed when he doesn't + come.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry's frown grew a little deeper. + </p> + <p> + “What's the attraction?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + Philippa smiled. It was the smile which those who knew her best, feared. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she confided, “I used to imagine that it was Helen, but I think + that he has become a little bored, talking about nothing but Dick and + their college days. I am rather inclined to fancy that it must be me.” + </p> + <p> + “You, indeed!” he grunted. “Are you aware that you are a married woman?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa glanced up from her work. Her eyebrows were raised, and her + expression was one of mild surprise. + </p> + <p> + “How queer that you should remind me of it!” she murmured. “I am afraid + that the sea air disturbs your memory.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry rose abruptly to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, damn!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + He walked to the door. His guests were still lingering over their wine. He + could hear their voices more distinctly than ever. Then he came back to + the sofa and stood by Philippa's side. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa, old girl,” he pleaded, “don't let us quarrel. I have had such a + hard fortnight, a nor'easter blowing all the time, and the dirtiest seas + I've ever known at this time of the year. For five days I hadn't a dry + stitch on me, and it was touch and go more than once. We were all in the + water together, and there was a nasty green wave that looked like a + mountain overhead, and the side of our own boat bending over us as though + it meant to squeeze our ribs in. It looked like ten to one against us, + Phil, and I got a worse chill than the sea ever gave me when I thought + that I shouldn't see you again.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa laid down her knitting. She looked searchingly into her husband's + face. She was very far from indifferent to his altered tone. + </p> + <p> + “Henry,” she said, “that sounds very terrible, but why do you run such + risks—unworthily? Do you think that I couldn't give you all that you + want, all that I have to give, if you came home to me with a story like + this and I knew that you had been facing death righteously and honourably + for your country's sake? Why, Henry, there isn't a man in the world could + have such a welcome as I could give you. Do you think I am cold? Of course + you don't! Do you think I want to feel as I have done this last fortnight + towards you? Why, it's misery! It makes me feel inclined to commit any + folly, any madness, to get rid of it all.” + </p> + <p> + Her husband hesitated. A frown had darkened his face. He had the air of + one who is on the eve of a confession. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa,” he began, “you know that when I go out on these fishing + expeditions, I also put in some work at the new chart which I am so + anxious to prepare for the fishermen.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shook her head impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “Don't talk to me about your fishermen, Henry! I'm as sick with them as I + am with you. You can see twenty or thirty of them any morning, lounging + about the quay, strapping young fellows who shelter themselves behind the + plea of privileged employment. We are notorious down here for our + skulkers, and you—you who should be the one man to set them an + example, are as bad as they are. You deliberately encourage them.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry abandoned his position by his wife's side, His face darkened and + his eyes flashed. + </p> + <p> + “Skulkers?” he repeated furiously. + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked at him without flinching. + </p> + <p> + “Yes! Don't you like the word?” + </p> + <p> + The angry flush faded from his cheeks as quickly as it had come. He + laughed a little unnaturally, took up a cigarette from an open box, and + lit it. + </p> + <p> + “It isn't a pleasant one, is it, Philippa?” he observed, thrusting his + hands into his jacket pockets strolling away. “If one doesn't feel the + call—well, there you are, you see. Jove, that's a fine fish.” + </p> + <p> + He stood admiring the codling upon the scales. Philippa continued her + work. + </p> + <p> + “If you intend to spend the rest of the evening with us,” she told him + calmly, “please let me remind you again that we have guests for dinner. + Your present attire may be comfortable but it is scarcely becoming.” + </p> + <p> + He turned away and came back towards her. As he passed the lamp, she + started. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you're wet,” she exclaimed, “wet through!” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I am,” he admitted, feeling his sleeve, “but to tell you the + truth, in the interest of our conversation I had quite forgotten it. Here + come our guests, before I have had time to escape. I can hear your friend + Lessingham's voice.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <p> + The three dinner guests entered together, Lessingham in the middle. Sir + Henry's presence was obviously a surprise to all of them. + </p> + <p> + “No idea that you were back, sir,” Harrison observed, shaking hands. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry greeted them all good-humouredly. “I turned up about three + quarters of an hour ago,” he explained, “just too late to join you at + dinner.” + </p> + <p> + “Bad luck, sir,” Sinclair remarked. “I hope that you had good sport?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so bad,” Sir Henry admitted. “We had to go far enough for it, though. + What do you think of that for an October codling?” + </p> + <p> + They all approached the scales and admired the fish. Sir Henry stood with + his hands in his pockets, listening to their comments. + </p> + <p> + “You are enjoying your stay here, I hope, Mr. Lessingham?” he enquired. + </p> + <p> + “One could scarcely fail to enjoy even the briefest holiday in so + delightfully hospitable a place,” was the somewhat measured reply. + </p> + <p> + “You're by way of being a fisherman yourself, I hear?” Sir Henry + continued. + </p> + <p> + “In a very small way,” Lessingham acknowledged. “I have been out once or + twice.” + </p> + <p> + “With Ben Oates, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe that was the man's name.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa glanced up from her work with a little exclamation of surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I had no idea of that, Mr. Lessingham. Whatever made you choose Ben + Oates? He is a most disgraceful person.” + </p> + <p> + “It was entirely by accident,” Lessingham explained. “I met him on the + front. It happened to be a fine morning, and he was rather pressing in his + invitation.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid he didn't show you much sport,” Sir Henry observed. “From what + Jimmy Dumble's brother told him, he seems to have taken you in entirely + the wrong direction, and on the wrong tide.” + </p> + <p> + “We had a small catch,” Lessingham replied. “I really went more for the + sail than the sport, so I was not disappointed.” + </p> + <p> + “The coast itself,” Sir Henry remarked, “is rather an interesting one.” + </p> + <p> + “I should imagine so,” Lessingham assented. “Mr. Ben Oates, indeed, told + me some wonderful stories about it. He spoke of broad channels down which + a dreadnought could approach within a hundred yards of the land.” + </p> + <p> + “He is quite right, too,” his host agreed. + </p> + <p> + “There's a lot of deep water about here. The whole of the coast is very + curious in that way. What the—what the dickens is this?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry, who had been strolling about the room, picked up a Homburg hat + from the far side of a table of curios. Philippa glanced up at his + exclamation. + </p> + <p> + “That's Nora's trophy,” she explained. “I told her to take it up to her + own room, but she's always wanting to show it to her friends.” + </p> + <p> + “Nora's trophy?” Sir Henry repeated. “Why, it's nothing but an ordinary + man's hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless, it's a very travelled one, sir,” Harrison pointed out. + “Miss Nora picked it up on Dutchman's Common, the morning after the + observation car was found there.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry held out the hat. + </p> + <p> + “But Nora doesn't seriously suppose that the Germans come over in this + sort of headgear, does she?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + “If you'll just look inside the lining, sir,” Sinclair suggested. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry turned it up and whistled softly. “By Jove, it's a German hat, + all right!” he exclaimed. “Doesn't look a bad shape, either.” + </p> + <p> + He tried it on. There was a little peal of laughter from the men. Philippa + had ceased her knitting and was watching from the couch. Sir Henry looked + at himself in the looking-glass. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's funny,” he observed. “I shouldn't have thought it would have + been so much too small for me. Here, just try how you'd look in it, Mr. + Lessingham,” he added, handing it across to him. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham accepted the situation quite coolly, and placed the hat + carefully on his head. + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't feel particularly comfortable,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “That may be,” Sir Henry suggested, “because you have it on wrong side + foremost. If you'd just turn it round, I believe you would find it a very + good fit.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham at once obeyed. Sir Henry regarded him with admiration. + </p> + <p> + “Excellent!” he exclaimed. “Look at that, Philippa. Might have been made + for him, eh?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham looked at himself in the glass and removed the hat from his + head with some casual observation. He was entirely at his ease. His host + turned towards the door, which Mills was holding open. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths, sir,” the latter announced. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry greeted his visitor briefly. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, Griffiths?” he said. “Glad to see you. Excuse my costume, + but I am just back from a fishing expedition. We are all admiring Mr. + Lessingham in his magic hat.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths shook hands with Philippa, nodded to the others, and + turned towards Lessingham. + </p> + <p> + “Put it on again, there's a good fellow, Lessingham,” Sir Henry begged. + “You see, we have found a modern version of Cinderella's slipper. The hat + which fell from the Zeppelin on to Dutchman's Common fits our friend like + a glove. I never thought the Germans made such good hats, did you, + Griffiths?” + </p> + <p> + “I always thought they imported their felt hats,” Captain Griffiths + acknowledged. “Is that really the one with the German name inside, which + Miss Nora brought home?” + </p> + <p> + “This is the genuine article,” Lessingham assented, taking it from his + head and passing it on to the newcomer. “Notwithstanding the name inside, + I should still believe that it was an English hat. It feels too + comfortable for anything else.” + </p> + <p> + The Commandant took the hat to a lamp and examined it carefully. He drew + out the lining and looked all the way round. Suddenly he gave vent to a + little exclamation. + </p> + <p> + “Here are the owner's initials,” he declared, “rather faint but still + distinguishable,—B. M. Hm! There's no doubt about its being a German + hat.” + </p> + <p> + “B. M.,” Sir Henry muttered, looking over his shoulder. “How very + interesting! B. M.,” he repeated, turning to Philippa, who had recommenced + her knitting. “Is it my fancy, or is there something a little familiar + about that?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure that I have no idea,” Philippa replied. “It conveys nothing to + me.” + </p> + <p> + There was a brief but apparently pointless silence. Philippa's needles + flashed through her wool with easy regularity. Lessingham appeared to be + sharing the mild curiosity which the others showed concerning the hat. Sir + Henry was standing with knitted brows, in the obvious attitude of a man + seeking to remember something. + </p> + <p> + “B. M.,” he murmured softly to himself. “There was some one I've known or + heard of in England—What's that, Mills?” + </p> + <p> + “Your dinner is served, sir,” Mills, who had made a silent entrance, + announced. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry apparently thought no more of the hat or its possible owner. He + threw it upon a neighbouring table, and his face expressed a new interest + in life. + </p> + <p> + “Jove, I'm ravenous!” he confessed. “You'll excuse me, won't you? Mills, + see that these gentlemen have cigars and cigarettes—in the billiard + room, I should think. You'll find the young people there. I'll come in and + have a game of pills later.” + </p> + <p> + The two young soldiers, with Captain Griffiths, followed Sir Henry at once + from the room. Lessingham, however, lingered. He stood with his hands + behind him, looking at the closed door. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to stay and talk nonsense with me, Mr. Lessingham?” + Philippa asked. + </p> + <p> + “If I may,” he answered, without changing his position. + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked at him curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Do you see ghosts through that door?” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” he said, as he seated himself by her side, “there are times + when I find your husband quite interesting.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <p> + Philippa leaned back in her place. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly what do you mean by that, Mr. Lessingham?” she demanded. + </p> + <p> + He shook himself free from a curious sense of unreality, and turned + towards her. + </p> + <p> + “I must confess,” he said, “that sometimes your husband puzzles me.” + </p> + <p> + “Not nearly so much as he puzzles me,” Philippa retorted, a little + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Has he always been so desperately interested in deep-sea fishing?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shrugged her shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “More or less, but never quite to this extent. The thing has become an + obsession with him lately. If you are really going to stay and talk with + me, do you mind if we don't discuss my husband? Just now the subject is + rather a painful one with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I can quite understand that,” Lessingham murmured sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of Captain Griffiths?” she asked, a little abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “I have thought nothing more about him. Should I? Is he of any real + importance?” + </p> + <p> + “He is military commandant here.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham nodded thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose that means that he is the man who ought to be on my track,” he + observed. + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn't be in the least surprised to hear that he was,” Philippa said + drily. “I have told you that he came and asked about you the other night, + when he dined here. He seemed perfectly satisfied then, but he is here + again to-night to see Henry, and he never visits anywhere in an ordinary + way.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you uneasy about me?” Lessingham enquired. + </p> + <p> + “I am not sure,” she answered frankly. “Sometimes I am almost terrified + and would give anything to hear that you were on your way home. And at + other times I realise that you are really very clever, that nothing is + likely to happen to you, and that the place will seem duller than ever + when you do go.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very kind of you,” he said. “In any case, I fear that my holiday + will soon be coming to an end.” + </p> + <p> + “Your holiday?” she repeated. “Is that what you call it?” + </p> + <p> + “It has been little else,” he replied indifferently. “There is nothing to + be learnt here of the slightest military significance.” + </p> + <p> + “We told you that when you arrived,” Philippa reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “I was perhaps foolish not to believe you,” he acknowledged. + </p> + <p> + “So your very exciting journey through the clouds has ended in failure, + after all!” she went on, a moment or two later. + </p> + <p> + “Failure? No, I should not call it failure.” + </p> + <p> + “You have really made some discoveries, then?” she enquired dubiously. + </p> + <p> + “I have made the greatest discovery in the world.” + </p> + <p> + Her eyebrows were gently raised, the corners of her mouth quivered, her + eyes fell. + </p> + <p> + “Dear me! In this quiet spot?” she sighed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” + </p> + <p> + “Is it Helen or me?” + </p> + <p> + “Philippa!” he protested. + </p> + <p> + Her eyebrows were more raised than ever. Her mouth had lost its alluring + curve. + </p> + <p> + “Really, Mr. Lessingham!” she exclaimed. “Have I ever given you the right + to call me by my Christian name?” + </p> + <p> + “In my country,” he answered, “we do not wait to ask. We take.” + </p> + <p> + “Rank Prussianism,” she murmured. “I really think you had better go back + there. You are adopting their methods.” + </p> + <p> + “I may have to at any moment,” he admitted, “or to some more distant + country still. I want something to take back with me.” + </p> + <p> + “You want a keepsake, of course,” Philippa declared, looking around the + room. “You can have my photograph—the one over there. Helen will + give you one of hers, too, I am sure, if you ask her. She is just as + grateful to you about Richard as I am.” + </p> + <p> + “But from you,” he said earnestly, “I want more than gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear me, how persistent you are!” Philippa murmured. “Are you really + determined to make love to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, don't mock me!” he begged. “What I am saying to you comes from my + heart.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa laughed at him quietly. There was just a little break in her + voice, however. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be absurd!” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing absurd about it,” he replied, with a note of sadness in + his tone. “I felt it from the moment we met. I struggled against it, but I + have felt it growing day by day. I came here with my mind filled with + different purposes. I had no thought of amusing myself, no thought of + seeking here the happiness which up till now I seem to have missed. I came + as a servant because I was sent, a mechanical being. You have changed + everything. For you I feel what I have never felt for any woman before. I + place before you my career, my freedom, my honour.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa sighed very softly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you mind ringing the bell?” she begged. + </p> + <p> + “The bell?” he repeated. “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “I want Helen to hear you,” she confided, with a wonderful little smile. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa, don't mock me,” he pleaded. “If this is only amusement to you, + tell me so and let me go away. It is the first time in my life that a + woman has come between me and my work. I am no longer master of myself. I + am obsessed with you. I want nothing else in life but your love.” + </p> + <p> + There was an almost startling change in Philippa's face. The banter which + had served her with so much effect, which she had relied upon as her + defensive weapon, was suddenly useless. Lessingham had created an + atmosphere around him, an atmosphere of sincerity. + </p> + <p> + “Are you in earnest?” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + “God knows I am!” he insisted. + </p> + <p> + “You—you care for me?” + </p> + <p> + “So much,” he answered passionately, “that for your sake I would sacrifice + my honour, my country, my life.” + </p> + <p> + “But I've only known you for such a short time,” Philippa protested, “and + you're an enemy.” + </p> + <p> + “I discard my birth. I renounce my adopted country,” he declared fiercely. + “You have swept my life clear of every scrap of ambition and patriotism. + You have filled it with one thing only—a great, consuming love.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you forgotten my husband?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think that if he had been a different sort of man I should have + dared to speak? Ask yourself how you can continue to live with him? You + can call him which you will. Both are equally disgraceful. Your heart + knows the truth. He is either a coward or a philanderer.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's cheeks were suddenly white. Her eyes flashed. His words had + stung her to the quick. + </p> + <p> + “A coward?” she repeated furiously. “You dare to call Henry that?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham rose abruptly to his feet. He moved restlessly about the room. + His fists were clenched, his tone thick with passion. + </p> + <p> + “I do!” he pronounced. “Philippa, look at this matter without prejudice. + Do you believe that there is a single man of any country, of your + husband's age and rank, who would be content to trawl the seas for fish + whilst his country's blood is being drained dry? Who would weigh a + codling,” he added, pointing scornfully to the scales, “whilst the funeral + march of heroes is beating throughout the world? The thing is insensate, + impossible!” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's head drooped. Her hands were nervously intertwined. + </p> + <p> + “Don't!” she pleaded, “I have suffered so much.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me,” he begged, with a sudden change of voice. “If I am mistaken + in your husband—and there is always the chance—I am sorry. I + will confess that I myself had a different opinion of him, but I can only + judge from what I have seen and from that there is no one in the world who + would not agree with me that your husband is unworthy of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, please stop!” Philippa cried. “Stop at once!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham came back to his place by her side. His voice was still + shaking, but it had grown very soft. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa, forgive me,” he repeated. “If you only knew how it hurts to see + you like this! Yet I must speak. There is just once in every man's + lifetime when he must tell the truth. That time has come with me—I + love you.” + </p> + <p> + “So does my husband,” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + “I will only remind you, then, that he shows it in strange fashion,” + Lessingham continued. “He sets your wishes at defiance. He who should be + an example in a small place like this, is only an object of contempt in + the neighbourhood. Even I, who have only lived here for so short a time, + have caught the burden of what people say.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa wiped her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Please, do you mind,” she begged, “not saying anything more about Henry. + You are only reminding me of things which I try all the time to forget.” + </p> + <p> + “Believe me,” Lessingham answered wistfully, “I am only too content to + ignore him, to forget that he exists, to remember only that you are the + woman who has changed my life.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked at him in something like dismay, rather like a child who + has started an engine which she has no idea how to stop. + </p> + <p> + “But you must not—you must not talk to me like this!” + </p> + <p> + His hand closed upon hers. It lay in his grasp, unyielding, cold, yet + passive. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” he whispered. “I have the one unalterable right, and I am + willing to pay the great price.” + </p> + <p> + “Right?” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + “The right of loving you—the right of loving you better than any + woman in the world.” + </p> + <p> + There was a queer silence, only partly due, as she was instantly aware, to + the emotion of the moment. A door behind them had opened. Philippa's + quicker senses had recognised her husband's footsteps. Lessingham rose + deliberately to his feet. In his heart he welcomed the interruption. This + might, perhaps, be the decisive moment. Sir Henry was strolling towards + them. His manner and his tone, however, were alike good-natured. + </p> + <p> + “I was to order you into the billiard room, Mr. Lessingham,” he announced. + “Sinclair has been sent for—a night route march, or some such horror—and + they want you to make a four.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham hesitated. He had a passionate inclination to face the + situation, to tell this man the truth. Sir Henry's courteous indifference, + however, was like a harrier. He recognised the inevitable. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I am rather out of practice,” he said, “but I shall be + delighted to do my best.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <p> + Sir Henry was obviously not in the best of tempers. For a mild-mannered + and easy-going man, his expression was scarcely normal. + </p> + <p> + “That fellow was making love to you,” he said bluntly, as soon as the door + was closed behind Lessingham. + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked up at her husband with an air of pleasant candour. + </p> + <p> + “He was doing it very nicely, too,” she admitted. + </p> + <p> + “You mean to say that you let him?” + </p> + <p> + “I listened to what he had to say,” she confessed. “It didn't occur to + you, I suppose,” her husband remarked, with somewhat strained sarcasm, + “that you were another man's wife?” + </p> + <p> + “I am doing my best to forget that fact,” Philippa reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “I see! And he is to help you?” + </p> + <p> + “Possibly.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry's irritation was fast merging into anger. + </p> + <p> + “I shall turn the fellow out of the house,” he declared. + </p> + <p> + Philippa shrugged her shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you?” + </p> + <p> + He seated himself on the couch by his wife's side. “Look here, Philippa, + don't let's wrangle,” he begged. “I'm afraid you'll have to make up your + mind to see a good deal less of your friend Lessingham, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's brows were knitted. She was conscious of a vague uneasiness. + </p> + <p> + “Really? And why?” + </p> + <p> + “For one thing,” her husband explained, “because I don't intend to have + him hanging about my house during my absence.” + </p> + <p> + “The best way to prevent that would be not to go away,” Philippa + suggested. + </p> + <p> + “Well, in all probability,” he announced guardedly, “I am not going away + again—at least not just yet.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's manner suddenly changed. She laid down her work. Her hand + rested lightly upon her husband's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “You mean that you are going to give up those horrible fishing excursions + of yours?” + </p> + <p> + “For the present I am,” he assured her. + </p> + <p> + “And are you going to do something—some work, I mean?” she asked + breathlessly. + </p> + <p> + “For the immediate present I am going to stay at home and look after you,” + he replied. + </p> + <p> + Philippa's face fell. Her manner became notably colder. + </p> + <p> + “You are very wise,” she declared. “Mr. Lessingham is a most fascinating + person. We are all half in love with him—even Helen.” + </p> + <p> + “The fellow must have a way with him,” Sir Henry conceded grudgingly. “As + a rule the people here are not over-keen on strangers, unless they have + immediate connections in the neighbourhood. Even Griffiths, who since they + made him Commandant, is a man of many suspicions, seems inclined to accept + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths dined here the other night,” Philippa remarked, “and I + noticed that he and Mr. Lessingham seemed to get on very well.” + </p> + <p> + “The fellow's all right in his way, no doubt,” Sir Henry began. + </p> + <p> + “Of course he is,” Philippa interrupted. “Helen likes him quite as much as + I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Does he make love to Helen, too?” Sir Henry ventured. + </p> + <p> + “Don't talk nonsense!” Philippa retorted. “He isn't that sort of a man at + all. If he has made love to me, he has done so because I have encouraged + him, and if I have encouraged him, it is your fault.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry, with an impatient exclamation, rose from his place and took a + cigarette from an open box. + </p> + <p> + “Quite time I stayed at home, I can see. All the same, the fellow's rather + a puzzle. I can't help wondering how he succeeded in making such an easy + conquest of a lady who has scarcely been notorious for her flirtations, + and a young woman who is madly in love with another man. He hasn't—” + </p> + <p> + “Hasn't what?” + </p> + <p> + “He hasn't,” Sir Henry continued, blowing out the match which he had been + holding to his cigarette and throwing it away, “been in the position of + being able to render you or Helen any service, has he?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't understand you,” Philippa replied, a little uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “There's nothing to understand,” Sir Henry went on. “I was simply trying + to find some explanation for his veni, vidi, vici.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you need go any further than the fact,” Philippa observed, + “that he is well-bred, charming and companionable.” + </p> + <p> + “Incidentally,” Sir Henry queried, “do you happen to have come across any + one here who ever heard of him before?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't remember any one,” Philippa replied. “He was at college with + Richard, you know.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, that's a wonderful introduction to you and Helen,” he + admitted. “And by-the-by, that reminds me,” he went on, “I never saw such + a change in two women in my life, as in you and Helen. A few weeks ago you + were fretting yourselves to death about Dick. Now you don't seem to + mention him, you both of you look as though you hadn't a care in the + world, and yet you say you haven't heard from him. Upon my word, this is + getting to be a house of mysteries!” + </p> + <p> + “The only mystery in it that I can see, is you, Henry,” she declared. + </p> + <p> + “Me?” he protested. “I'm one of the simplest-minded fellows alive. What is + there mysterious about me?” + </p> + <p> + “Your ignominious life,” was the cold reply. + </p> + <p> + “Jove, I got it that time!” he groaned,—“got it in the neck! But + didn't I tell you just now that I was turning over a new leaf?” + </p> + <p> + “Then prove it,” Philippa pleaded. “Let me write to Rayton and beg him to + use his influence to get you something to do. I am sure you would be + happier, and I can't tell you what a difference it would make to me.” + </p> + <p> + “It's that indoor work I couldn't stick, old thing,” he confided. “You + know, they're saying all the time it's a young man's war. They'd make me + take some one's place at home behind a desk.” + </p> + <p> + “But even if they did,” she protested, “even if they put you in a coal + cellar, wouldn't you be happier to feel that you were helping your + country? Wouldn't you be glad to know that I was happier?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry made a wry face. + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me that your outlook is a trifle superficial, dear,” he + grumbled. “However—now what the dickens is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + The door had been opened by Mills, with his usual smoothness, but Jimmy + Dumble, out of breath and excited, pushed his way into the room. + </p> + <p> + “Hullo? What is it, Jimmy?” his patron demanded. + </p> + <p> + “Beg your pardon, sir,” was the almost incoherent reply. “I've run all the + way up, and there's a rare wind blowing. There's one of our—our + trawlers lying off the Point, and she's sent up three green and six yellow + balls.” + </p> + <p> + “Whiting, by God!” Sir Henry exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Whiting!” Philippa repeated, in agonised disgust. “What does this mean, + Henry?” + </p> + <p> + “It must be a shoal,” her husband explained. “It means that we've got to + get amongst them quick. Is the Ida down on the beach, Jimmy?” + </p> + <p> + “She there all right, sir,” was the somewhat doubtful reply, “but us'll + have a rare job to get away, sir. That there nor'easter is blowing great + guns again and it's a cruel tide.” + </p> + <p> + “We've got to get out somehow,” Sir Henry declared. “Mills, my oilskins + and flask at once. I sha'n't change a thing, but you might bring a + cardigan jacket and the whisky and soda.” + </p> + <p> + Mills withdrew, a little dazed. Philippa, whose fingers were clenched + together, found her tongue at last. + </p> + <p> + “Henry!” she exclaimed furiously. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, my dear?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to tell me that after your promise,” she continued, “after + what you have just said, you are starting out to-night for another fishing + expedition?” + </p> + <p> + “Whiting, my dear,” Sir Henry explained. “One can't possibly miss whiting. + Where the devil are my keys?—Here they are. Now then.” + </p> + <p> + He sat down before his desk, took some papers from the top drawer, + rummaged about for a moment or two in another, and found what seemed to be + a couple of charts in oilskin cases. All the time the wind was shaking the + windows, and a storm of rain was beating against the panes. + </p> + <p> + “Help yourself to whisky and soda, Jimmy,” Sir Henry invited, as he + buttoned up his coat. “You'll need it all presently.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you kindly, sir,” Jimmy replied. “I am thinking that we'll both + need a drink before we're through this night.” + </p> + <p> + He helped himself to a whisky and soda on the generous principle of half + and half. Philippa, who was watching her husband's preparations + indignantly, once more found words. + </p> + <p> + “Henry, you are incorrigible!” she exclaimed. “Listen to me if you please. + I insist upon it.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry turned a little impatiently towards her. “Philippa, I really + can't stop now,” he protested. “But you must! You shall!” she cried. “You + shall hear this much from me, at any rate, before you go. What I said the + other day I repeat a thousandfold now.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry glanced at Dumble and motioned his head towards the door. The + fisherman made an awkward exit. + </p> + <p> + “A thousandfold,” Philippa repeated passionately. “You hear, Henry? I do + not consider myself any more your wife. If I am here when you return, it + will be simply because I find it convenient. Your conduct is disgraceful + and unmanly.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear girl!” he remonstrated. “I may be back in twenty-four—possibly + twelve hours.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a matter of indifference to me when you return,” was the curt + reply. “I have finished.” + </p> + <p> + The door was thrown open. + </p> + <p> + “Your oilskins, sir, and flask,” Mills announced, hurrying in, a little + breathless. “You'll forgive my mentioning it, sir, but it scarcely seems a + fit night to leave home.” + </p> + <p> + “Got to be done this once, Mills,” his master replied, struggling into his + coat. + </p> + <p> + The young people from the billiard room suddenly streamed in. Nora, who + was still carrying her cue, gazed at her father in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Why, where's Dad going?” she cried. + </p> + <p> + “It appears,” Philippa explained sarcastically, “that a shoal of whiting + has arrived.” + </p> + <p> + “Very uncertain fish, whiting,” Sir Henry observed, “here to-day and gone + to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't find it too easy getting off to-night, sir,” Harrison remarked + doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Jimmy will see to that,” was the confident reply. “I expect we shall be + amongst them at daybreak. Good-by, everybody! Good-by, Philippa!” + </p> + <p> + His eyes sought his wife's in vain. She had turned towards Lessingham. + </p> + <p> + “You are not hurrying off, are you, Mr. Lessingham?” she asked. “I want + you to show me that new Patience.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be delighted.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry turned slowly away. For a moment his face darkened as his eyes + met Lessingham's. He seemed about to speak but changed his mind. + </p> + <p> + “Well, good-by, every one,” he called out. “I shall be back before + midnight if we don't get out.” + </p> + <p> + “And if you do?” Nora cried. + </p> + <p> + “If we do, Heaven help the whiting!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <p> + “Of course, we're behaving shockingly, all three of us!” Philippa + declared, as she sipped her champagne and leaned back in her seat. + </p> + <p> + “You mean by coming to a place like this?” Lessingham queried, looking + around the crowded restaurant. “We are not, in that case, the only + sinners.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't mean the mere fact of being here,” Philippa explained, “but + being here with you.” + </p> + <p> + “I forgot,” he said gloomily, “that I was such a black sheep.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be silly,” she admonished. “You're nothing of the sort. But, of + course, we are skating on rather thin ice. If I had Henry to consider in + any way, if he had any sort of a career, perhaps I should be more careful. + As it is, I think I feel a little reckless lately. Dreymarsh has got upon + my nerves. The things that I thought most of in life seem to have crumbled + away.” + </p> + <p> + “Ought I to be sorry?” he asked. “I am not.” + </p> + <p> + “But why are you so unsympathetic?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I am waiting by your side to rebuild,” he whispered. + </p> + <p> + A tall, bronzed young soldier with his arm in a sling, stopped before + their table, and Helen, after a moment's protest and a glance at Philippa, + moved away with him to the little space reserved for the dancers. + </p> + <p> + “What a chaperon I am!” Philippa sighed. “I scarcely know anything about + the young man except his name and that he was in Dick's regiment.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not hear it,” Lessingham observed, “but I feel deeply grateful to + him. It is so seldom that I have a chance to talk to you alone like this.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems incredible that we have talked so long,” Philippa said, glancing + at the watch upon her wrist. “I really feel now that I know all about you—your + school days, your college days, and your soldiering. You have been very + frank, haven't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I have nothing to conceal—from you,” he replied. “If there is + anything more you want to know—” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing,” she interrupted uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you are wise,” he reflected, “and yet some day, you know, you + will have to hear it all, over and over again.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not be made love to in a restaurant,” she declared firmly. + </p> + <p> + “You are so particular as to localities,” he complained. “You could not + see your way clear, I suppose, to suggest what you would consider a + suitable environment?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked at him for a moment very earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, don't let us play at things we neither of us feel!” she begged. “And + there is some one there who wants to speak to you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham looked up into the face of the man who had paused before their + table, as one might look into the face of unexpected death. He remained + perfectly still, but the slight colour seemed slowly to be drawn from his + cheeks. Yet the newcomer himself seemed in no way terrifying. He was tall + and largely built, clean-shaven, and with the humourous mouth of an + Irishman or an American. Neither was there anything threatening in his + speech. + </p> + <p> + “Glad to run up against you, Lessingham,” he said, holding out his hand. + “Gay crowd here tonight, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “Very,” Lessingham answered, speaking very much like a man in a dream. + “Lady Cranston, will you permit me to introduce my friend—Mr. + Hayter.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was immediately gracious, and a few moments passed in trivial + conversation. Then Mr. Hayter prepared to depart. + </p> + <p> + “I must be joining my friends,” he observed. “Look in and see me sometime, + Lessingham—Number 72, Milan Court. You know what a nightbird I am. + Perhaps you will call and have a final drink with me when you have + finished here.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be very glad,” Lessingham promised. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hayter passed on, a man, apparently, of many acquaintances, to judge + by his interrupted progress. Lady Cranston looked at her companion. She + was puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “Is that a recent acquaintance,” she asked, “as he addressed you by the + name of Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” was the quiet reply. + </p> + <p> + “You don't wish to talk about him?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” + </p> + <p> + Helen and her partner returned, a few moments later, and the little party + presently broke up. Lessingham drove the two women to their hotel in Dover + Street. + </p> + <p> + “We've had a most delightful evening,” Philippa assured him, as they said + good night. “You are coming round to see us in the morning, aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + “If I may,” Lessingham assented. + </p> + <p> + Helen found her way into Philippa's room, later on that night. She had + nerved herself for a very thankless task. + </p> + <p> + “May I sit down for a few moments?” she asked, a little nervously. “Your + fire is so much better than mine.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa glanced at her friend through the looking-glass before which she + was brushing her hair, and made a little grimace. She felt a forewarning + of what was coming. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, dear,” she replied. “Have you enjoyed your evening?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much, in a way,” was the somewhat hesitating reply. “Of course, + nothing really counts until Dick comes back, but it is nice to talk with + some one who knows him.” + </p> + <p> + “Agreeable conversation,” Philippa remarked didactically, “is one of the + greatest pleasures in life.” + </p> + <p> + “You find Mr. Lessingham very interesting, don't you?” Helen asked. + </p> + <p> + Philippa finished arranging her hair to her satisfaction and drew up an + easy-chair opposite her visitor's. + </p> + <p> + “So you want to talk with me about Mr. Lessingham, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you know that he's in love with you?” Helen began. + </p> + <p> + “I hope he is a little, my dear,” was the smiling reply. “I'm sure I've + tried my best.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't you talk seriously?” Helen pleaded. + </p> + <p> + “I don't altogether see the necessity,” Philippa protested. + </p> + <p> + “I do, and I'll tell you why,” Helen answered. “I don't think Mr. + Lessingham is at all the type of man to which you are accustomed. I think + that he is in deadly earnest about you. I think that he was in deadly + earnest from the first. You don't really care for him, do you, dear?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much, and yet not, perhaps, quite in the way you are thinking of,” + was the quiet reply. + </p> + <p> + “Then please send him away,” Helen begged. + </p> + <p> + “My dear, how can I?” Philippa objected. “He has done us an immense + service, and he can't disobey his orders.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't want him to go away, then?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was silent for several moments. “No,” she admitted, “I don't + think that I do.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't care for Henry any more?” + </p> + <p> + “Just as much as ever,” was the somewhat bitter reply. “That's what I + resent so much. I should like Henry to believe that he had killed every + spark of love in me.” + </p> + <p> + Helen moved across and sat on the arm of her friend's chair. She felt that + she was going to be very daring. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any idea at the back of your mind, dear,” she asked “of making + use of Mr. Lessingham to punish Henry?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa moved a little uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “How hatefully downright you are!” she murmured. “I don't know.” + </p> + <p> + “Because,” Helen continued, “if you have any such idea in your mind, I + think it is most unfair to Mr. Lessingham. You know perfectly well that + anything else between you and him would be impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “And why?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be ridiculous!” Helen exclaimed vigorously. “Mr. Lessingham may + have all the most delightful qualities in the world, but he has attached + himself to a country which no English man or woman will be able to think + of without shuddering, for many years to come. You can't dream of cutting + yourself adrift from your friends and your home and your country! It's too + unnatural! I'm not even arguing with you, Philippa. You couldn't do it! + I'm wholly concerned with Mr. Lessingham. I cannot forget what we owe him. + I think it would be hatefully cruel of you to spoil his life.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's flashes of seriousness were only momentary. She made a little + grimace. She was once more her natural, irresponsible self. + </p> + <p> + “You underrate my charm, Helen,” she declared. “I really believe that I + could make his life instead of spoiling it.” + </p> + <p> + “And you would pay the price?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa, slim and elflike in the firelight, rose from her chair. There + was a momentary cruelty in her face. + </p> + <p> + “I sometimes think,” she said calmly, “that I would pay any price in the + world to make Henry understand how I feel. There, now run along, dear. + You're full of good intentions, and don't think it horrid of me, but + nothing that you could say would make any difference.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't do anything rash?” Helen pleaded. + </p> + <p> + “Well, if I run away with Mr. Lessingham, I certainly can't promise that + I'll send cards out first. Whatever I do, impulse will probably decide.” + </p> + <p> + “Impulse!” + </p> + <p> + “Why not? I trust mine. Can't you?” Philippa added, with a little shrug of + the shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes,” Helen sighed, “they are such wild horses, you know. They lead + one to such terrible places.” + </p> + <p> + “And sometimes,” Philippa replied, “they find their way into the heaven + where our soberer thoughts could never take us. Good night, dear!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <p> + Mr. William Hayter, in the solitude of his chambers at the Milan Court, + was a very altered personage. He extended no welcoming salutation to his + midnight visitor but simply motioned him to a chair. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he began, “is your task finished that you are in London?” + </p> + <p> + “My task,” Lessingham replied, “might just as well never have been entered + upon. The man you sent me to watch is nothing but an ordinary sport-loving + Englishman.” + </p> + <p> + “Really! You have lived as his neighbour for nearly a month, and that is + your impression of him?” + </p> + <p> + “It is,” Lessingham assented. “He has been away sea-fishing, half the + time, but I have searched his house thoroughly.” + </p> + <p> + “Searched his papers, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Every one I could find, and hated the job. There are a good many charts + of the coast, but they are all for the use of the fishermen.” + </p> + <p> + “Wonderful!” Hayter scoffed. “My young friend, you may yet find + distinction in some other walk of life. Our secret service, I fancy, will + very soon be able to dispense with your energies.” + </p> + <p> + “And I with your secret service,” Lessingham agreed heartily. “I dare say + there may be some branches of it in which existence is tolerable. That, + however, does not apply to the task upon which I have been engaged.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been completely duped,” Hayter told him calmly, “and the + information you have sent us is valueless. Sir Henry Cranston, instead of + being the type of man whom you have described, is one of the greatest + experts upon coast defense and mine-laying, in the English Admiralty.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham laughed shortly. + </p> + <p> + “That,” he declared, “is perfectly absurd.” + </p> + <p> + “It is,” Hayter repeated, with emphasis, “the precise truth. Sir Henry + Cranton's fishing excursions are myths. He is simply transferred from his + fishing boat on to one of a little fleet of so-called mine sweepers, from + which he conducts his operations. Nearly every one of the most important + towns on the east coast are protected by minefields of his design.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham was dumbfounded. His companion's manner was singularly + convincing. + </p> + <p> + “But how could Sir Henry or any one else keep this a secret?” he + protested. “Even his wife is scarcely on speaking terms with him because + she believes him to be an idler, and the whole neighbourhood gossips over + his slackness.” + </p> + <p> + “The whole neighbourhood is easily fooled,” Hayter retorted. “There are + one or two who know, however.” + </p> + <p> + “There are one or two,” Lessingham observed grimly, “who are beginning to + suspect me.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a pity,” Hayter admitted, “because it will be necessary for you + to return to Dreymarsh at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Return to Dreymarsh at once? But Cranston is away. There is nothing for + me to do there in his absence.” + </p> + <p> + “He will be back on Wednesday or Thursday night,” was the confident reply. + “He will bring with him the plan of his latest defenses of a town on the + east coast, which our cruiser squadron purpose to bombard. We must have + that chart.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham listened in mute distress. + </p> + <p> + “Could you possibly get me relieved?” he begged. “The fact is—” + </p> + <p> + “We could not, and we will not,” Hayter interrupted fiercely. “Unless you + wish me to denounce you at home as a renegade and a coward, you will go + through with the work which has been allotted to you. Your earlier + mistakes will be forgiven if that chart is in my hands by Friday.” + </p> + <p> + “But how do you know that he will have it?” Lessingham protested. + “Supposing you are right and he is really responsible for the minefields + you speak of, I should think the last thing he would do would be to bring + the chart back to Dreymarsh.” + </p> + <p> + “As a matter of fact, that is precisely what he will do,” Hayter assured + his listener. “He is bringing it back for the inspection of one of the + commissioners for the east coast defense, who is to meet him at his house. + And I wish to warn you, too, Maderstrom, that you will have very little + time. For some reason or other, Cranston is dissatisfied with the secrecy + under which he has been compelled to work, and has applied to the + Admiralty for recognition of his position. Immediately this is given, I + gather that his house will be inaccessible to you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham sat, his arms folded, his eyes fixed upon the fire. His + thoughts were in a turmoil, yet one thing was hatefully clear. Cranston + was not the unworthy slacker he had believed him to be. Philippa's whole + point of view might well be changed by this discovery—especially now + that Cranston had made up his mind to assert himself for his wife's sake. + There was an icy fear in his heart. + </p> + <p> + “You understand,” Hayter persisted coldly, “what it is you have to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly. I shall return by the afternoon train,” was the despairing + reply. + </p> + <p> + “If you succeed,” Hayter continued, “I shall see that you get the usual + acknowledgment, but I will, if you wish it, ask for your transfer to + another branch of the service. I am not questioning your patriotism or + your honour, Maderstrom, but you are not the man for this work.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” Lessingham said. “I am not.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not my affair,” Hayter proceeded, “to enquire too closely into the + means used by our agents in carrying out our designs. That I find you in + London in company with the wife of the man whom you are appointed to + watch, may be a fact capable of the most complete and satisfactory + explanation. I ask no questions. I only remind you that your country, even + though it be only your adopted country, demands from you, as from all + others in her service, unswerving loyalty, a loyalty uninfluenced by the + claims of personal sentiment, duty, or honour. Have I said enough?” + </p> + <p> + “You have said as much as it is wise for you to say,” Lessingham replied, + his voice trembling with suppressed passion. + </p> + <p> + “That is all, then,” the other concluded. “You know where to send or bring + the chart when you have it? If you bring it yourself, it is possible that + something which you may regard as a reward, will be offered to you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham rose a little wearily to his feet. His farewell to Hayter was + cold and lifeless. + </p> + <p> + He left the hotel and started on his homeward way, struggling with a sense + of intolerable depression. The streets through which he passed were sombre + and unlit. + </p> + <p> + A Zeppelin warning, a few hours before, had driven the people to their + homes. There was not a chink of light to be seen anywhere. An intense and + gloomy stillness seemed to brood over the deserted thoroughfares. + Nightbirds on their way home flitted by like shadows. Policemen lurked in + the shadows of the houses. The few vehicles left crawled about with + insufficient lights. Even the warning horns of the taxicab men sounded + furtive and repressed. Lessingham, as he marched stolidly along, felt + curiously in sympathy with his environment. Hayter's news brought him face + to face with that inner problem which had so suddenly become the dominant + factor in his life. For the first time he knew what love was. He felt the + wonder of it, the far-reaching possibilities, the strange idealism called + so unexpectedly into being. He recognized the vagaries of Philippa's + disposition, and yet, during the last few days, he had convinced himself + that she was beginning to care. Her strained relations with her husband + had been, without a doubt, her first incentive towards the acceptance of + his proffered devotion. Now he told himself with eager hopefulness that + some portion of it, however minute, must be for his own sake. The + relations between husband and wife, he reminded himself, must, at any + rate, have been strained during the last few months, or Cranston would + never have been able to keep his secret. In his gloomy passage through + this land of ill omens, however, he shivered a little as he thought of the + other possibility—tortured himself with imagining what might happen + during her revulsion of feeling, if Philippa discovered the truth. A sense + of something greater than he had yet known in life seemed to lift him into + some lofty state of aloofness, from which he could look down and despise + himself, the poor, tired plodder wearing the heavy chains of duty. There + was a life so much more wonderful, just the other side of the clouds, a + very short distance away, a life of alluring and passionate happiness. + Should he ever find the courage, he wondered, to escape from the treadmill + and go in search of it? Duty, for the last two years, had taken him by the + hand and led him along a pathway of shame. He had never been a hypocrite + about the war. He was one of those who had acknowledged from the first + that Germany had set forth, with the sword in her hand, on a war of + conquest. His own inherited martial spirit had vaguely approved; he, too, + in those earlier days, had felt the sunlight upon his rapier. Later had + come the enlightenment, the turbulent waves of doubt, the nightmare of a + nation's awakening conscience, mirrored in his own soul. It was in a + depression shared, perhaps, in a lesser degree by millions of those whose + ranks he had joined, that he felt this passionate craving for escape into + a world which took count of other things. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <p> + Punctually at 12 o'clock the next morning, Lessingham presented himself at + the hotel in Dover Street and was invited by the hall porter to take a + seat in the lounge. Philippa entered, a few minutes later, her eyes and + cheeks brilliant with the brisk exercise she had been taking, her slim + figure most becomingly arrayed in grey cloth and chinchilla. + </p> + <p> + “I lost Helen in Harrod's,” she announced, “but I know she's lunching with + friends, so it really doesn't matter. You'll have to take care of me, Mr. + Lessingham, until the train goes, if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “For even longer than that, if you will,” he murmured. + </p> + <p> + She laughed. “More pretty speeches? I don't think I'm equal to them before + luncheon.” + </p> + <p> + “This time I am literal,” he explained. “I am coming back to Dreymarsh + myself.” + </p> + <p> + He felt his heart beat quicker, a sudden joy possessed him. Philippa's + expression was obviously one of satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “I'm so glad,” she assured him. “Do you know, I was thinking only as I + came back in the taxicab, how I should miss you.” + </p> + <p> + She was standing with her foot upon the broad fender, and her first little + impulse of pleasure seemed to pass as she looked into the fire. She turned + towards him gravely. + </p> + <p> + “After all, do you think you are wise?” she asked. “Of course, I don't + think that any one at Dreymarsh has the least suspicion, but you know + Captain Griffiths did ask questions, and—well, you're safely away + now. You have been so wonderful about Dick, so wonderful altogether,” she + went on, “that I couldn't bear it if trouble were to come.” + </p> + <p> + He smiled at her. + </p> + <p> + “I think I know what is at the back of your mind,” he said. “You think + that I am coming back entirely on your account. As it happens, this is not + so.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him with wide-open eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Surely,” she exclaimed, “you have satisfied yourself that there is no + field for your ingenuity in Dreymarsh?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought that I had,” he admitted. “It seems that I am wrong. I have had + orders to return.” + </p> + <p> + “Orders to return?” she repeated. “From whom?” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I ought not to have asked that,” she proceeded hastily, “but + it does seem odd to realise that you can receive instructions and messages + from Germany, here in London.” + </p> + <p> + “Very much the same sort of thing goes on in Germany,” he reminded her. + </p> + <p> + “So they say,” she admitted, “but one doesn't come into contact with it. + So you are really coming back to Dreymarsh!” + </p> + <p> + “With you, if I may?” + </p> + <p> + “Naturally,” she agreed. + </p> + <p> + He glanced at the clock. “We might almost be starting for lunch,” he + suggested. + </p> + <p> + She nodded. “As soon as I've told Grover about the luggage.” + </p> + <p> + She was absent only a few moments, and then, as it was a dry, sunny + morning, they walked down St. James Street and along Pall Mall to the + Carlton. Philippa met several acquaintances, but Lessingham walked with + his head erect, looking neither to the right nor to the left. + </p> + <p> + “Aren't you sometimes afraid of being recognised?” she asked him. “There + must be a great many men about of your time at Magdalen, for instance?” + </p> + <p> + “Nine years makes a lot of difference,” he reminded her, “and besides, I + have a theory that it is only when the eyes meet that recognition really + takes place. So long as I do not look into any one's face, I feel quite + safe.” + </p> + <p> + “You are sure that you would not like to go to a smaller place than the + Carlton?” + </p> + <p> + “It makes no difference,” he assured her. “My credentials have been + wonderfully established for me.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm so glad,” she confessed. “I know it's most unfashionable, but I do + like these big places. If ever I had my way, I should like to live in + London and have a cottage in the country, instead of living in the country + and being just an hotel dweller in London.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if New York would not do?” he ventured. + </p> + <p> + “I expect I should like New York,” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + “I think,” he said, “in fact, I am almost sure that when I leave here I + shall go to the United States.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him and turned suddenly away. They arrived just then at + their destination, and the moment passed. Lessingham left his companion in + the lounge while he went back into the restaurant to secure his table and + order lunch. When he came back, he found Philippa sitting very upright and + with a significant glitter in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Look over there,” she whispered, “by the palm.” + </p> + <p> + He followed the direction which she indicated. A man was standing against + one of the pillars, talking to a tall, dark woman, obviously a foreigner, + wrapped in wonderful furs. There was something familiar about his figure + and the slight droop of his head. + </p> + <p> + “Why, it's Sir Henry!” Lessingham exclaimed, as the man turned around. + </p> + <p> + “My husband,” Philippa faltered. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry, if indeed it were he, seemed afflicted with a sudden + shortsightedness. He met the incredulous gaze both of Lessingham and his + wife without recognition or any sign of flinching. At that distance it was + impossible to see the tightening of his lips and the steely flash in his + blue eyes. + </p> + <p> + “The whiting seem to have brought him a long way,” Philippa said, with an + unnatural little laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I go and speak to him?” Lessingham asked. + </p> + <p> + “For heaven's sake, no!” she insisted. “Don't leave me. I wouldn't have + him come near me for anything in the world. It is only a few weeks ago + that I begged him to come to London with me, and he said that he hated the + place. You don't know—the woman?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “She looks like a foreigner,” was all he could say. + </p> + <p> + “Take me in to lunch at once,” Philippa begged, rising abruptly to her + feet. “This is really the last straw.” + </p> + <p> + They passed up the stairway and within a few feet of where Sir Henry was + standing. He appeared absorbed, however, in conversation with his + companion, and did not even turn around. Philippa's little face seemed to + have hardened as she took her seat. Only her eyes were still unnaturally + bright. + </p> + <p> + “I am so sorry if this has annoyed you,” Lessingham regretted. “You would + not care to go elsewhere?” + </p> + <p> + “I? Go anywhere else?” she exclaimed scornfully. “Thank you, I am + perfectly satisfied here. And with my companion,” she added, with a + brilliant little smile. “Now tell me about New York. Have you ever been + there?” + </p> + <p> + “Twice,” he told her. “At present the dream of my life is to go there with + you.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him a little wonderingly. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if you really care,” she said. “Men get so much into the habit + of saying that sort of thing to women. Sometimes it seems to me they must + do a great deal of mischief. But you—Is that really your wish?” + </p> + <p> + “I would sacrifice everything that I have ever held dear in life,” he + declared, with his face aglow, “for its realization.” + </p> + <p> + “But you would be a deserter from your country,” she pointed out. “You + would never be able to return. Your estates would be confiscated. You + would be homeless.” + </p> + <p> + “Home,” he said softly, “is where one's heart takes one. Home is just + where love is.” + </p> + <p> + Her eyes, as they met his, were for a moment suspiciously soft. Then she + began to talk very quickly of other things, to compare notes of countries + which they had both visited, even of people whom they had met. They were + obliged to leave early to catch their train. As they passed down the + crowded restaurant they once more found themselves within a few feet of + Sir Henry. His back was turned to them, and he was apparently ignorant of + their near presence. The party had become a partie CarrĂe, another man, + and a still younger and more beautiful woman having joined it. + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” Philippa said, as they descended the stairs, “I am behaving + like an idiot. I ought to go and tell Henry exactly what I think of him, + or pull him away in the approved Whitechapel fashion. We lose so much, + don't we, by stifling our instincts.” + </p> + <p> + “For the next few minutes,” he replied, glancing at his watch, “I think we + had better concentrate our attention upon catching our train.” + </p> + <p> + They reached King's Cross with only a few minutes to spare. Grover, + however, had already secured a carriage, and Helen was waiting for them, + ensconced in a corner. She accepted the news of Lessingham's return with + resignation. Philippa became thoughtful as they drew towards the close of + their journey and the slow, frosty twilight began to creep down upon the + land. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose we don't really know what war is,” she observed, looking out of + the window at a comfortable little village tucked away with a background + of trees and guarded by a weather-beaten old church. “The people are safe + in their homes. You must appreciate what that means, Mr. Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I do,” he answered gravely. “I have seen the earth torn and + dismembered as though by the plough of some destroying angel. A few + blackened ruins where, an hour or so before, a peaceful village stood; men + and women running about like lunatics stricken with a mortal fear. And all + the time a red glow on the horizon, a blood-red glow, and little specks of + grey or brown lying all over the fields; even the cattle racing round in + terror. And every now and then the cry of Death! You are fortunate in + England.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa leaned forward. + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe that our turn will come?” she asked. “Do you believe that + the wave will break over our country?” + </p> + <p> + “Who can tell?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, no, but answer me,” she begged. “Is it possible for you to land an + army here?” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” he replied, “that all things are possible to the military + genius of Germany. The only question is whether it is worth while. Germans + are supposed to be sentimentalists, you know. I rather doubt it. There is + nothing would set the joybells of Berlin clanging so much as the news of a + German invasion of Great Britain. On the other hand, there is a great + party in Germany, and a very far-seeing one, which is continually + reminding the Government that, without Great Britain as a market, Germany + would never recover from the financial strain of the war.” + </p> + <p> + “This is all too impersonal,” Philippa objected. “Do you, in your heart, + believe that the time might come when in the night we should hear the guns + booming in Dreymarsh Bay, and see your grey-clad soldiers forming up on + the beach and scaling our cliffs?” + </p> + <p> + “That will not be yet,” he pronounced. “It has been thought of. Once it + was almost attempted. Just at present, no.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa drew a sigh of relief. + </p> + <p> + “Then your mission in Dreymarsh has nothing to do with an attempted + landing?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing,” he assured her. “I can even go a little further. I can tell you + that if ever we do try to land, it will be in an unsuspected place, in an + unexpected fashion.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it's really very comforting to hear these things at first-hand,” + Philippa declared, with some return to her usual manner. “I suppose we are + really two disgraceful women, Helen and I—traitors and all the rest + of it. Here we sit talking to an enemy as though he were one of our best + friends.” + </p> + <p> + “I refuse to be called an enemy,” Lessingham protested. “There are times + when individuality is a far greater thing than nationality. I am just a + human being, born into the same world and warmed by the same sun as you. + Nothing can alter the fact that we are fellow creatures.” + </p> + <p> + “Dreymarsh once more,” Philippa announced, looking out of the window. “And + you're a terribly plausible person, Mr. Lessingham. Come round and see us + after dinner—if it doesn't interfere with your work.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary,” he murmured under his breath. “Thank you very much.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <p> + Sir Henry was standing with his hands in his pockets and a very blank + expression upon his face, looking out upon the Admiralty Square. He was + alone in a large, barely furnished apartment, the walls of which were so + hung with charts that it had almost the appearance of a schoolroom + prepared for an advanced geography class. The table from which he had + risen was covered with an amazing number of scientific appliances, some + samples of rock and sand, two microscopes and several telephones. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry, having apparently exhausted the possibilities of the outlook, + turned somewhat reluctantly away to find himself confronted by an elderly + gentleman of cheerful appearance, who at that moment had entered the room. + From the fact that he had done so without knocking, it was obvious that he + was an intimate. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my gloomy friend,” the newcomer demanded, “what's wrong with you?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry was apparently relieved to see his visitor. He pushed a chair + towards him and indicated with a gesture of invitation a box of cigars + upon his desk. + </p> + <p> + “Your little Laranagas,” he observed. “Try one.” + </p> + <p> + The visitor opened the box, sniffed at its contents, and helped himself. + </p> + <p> + “Now, then, get at it, Henry,” he enjoined. “I've a Board in half-an-hour, + and three dispatches to read before I go in. What's your trouble?” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Rayton,” was the firm reply, “I want to chuck this infernal + hole-and-corner business. I tell you I've worked it threadbare at + Dreymarsh and it's getting jolly uncomfortable.” + </p> + <p> + The newcomer grinned. + </p> + <p> + “Poor chap!” he observed, watching his cigar smoke curl upwards. “You're + in a nasty mess, you know, Henry. Did I tell you that I had a letter from + your wife the other day, asking me if I couldn't find you a job?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry waited a little grimly, whilst his friend enjoyed the joke. + </p> + <p> + “That's all very well,” he said, “but we are on the point of a separation, + or something of the sort. I'll admit it was all right at first to run the + thing on the Q.T., but that's pretty well busted up by now. Why, according + to your own reports, they know all about me on the other side.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a doubt about it,” the other agreed. “I'm not sure that you haven't + got a spy fellow down at Dreymarsh now.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm quite sure of it,” Sir Henry replied grimly. “The brute was lunching + with my wife at the Carlton to-day, and, as luck would have it, I was + landed with that Russian Admiral's wife and sister-in-law. You're breaking + up the happy home, that's what you're doing, Rayton!” + </p> + <p> + His lordship at any rate seemed to find the process amusing. He laughed + until the tears stood in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I should love to have seen Philippa's face,” he chuckled, “when she + walked into the restaurant and saw you there! You're supposed to be off on + a fishing expedition, aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I went out after whiting,” Sir Henry groaned, “and I'd just promised to + chuck it for a time when I got the Admiral's message.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we'll see to your German spy, anyway,” his visitor promised. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be an ass!” Sir Henry exclaimed irritably. “I don't want the fellow + touched at present. Why, he's been a sort of persona grata at my house. + Hangs around there all the time when I'm away.” + </p> + <p> + “All the more reason for putting an end to his little game, I should say,” + was the cheerful reply. + </p> + <p> + “And have the whole neighbourhood either laughing at my wife and Miss + Fairclough, or talking scandal about them!” Sir Henry retorted. + </p> + <p> + “I forgot that,” his friend confessed ruminatively. “He's a gentlemanly + sort of fellow, from what I hear, but a rotten spy. What do you want done + with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Leave him for me to deal with,” Sir Henry insisted. “I have a little + scheme on hand in which he is concerned.” + </p> + <p> + Rayton scratched his chin doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “The fellow may not be such a fool as he seems,” he reminded his friend. + </p> + <p> + “I won't run any risks,” Sir Henry promised. “I just want him left there, + that's all. And look here, Rayton, you know what I want from you. I quite + agreed to your proposals as to my anonymity at the time when I was up in + Scotland, but the thing's a secret no longer with the people who count. + Every one in Germany knows that I'm a mine-field specialist, so I don't + see why the dickens I should pose any longer as a sort of half-baked + idiot.” + </p> + <p> + Rayton's eyes twinkled. + </p> + <p> + “You want to play the Wilson Barrett hero and make a theatrical disclosure + of your greatness,” he laughed. “Poor Philippa will fall upon her knees. + You will be the hero of the village, which will probably present you with + some little article of plate. You've a good time coming, Henry.” + </p> + <p> + “Talk sense, there's a good fellow,” the other begged. “You go and see the + Chief and put it to him. There isn't a single reason why I shouldn't own + up now.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll see what I can do,” Rayton promised, “but what about this fellow + Lessingham, or whatever else he calls himself, down there? There's a chap + named Griffiths—Commandant, isn't he?—been writing us about + him.” + </p> + <p> + “I won't have Lessingham touched,” Sir Henry insisted. “He can't do any + particular harm down there, and there isn't a line or a drawing of mine + down at Dreymarsh which he isn't welcome to.” + </p> + <p> + Lord Rayton rose to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Henry, old fellow,” he said, “I do sympathise with you up to a + certain point. I tell you what I'll do. I shall have to answer Philippa's + letter, and I'll answer it in such a way that if she is as clever a little + woman as I think she is, she'll get a hint. Of course,” he went on + ruminatively, “it is rather a misfortune that the Princess Ollaneff and + her sister are such jolly good-looking women. Makes it look a little + fishy, doesn't it? What I mean to say is, it's a far cry from fishing for + whiting in the North Sea to lunching with a beautiful princess at the + Carlton—when you think your wife's down in Norfolk.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry threw open the door. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, I've had enough of you, Rayton,” he declared. “You get back + and do an hour's work, if you can bring your mind to it.” + </p> + <p> + The latter assumed a sudden dignity, necessitated by the sound of voices + in the corridor, and departed. The door had scarcely been closed when two + younger men presented themselves—Miles Ensol, Sir Henry's secretary, + a typical-looking young sailor minus his left arm; and a pale-faced, + clean-shaven man of uncertain age, in civilian clothes. Sir Henry shook + hands with the latter and pointed to the easy-chair which his previous + visitor had just vacated. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome back again, Horridge,” he said cordially. “Miles, I'll ring when + I want you.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good, sir,” the secretary replied. “There's a fisherman from Norfolk + downstairs, when you're at liberty.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry nodded. + </p> + <p> + “I'll see him presently. Shut him up somewhere where he can smoke.” + </p> + <p> + The young man withdrew, carefully closing the door, around which Sir + Henry, with a word of apology, arranged a screen. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think,” he explained, “that eavesdropping extends to these + premises, or that our voices could reach outside. Still, a ha'porth of + prevention, eh? Have a cigar, Horridge.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not smoking for a day or two, thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You look as though they'd put you through it,” Sir Henry remarked. + </p> + <p> + His visitor smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I've travelled fourteen miles in a barrel,” he said, “and we were out for + twenty-four hours in a Danish sailing skiff. You know what the weather's + been like in the North Sea. Before that, the last word of writing I saw on + German soil was a placard, offering a reward of five thousand marks for my + detention, with a disgustingly lifelike photograph at the top. I had about + fifty yards of quay to walk in broad daylight, and every other man I + passed turned to stare after me. It gives you the cold shivers down your + back when you daren't look round to see if you're being followed.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry groped in the cupboard of his desk, and produced a bottle of + whisky and a syphon of soda water. His visitor nodded approvingly. + </p> + <p> + “I've touched nothing until I've reached what I consider sanctuary,” he + observed. “My nerves have gone rotten for the first time in my life. Do + you mind, sir, if I lock the door?” + </p> + <p> + “Go ahead,” Sir Henry assented. + </p> + <p> + He brought the whisky and soda himself across the room. Horridge resumed + his seat and held out his hand almost eagerly. For a moment or two he + shook as though he had an ague. Then, just as suddenly as it had come upon + him, the fit passed. He drained the contents of the tumbler at a gulp, set + it down empty by his side, and stretched out his hand for a cigar. + </p> + <p> + “The end of my journey didn't help matters any,” he went on. “I daren't + even make for a Dutch port, and we were picked up eventually by a tramp + steamer from Newcastle to London with coals. I hadn't been on board more + than an hour before a submarine which had been following overhauled us. I + thought it was all up then, but the fog lifted, and we found ourselves + almost in the midst of a squadron of destroyers from Harwich. I made + another transfer, and they landed me in time to catch the early morning + train from Felixstowe.” + </p> + <p> + “Did they get the submarine?” his listener asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Get it!” the other repeated, with a smile. “They blew it into scrap + metal.” + </p> + <p> + “Plenty of movement in your life!” + </p> + <p> + “I've run the gauntlet over there once too often,” Horridge said grimly. + “Just look at me now, Sir Henry. I'm twenty-nine years old, and it's only + two years and a half since I was invalided out of the navy and took this + job on. The last person I asked to guess my age put me down at fifty. What + should you have said?” + </p> + <p> + “Somewhere near it,” was the candid admission. “Never mind, Horridge, + you've done your bit. You shall pass on your experience to a new hand, + take your pension and try the south coast of England for a few months. Now + let's get on with it. You know what I want to hear about.” + </p> + <p> + Horridge produced from his pocket a long strip of paper. + </p> + <p> + “They're there, sir,” he announced, “coaled to the scuppers, every man + standing to stations and steam up. There's the list.” + </p> + <p> + He handed the paper across to Sir Henry, who glanced it down. + </p> + <p> + “The fast cruiser squadron,” he observed. “Hm! Three new ships we haven't + any note of. No transports, then, Horridge?'” + </p> + <p> + “Not a sign of one, sir,” was the reply. “They're after a bombardment.” + </p> + <p> + He rose to his feet, walked to a giant map of England, and touched a + certain port on the east coast. Sir Henry's eyes glistened. + </p> + <p> + “You're sure?” + </p> + <p> + “It is a certainty,” Horridge replied. “I've been on three of those ships. + I've dined with four of the officers. They're under sealed orders, and the + crew believes that they're going to escort out half a dozen commerce + destroyers. But I have the truth. That's their objective,” Horridge + repeated, touching once more the spot upon the map, “and they are waiting + just for one thing.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry smiled thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “I know what they're waiting for,” he said. “Perhaps if they'd a Herr + Horridge to send over here for it, they'd have got it before now. As it is—well, + I'm not sure,” he went on. “It seems a pity to disappoint them, doesn't + it? I'd love to give them a run for their money.” + </p> + <p> + Horridge smiled faintly. He knew a good deal about his companion. + </p> + <p> + “They're spoiling for it, sir,” he admitted. Sir Henry spoke down a + telephone and a few minutes later Ensol reappeared. + </p> + <p> + “Find Mr. Horridge a comfortable room,” his chief directed, “and one of + our confidential typists. You can make out your report at your leisure,” + he went on. “Come in and see me when it's all finished.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, sir,” Horridge replied, rising. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry held out his hand. He looked with something like wonder at the + nerve-shattered man who had risen to his feet with a certain air of + briskness. + </p> + <p> + “Horridge,” he said, “I wish I had your pluck.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know any one in the service from whom you need borrow any, sir,” + was the quiet reply. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <p> + Lessingham sat upon a fallen tree on Dutchman's Common near the scene of + his romantic descent, and looked rather ruefully over the moorland, + seawards. Above him, the sky was covered with little masses of quickly + scudding clouds. A fugitive and watery sunshine shone feebly upon a + wind-tossed sea and a rain-sodden landscape. He found a certain grim + satisfaction in comparing the disorderliness of the day with the tumult in + his own life. He felt that he had embarked upon an enterprise greater than + his capacity, for which he was in many ways entirely unsuitable. And + behind him was the scourge of the telegram which he had received a few + hours ago, a telegram harmless enough to all appearance, but which, + decoded, was like a scourge to his back. + </p> + <p> + Your work is unsatisfactory and your slackness deserves reprobation. Great + events wait upon you. The object of your search is necessary for our + imminent operations. + </p> + <p> + The sound of a horse's hoofs disturbed him. Captain Griffiths, on a great + bay mare, glanced curiously at the lonely figure by the roadside, and then + pulled up. + </p> + <p> + “Back again, Mr. Lessingham?” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “As you see.” + </p> + <p> + The Commandant fidgeted with his horse for a moment. Then he approached a + little nearer to Lessingham's side. + </p> + <p> + “You are a good walker, I perceive, Mr. Lessingham,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “When the fancy takes me,” was the equable reply. + </p> + <p> + “Have you come out to see our new guns?” + </p> + <p> + “I had no idea,” Lessingham answered indifferently, “that you had any.” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths smiled. + </p> + <p> + “We have a small battery of anti-aircraft guns, newly arrived from the + south of England,” he said. “The secret of their coming and their locality + has kept the neighbourhood in a state of ferment for the last week.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham remained profoundly uninterested. + </p> + <p> + “They most of them spotted the guns,” his companion continued, “but not + many of them have found the searchlights yet.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems a little late in the year,” Lessingham observed, “to be making + preparations against Zeppelins.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, they cross here pretty often, you know,” Griffiths reminded him. + “It's only a matter of a few weeks ago that one almost came to grief on + this common. We picked up their observation car not fifty yards from where + you are sitting.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember hearing about it,” Lessingham acknowledged. + </p> + <p> + “By-the-by,” the Commandant continued, smoothing his horse's neck, “didn't + you arrive that evening or the evening after?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe I did.” + </p> + <p> + “Liverpool Street or King's Cross? The King's Cross train was very nearly + held up.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't come by train at all,” Lessingham replied, glancing for a moment + into the clouds, “And now I come to think of it, it must have been the + evening after.” + </p> + <p> + “Fine county for motoring,” Griffiths continued, stroking his horse's + head. + </p> + <p> + “The roads I have been on seem very good,” was the somewhat bored + admission. + </p> + <p> + “You haven't a car of your own here, have you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths glanced between his horse's ears for a few moments. Then + he turned once more towards his companion. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham,” he said, “you are aware that I am Commandant here?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe,” Lessingham replied, “that Lady Cranston told me so.” + </p> + <p> + “It is my duty, therefore,” Griffiths went on, “to take a little more than + ordinary interest in casual visitors, especially at this time of the year. + The fact that you are well-known to Lady Cranston is, of course, an + entirely satisfactory explanation of your presence here. At the same time, + there is certain information concerning strangers of which we keep a + record, and in your case there is a line or two which we have not been + able to fill up.” + </p> + <p> + “If I can be of any service,” Lessingham murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Precisely,” the other interrupted. “I knew you would feel like that. Now + your arrival here—we have the date, I think—October 6th. As + you have just remarked, you didn't come by train. How did you come?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham's surprise was apparently quite genuine. + </p> + <p> + “Is that a question which you ask me to answer—officially?” he + enquired. + </p> + <p> + His interlocutor shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “I am not putting official questions to you at all,” he replied, “nor am I + cross-examining you, as might be my duty, under the circumstances, simply + because your friendship with the Cranstons is, of course, a guarantee as + to your position. But on the other hand, I think it would be reasonable if + you were to answer my question.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you are right,” he admitted. “As you can tell by finding me here + this afternoon, I am a great walker. I arrived—on foot.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” Griffiths reflected. “The other question which we usually ask is, + where was your last stopping place?” + </p> + <p> + “Stopping place?” Lessingham murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, where did you sleep the night before you came here?” Griffiths + persisted. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham shook his head as though oppressed by some distasteful memory. + </p> + <p> + “But I did not sleep at all,” he complained. “It was one of the worst + nights which I have ever spent in my life.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths gathered up his reins. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said with clumsy sarcasm, “I am much obliged to you, Mr. + Lessingham, for the straight-forward way in which you have answered my + questions. I won't bother you any more just at present. Shall I see you + to-morrow night at Mainsail Haul?” + </p> + <p> + “Lady Cranston has asked me to dine,” was the somewhat reserved reply. + </p> + <p> + His inquisitor nodded and cantered away. Lessingham looked after him until + he had disappeared, then he turned his face towards Dreymarsh and walked + steadily into the lowering afternoon. Twilight was falling as he reached + Mainsail Haul, where he found Philippa entertaining some callers, to whom + she promptly introduced him. Lessingham gathered, almost in the first few + minutes, that his presence in Dreymarsh was becoming a subject of comment. + </p> + <p> + “My husband has played bridge with you at the club, I think,” a lady by + whose side he found himself observed. “You perhaps didn't hear my name—Mrs. + Johnson?” + </p> + <p> + “I congratulate you upon your husband,” Lessingham replied. “I remember + him perfectly well because he kept his temper when I revoked.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear me!” she exclaimed. “He must have taken a fancy to you, then. As a + rule, they rather complain about him at bridge.” + </p> + <p> + “I formed the impression,” Lessingham continued, “that he was rather a + better player than the majority of the performers there.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Johnson, who was a dark and somewhat forbidding-looking lady, smiled. + </p> + <p> + “He thinks so, at any rate,” she conceded. “Didn't he tell me that you + were invalided home from the front?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure that it was not mentioned,” he said. “We walked home + together as far as the hotel one evening, but we spoke only of the golf + and some shooting in the neighbourhood.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa, who had been maneuvering to attract Lessingham's attention, + suddenly dropped the cake basket which she was passing. There was a little + commotion. Lessingham went down on his hands and knees to help collect the + fragments, and she found an opportunity to whisper in his ear. + </p> + <p> + “Be careful. That woman is a cat. Stay and talk to me. Please don't + bother, Mr. Lessingham. Won't you ring the bell instead?” she continued, + raising her voice. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham did as he was asked, and affected not to notice Mrs. Johnson's + inviting smile as he returned. Philippa made room for him by her side. + </p> + <p> + “Helen and I were talking this afternoon, Mr. Lessingham,” she said, “of + the days when you and Dick were both in the Magdalen Eleven and both had + just a chance of being chosen for the Varsity. You never played, did you?” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “No such luck. In any case, Richard would have been in well before me. I + always maintained that he was the first of our googlie bowlers.” + </p> + <p> + “So you were at Magdalen with Major Felstead?” another caller remarked in + mild wonder. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham and my brother were great friends,” Philippa explained. + “Mr. Lessingham used to come down to shoot in Cheshire.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Cranston's guests were all conscious of a little indefinable + disappointment. The gossip concerning this stranger's appearance in + Dreymarsh was practically strangled. Mrs. Johnson, however, fired a + parting shot as she rose to go. + </p> + <p> + “You were not in the same regiment as Major Felstead, were you, Mr. + Lessingham?” she asked. “No,” he answered calmly. + </p> + <p> + Philippa was busy with her adieux. Mrs. Johnson remained indomitable. + </p> + <p> + “What was your regiment, Mr. Lessingham?” she persisted. “You must forgive + my seeming inquisitive, but I am so interested in military affairs.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham bowed courteously. + </p> + <p> + “I do not remember alluding to my soldiering at all,” he said coolly, “but + as a matter of fact I am in the Guards.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Johnson accepted Philippa's hand and the inevitable. Her good-by to + Lessingham was most affable. She walked up the road with the vicar. + </p> + <p> + “I think, Vicar,” she said severely, “that for a small place, Dreymarsh is + becoming one of the worst centres of gossip I ever knew. Every one has + been saying all sorts of unkind things about that charming Mr. Lessingham, + and there you are—Major Felstead's friend and a Guardsman! Somehow + or other, I felt that he belonged to one of the crack regiments. I shall + certainly ask him to dinner one night next week.” + </p> + <p> + The vicar nodded benignly. He had the utmost respect for Mrs. Johnson's + cook, and his own standard of social desirability, to which the object of + their discussion had attained. + </p> + <p> + “I should be happy to meet Mr. Lessingham at any time,” he pronounced, + with ample condescension. “I noticed him in church last Sunday morning.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <p> + “My dear man, whatever shall I do with you!” Philippa exclaimed + pathetically, as the door closed upon the last of her callers. “The + Guards, indeed!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham smiled as he resumed his place by her side. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “I told the dear lady the truth. You will find my name + well up in the list of the thirty-first battalion of the Prussian Guards.” + </p> + <p> + She threw herself back in her chair and laughed. “How amusing it would be + if it weren't all so terrible! You really are a perfect political Raffles. + Do you know that this afternoon you have absolutely reestablished + yourself? Mr. Johnson will probably call on you to-morrow—they may + even ask you to dine—the vicar will write and ask for a + subscription, and Dolly Fenwick will invite you to play golf with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not turn my head,” he begged. + </p> + <p> + “All the same,” Philippa continued, more gravely, “I shall never have a + moment's peace whilst you are in the place. I was thinking about you last + night. I don't believe I have ever realised before how terrible it would + be if you really were discovered. What would they do to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever they might do,” he replied, a little wearily, “I must obey + orders. My orders are to remain here, but even if I were told that I might + go, I should find it hard.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean that?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I think you know,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “You men are so strange,” she went on, after a moment's pause. “You give + us so little time to know you, you show us so little of yourselves and you + expect so much.” + </p> + <p> + “We offer everything,” he reminded her. + </p> + <p> + “I want to avoid platitudes,” she said thoughtfully, “but is love quite + the same thing for a man as for a woman?” + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes it is more,” was the prompt reply. “Sometimes love, for a + woman, means only shelter; often, for a man, love means the blending of + all knowledge, of all beauty, all ambition, of all that he has learned + from books and from life. Sometimes a man can see no further and needs to + look no further.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa suddenly felt that she was in danger. There was something in her + heart of which she had never before been conscious, some music, some + strange turn of sentiment in Lessingham's voice or the words themselves. + It was madness, she told herself breathlessly. She was in love with her + husband, if any one. She could not have lost all feeling for him so soon. + She clasped her hands tightly. Lessingham seemed conscious of his + advantage, and leaned towards her. + </p> + <p> + “If I were not offering you my whole life,” he pleaded, “believe me, I + would not open my lips. If I were thinking of episodes, I would throw + myself into the sea before I asked you to give me even your fingers. But + you, and you alone, could fill the place in my life which I have always + prayed might be filled, not for a year or even a decade of years, but for + eternity.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but you forget!” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + “I remember so much,” he replied, “that I know it is hard for you to + speak. There are bonds which you have made sacred, and your fingers shrink + from tearing them asunder. If it were not for this, Philippa—hear + the speech of a renegade—my mandate should be torn in pieces. My + instructions should flutter into the waste-paper basket, To-morrow should + see us on our way to a new country and a new life. But you must be very + sure indeed.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it because of me that you are staying here?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Upon my honour, no,” he assured her. “I must stay here a little longer, + whatever it may mean for me. And so I am content to remain what I am to + you at this minute. I ask from you only that you remain just what you are. + But when the moment of my freedom comes, when my task here is finished and + I turn to go, then I must come to you.” + </p> + <p> + She rose suddenly to her feet, crossed the floor, and threw open the + window. The breeze swept through the room, flapping the curtains, blowing + about loose articles into a strange confusion. She stood there for several + moments, as though in search of some respite from the emotional atmosphere + upon which she had turned her back. When she finally closed the window, + her hair was in little strands about her face. Her eyes were soft and her + lips quivering. + </p> + <p> + “You make me feel,” she said, taking his hand for a moment and looking at + him almost piteously, “you make me feel everything except one thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Except one thing?” he repeated. + </p> + <p> + “Can't you understand?” she continued, stretching out her hand with a + quick, impulsive little movement. “I am here in Henry's house, his wife, + the mistress of his household. All the years we've been married I have + never thought of another man. I have never indulged in even the idlest + flirtation. And now suddenly my life seems upside down. I feel as though, + if Henry stood before me now, I would strike him on the cheek. I feel sore + all over, and ashamed, but I don't know whether I have ceased to love him. + I can't tell. Nothing seems to help me. I close my eyes and I try to think + of that new world and that new life, and I know that there is nothing + repulsive in it. I feel all the joy and the strength of being with you. + And then there is Henry in the background. He seems to have had so much of + my love.” + </p> + <p> + He saw the tears gathering in her eyes, and he smiled at her + encouragingly. + </p> + <p> + “Remember that at this moment I am asking you for nothing,” he said. “Just + think these things out. It isn't really a matter for sorrow,” he + continued. “Love must always mean happiness—for the one who is + loved.” + </p> + <p> + She leaned back in the corner of the sofa to which he had led her, her + eyes dry now but still very soft and sweet. He sat by her side, fingering + some of the things in her work basket. Once she held out her hand and + seemed to find comfort in his clasp. He raised her fingers to his lips + without any protest from her. She looked at him with a little smile. + </p> + <p> + “You know, I'm not at all an Ibsen heroine,” she declared. “I can't see my + way like those wonderful emancipated women.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet,” he said thoughtfully, “the way to the simple things is so clear.” + </p> + <p> + Confidences were at an end for a time, broken up by the entrance of Nora + and Helen, and some young men from the Depot, who had looked in for a game + of billiards. Lessingham rose to leave as soon as the latter had returned + to their game. His tone and manner now were completely changed. He seemed + ill at ease and unhappy. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to have a day's fishing to-morrow,” he told Philippa, “but I + must admit that I have very little faith in this man Oates. They all tell + me that your husband has any number of charts of the coast. Do you think I + could borrow one?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course,” she replied, “if we can find it.” + </p> + <p> + She took him over to her husband's desk, opened such of the drawers as + were not locked, and searched amongst their contents ruthlessly. By the + time they had finished the last drawer, Lessingham had quite a little + collection of charts, more or less finished, in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know where else to look,” she said. “You might go through those + and see if they are of any use. What is it, Mills?” she added, turning to + the door. + </p> + <p> + Mills had entered noiselessly, and was watching the proceedings at Sir + Henry's desk with a distinct lack of favour. He looked away towards his + mistress, however, as he replied. + </p> + <p> + “The young woman has called with reference to a situation as parlour-maid, + your ladyship,” he announced. “I have shown her into the sewing room.” + Lady Cranston glanced at the clock. + </p> + <p> + “I sha'n't be more than five or ten minutes,” she promised Lessingham. + “Just look through those till I come back.” + </p> + <p> + She hurried away, leaving Lessingham alone in the room. He stood for a + moment listening. On the left-hand side, through the door which had been + left ajar, he could hear the click of billiard balls and occasional peals + of laughter. On the right-hand side there was silence. He moved swiftly + across the room and closed the door leading into the billiard room, + deposited on the sofa the charts which he had been carrying, and hurried + back to the secretary. With a sickening feeling of overwhelming guilt, he + drew from his pocket a key and opened, one by one, the drawers through + which they had not searched. It took him barely five minutes to discover—nothing. + With an air of relief he rearranged everything. When Philippa returned, he + was sitting on the lounge, going through the charts which they had looked + out together. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing here,” he decided, “which will help me very much. With + your permission I will take this,” he added, selecting one at random. + </p> + <p> + She nodded and they replaced the others. Then she touched him on the arm. + </p> + <p> + “Listen,” she said, “are you perfectly certain that there is no one + coming?” + </p> + <p> + He listened for a moment. + </p> + <p> + “I can't hear any one,” he answered. “They've started a four-handed game + of pool in the billiard room.” + </p> + <p> + She smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Then I will disclose to you Henry's dramatic secret. See!” + </p> + <p> + She touched the spring in the side of the secretary. The false back, with + its little collection of fishing flies, rolled slowly up. The large and + very wonderful chart on which Sir Henry had bestowed so much of his time, + was revealed. Lessingham gazed at it eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “There!” she said. “That has been a great labour of love with Henry. It is + the chart, on a great scale, from which he works. I don't know a thing + about it, and for heaven's sake never tell Henry that you have seen it.” + </p> + <p> + He continued to examine the chart earnestly. Not a part of it escaped him. + Then he turned back to Philippa. + </p> + <p> + “Is that supposed to be the coast on the other side of the point?” he + asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don't exactly know where it is,” she replied. “Every time Henry finds + out anything new, he comes and works at it. I believe that very soon it + will be perfect. Then he will start on another part of the coast.” + </p> + <p> + “This is not the only one that he has prepared, then?” Lessingham + enquired. + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “I believe it is the fifth,” she replied. “They all disappear when they + are finished, but I have no idea where to. To me they seem to represent a + shocking waste of time.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham was suddenly taciturn. He held out his hand. “You are dining + with us to-morrow night, remember,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I am not likely to forget,” he assured her. + </p> + <p> + “And don't get drowned,” she concluded. “I don't know any of these + fishermen—I hate them all—but I'm told that Oates is the + worst.” + </p> + <p> + “I think that we shall be quite all right,” he assured her. “Thanks very + much for finding me the charts. What I have seen will help me.” + </p> + <p> + Helen came in for a moment and their farewell was more or less + perfunctory. Lessingham was almost thankful to escape. There was an + unusual flush in his cheeks, a sense of bitter humiliation in his heart. + All the fervour with which he had started on his perilous quest had faded + away. No sense of duty or patriotism could revive his drooping spirits. He + felt himself suddenly an unclean and dishonoured being. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI + </h2> + <p> + Towards three o'clock on the following afternoon, the boisterous wind of + an uncertain morning settled down to worse things. It tore the spray from + the crest of the gathering waves, dashed it even against the French + windows of Mainsail Haul, and came booming down the open spaces + cliffwards, like the rumble of some subterranean artillery. A little group + of fishermen in oilskins leaned over the railing and discussed the chances + of Ben Oates bringing his boat in safely. Philippa, also, distracted by a + curious anxiety, stood before the blurred window, gazing into what seemed + almost a grey chaos. “Captain Griffiths, your ladyship.” + </p> + <p> + She turned around quickly at the announcement. Even an unwelcome caller at + that moment was almost a relief to her. + </p> + <p> + “How nice of you to come and see me on such an afternoon, Captain + Griffiths,” she exclaimed, as they shook hands. “Helen is over at the + Canteen, Nora is hard at work for once in her life, and I seem most + dolefully alone.” + </p> + <p> + Her visitor's reception of Philippa's greeting promised little in the way + of enlivenment. He seemed more awkward and ill at ease than ever, and his + tone was almost threatening. + </p> + <p> + “I am very glad to find you alone, Lady Cranston,” he said. “I came + specially to have a few words with you on a certain matter.” + </p> + <p> + Her momentary impulse of relief at his visit passed away. There seemed to + her something sinister in his manner. She was suddenly conscious that + there was a new danger to be faced, and that this man's attitude towards + her was, for some reason or other, inimical. After the first shock, + however, she prepared herself to do battle. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you seem very mysterious,” she observed. “I haven't broken any + laws, have I? No lights flashing from any of my windows?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as I am aware, there are no complaints of the sort,” the + Commandant acknowledged, still speaking with an unnatural restraint. “My + call, I hope, may be termed, to some extent, at least, a friendly one.” + </p> + <p> + “How nice!” she sighed. “Then you'll have some tea, won't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present, if you please,” he begged. “I have come to talk to you + about Mr. Hamar Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + “Really?” Philippa exclaimed. “Whatever has that poor man been doing now.” + </p> + <p> + “Dreymarsh,” her visitor proceeded, “having been constituted, during the + last few months, a protected area, it is my duty to examine and enquire + into the business of any stranger who appears here. Mr. Hamar Lessingham + has been largely accepted without comment, owing to his friendship with + you. I regret to state, however, that certain facts have come to my + knowledge which make me wonder whether you yourself may not in some + measure have been deceived.” + </p> + <p> + “This sounds very ridiculous,” Philippa interposed quietly. + </p> + <p> + “A few weeks ago,” Captain Griffith continued, “we received information + that this neighbourhood would probably be visited by some person connected + with the Secret Service of Germany. There is strong evidence that the + person in question is Mr. Hamar Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + “A graduate of Magdalen, my brother's intimate friend, and a frequent + visitor at my father's house in Cheshire,” Philippa observed, with faint + sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + “The possibility of your having made a mistake, Lady Cranston,” Captain + Griffiths rejoined, “has, I must confess, only just occurred to me. The + authorities at Magdalen College have been appealed to, and no one of the + name of Lessingham was there during any one of your brother's terms.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa took the blow well. She simply stared at her caller in a + noncomprehending manner. + </p> + <p> + “We have also information,” he continued gravely, “from Wood Norton Hall—from + your mother, in fact, Lady Cranston—that no college friend of your + brother, of that name, has ever visited Wood Norton.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on,” Philippa begged, a little faintly. “Did I ever live there myself? + Was Richard ever at Magdalen?” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths proceeded with the air of a man who has a task to finish + and intends to do so, regardless of interruptions. + </p> + <p> + “I have had some conversation with Mr. Lessingham, in the course of which + I asked him to explain his method of reaching here, and his last + habitation. He simply fenced with me in the most barefaced fashion. He + practically declined to give me any account of himself.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa rose and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose I must give you some tea,” she said, “although you seem to have + come here on purpose to make my head ache.” + </p> + <p> + “My object in coming here,” Captain Griffiths rejoined, a little stiffly, + “is to save you some measure of personal annoyance.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, please don't think that I am ungrateful,” Philippa begged. “Of + course, it is all some absurd mistake, and I'm sure we shall get to the + bottom of it presently—Tell me what you think of the storm?” she + added, as Mills entered with the tea tray. “Do you think it will get any + worse, because I am terrified to death already?” + </p> + <p> + “I am no judge of the weather here,” he confessed. “I believe the + fishermen are preparing for something unusual.” + </p> + <p> + She seated herself before the tea tray and insisted upon performing her + duties as hostess. Afterwards she laid her hand upon his arm and addressed + him with an air of complete candour. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Captain Griffiths,” she began, “do listen to me. Just one moment of + common sense, if you please. What do you suppose there could possibly be + in our harmless seaside village to induce any one to risk his life by + coming here on behalf of the Secret Service of Germany?” + </p> + <p> + “Dreymarsh,” Captain Griffiths replied, “was not made a prohibited area + for nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear man, be reasonable,” Philippa persisted. “There are perhaps + a thousand soldiers in the place, the usual preparations along the cliff + for coast defence, a small battery of anti-aircraft guns, and a couple of + searchlights. There isn't a grocer's boy in the place who doesn't know all + this. There's no concealment about it. You must admit that Germany doesn't + need to send over a Secret Service agent to acquaint herself with these + insignificant facts.” + </p> + <p> + Her visitor smiled very faintly. It was the first time he had relaxed even + so far as this. + </p> + <p> + “I am not in possession of any information which I can impart to you, Lady + Cranston,” he said, “but I am not prepared to accept your statement that + Dreymarsh contains nothing of greater interest than the things which you + have mentioned.” + </p> + <p> + There was no necessity for Philippa to play a part now. The suggestion + contained in her visitor's words had really left her in a state of wonder. + </p> + <p> + “You are making my flesh creep!” she exclaimed. “You don't mean to say + that we have secrets here?” + </p> + <p> + “I have said the last word which it is possible for me to say upon the + subject,” he declared. “You will understand, I am sure, that I am not here + in the character of an inquisitor. I simply thought it my duty, in view of + the fact that you had made yourself the social sponsor for Mr. Lessingham, + to place certain information before you, and to ask, unofficially, of + course, if you have any explanation to give? You may even,” he went on, + hesitatingly, “appreciate the motives which led me to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear man, what explanation could I have?” Philippa protested, “it is + an absolute and undeniable fact that Mr. Lessingham was at Magdalen with + my brother, and also that he visited us at Wood Norton. I know both these + things of my own knowledge. The only possible explanation, therefore, is + that you have been misinformed.” + </p> + <p> + “Or,” Captain Griffiths ventured, “that Mr. Hamar Lessingham in those days + passed under another name.” + </p> + <p> + “Another name?” Philippa faltered. + </p> + <p> + “Some such name, perhaps,” he continued, “as Bertram Maderstrom.” + </p> + <p> + There was a short silence. Captain Griffiths had leaned back in his chair + and was caressing his upper lip. His eyes were fixed upon Philippa and + Philippa saw nothing. Her little heel dug hard into the carpet. In a few + seconds the room ceased to spin. Nevertheless, her voice sounded to her + pitifully inadequate. + </p> + <p> + “What an absurdity all this is!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom,” Captain Griffiths said thoughtfully, “was, curiously enough, + an intimate college friend of your brother's. He was also a visitor at + Wood Norton Hall. At neither place is there any trace of Mr. Hamar + Lessingham. Perhaps you have made a mistake, Lady Cranston. Perhaps you + have recognised the man and failed to remember his name. If so, now is the + moment to declare it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very much obliged to you,” Philippa retorted, “but I have never met + or heard of this Mr. Maderstrom—” + </p> + <p> + “Baron Maderstrom,” he interrupted. + </p> + <p> + “Baron Maderstrom, then, in my life; whereas Mr. Lessingham I remember + perfectly.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry,” Captain Griffiths said, setting down his empty teacup and + rising slowly to his feet. “We cannot help one another, then.” + </p> + <p> + “If you want me to transfer Mr. Lessingham, whom I remember perfectly, + into a German baron whom I never heard of,” Philippa declared boldly, “I + am afraid that we can't.” + </p> + <p> + “Baron Maderstrom was a Swedish nobleman,” Captain Griffiths observed. + </p> + <p> + “Swedish or German, I know nothing of him,” Philippa persisted. + </p> + <p> + “There remains, then, nothing more to be said.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid not,” Philippa agreed sweetly. + </p> + <p> + “Under the circumstances,” Captain Griffiths asked, “you will not, I am + sure, expect me to dine to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if you object to meeting Mr. Hamar Lessingham,” Philippa replied. + </p> + <p> + Her visitor's face suddenly darkened, and Philippa wondered vaguely + whether anything more than professional suspicion was responsible for that + little storm of passion which for a moment transformed his appearance. He + quickly recovered, however. + </p> + <p> + “I may still,” he concluded, moving towards the door, “be forced to + present myself here in another capacity.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII + </h2> + <p> + The confinement of the house, after the departure of her unwelcome + visitor, stifled Philippa. Attired in a mackintosh, with a scarf around + her head, she made her way on to the quay, and, clinging to the railing, + dragged herself along to where the fishermen were gathered together in a + little group. The storm as yet showed no signs of abatement. + </p> + <p> + “Has anything been heard of Ben Oates' boat?” she enquired. + </p> + <p> + An old fisherman pointed seawards. + </p> + <p> + “There she comes, ma'am, up on the crest of that wave; look!” + </p> + <p> + “Will she get in?” Philippa asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + There were varied opinions, expressed in indistinct mutterings. + </p> + <p> + “She's weathering it grand,” the fisherman to whom she had first spoken, + declared. “We've a line ready yonder, and we're reckoning on getting 'em + ashore all right. Lucky for Ben that the gentleman along with him is a + fine sailor. Look at that, mum!” he added in excitement. “See the way he + brought her head round to it, just in time. Boys, they'll come in on the + next one!” + </p> + <p> + One by one the sailors made their way to the very edge of the + wave-splashed beach. There were a few more minutes of breathless anxiety. + Then, after the boat had disappeared completely from sight, hidden by a + huge grey wall of sea, she seemed suddenly to climb to the top of it, to + hover there, to become mixed up with the spray and the surf and a great + green mass of waters, and then finally, with a harsh crash of timbers and + a shout from the fishermen, to be flung high and dry upon the stones. + Philippa, clutching the iron railing, saw for a moment nothing but chaos. + Her knees became weak. She was unable to move. There was a queer dizziness + in her ears. The sound of voices sounded like part of an unreal nightmare. + Then she was aware of a single figure climbing the steps towards her. + There was blood trickling down his face from the wound in the forehead, + and he was limping slightly. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham!” she called out, as he reached the topmost step. + </p> + <p> + He took an eager step towards her. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa!” he exclaimed. “Why, what are you doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “I was frightened,” she faltered. “Are you hurt?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in the least,” he assured her. “We had a rough sail home, that's all, + and that fellow Oates drank himself half unconscious. Come along, let me + help you up the steps and out of this.” + </p> + <p> + She clung to his arm, and they struggled up the private path to the house. + Mills let them in with many expressions of concern, and Helen came + hurrying to them from the background. + </p> + <p> + “I went out to see the storm,” Philippa explained weakly, “and I saw Mr. + Lessingham's boat brought in.” + </p> + <p> + “And Mr. Lessingham will come this way at once,” Helen insisted. “I + haven't had a real case since I got my certificate, and I'm going to bind + his head up.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa began to feel her strength returning. The horror which lay behind + those few minutes of nightmare rose up again in her mind. Mills had + hurried on into the bathroom, and the other two were preparing to follow. + She stopped them. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham,” she said, “listen. Captain Griffiths has been here. He + knows or guesses everything.” + </p> + <p> + “Everything?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Helen must bind your head up, of course,” she continued. “After that, + think! What can we do? Captain Griffiths knows that there was no Hamar + Lessingham at college with Dick, that he never visited Wood Norton, that + there is some mystery about your arrival here, and he told me to my face + that he believes you to be Bertram Maderstrom.” + </p> + <p> + “What a meddlesome fellow!” Lessingham grumbled, holding his handkerchief + to his forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, please be serious!” Helen begged, looking up from the bandage which + she was preparing. “This is horrible!” + </p> + <p> + “Don't I know it!” Philippa groaned. “Mr. Lessingham, you must please try + and escape from here. You can have the car, if you like. There must be + some place where you can go and hide until you can get away from the + country.” + </p> + <p> + “But I'm dining here to-night,” Lessingham protested. “I'm not going to + hide anywhere.” + </p> + <p> + The two women exchanged glances of despair. + </p> + <p> + “Can't I make you understand!” Philippa exclaimed pathetically. “You're in + danger here—really in danger!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham's demeanour showed no appreciation of the situation. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I can quite understand,” he said, “that Griffiths is + suspicious about me, but, after all, no one can prove that I have broken + the law here, and I shall not make things any better by attempting an + opera bouffe flight. Can I have my head tied up and come and talk to you + about it later on?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, if you like,” Philippa assented weakly. “I can't argue.” + </p> + <p> + She made her way up to her room and changed her wet clothes. When she came + down, Lessingham was standing on the hearth rug in the library, with a + piece of buttered toast in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. His + head was very neatly bound up, and he seemed quite at his ease. + </p> + <p> + “You know,” he began, as he wheeled a chair up to the fire for her, “that + man Griffiths doesn't like me. He never took to me from the first, I could + see that. If it comes to that, I don't like Griffiths. He is one of those + mean, suspicious sort of characters we could very well do without.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa, who had rehearsed a little speech several times in her bedroom, + tried to be firm. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham,” she said, “you know that we are both your friends. Do + listen, please. Captain Griffiths is Commandant here and in a position of + authority. He has a very large power. I honestly believe that it is his + intention to have you arrested—if not to-night, within a very few + days.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not see how he can,” Lessingham objected, helping himself to another + piece of toast. “I have committed no crime here. I have played golf with + all the respectable old gentlemen in the place, and I have given the + committee some excellent advice as to the two new holes. I have played + bridge down at the club—we will call it bridge!—and I have + kept my temper like an angel. I have dined at Mess and told them at least + a dozen new stories. I have kept my blinds drawn at night, and I have not + a wireless secreted up the chimney. I really cannot see what they could do + to me.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa tried bluntness. + </p> + <p> + “You have served in the German army, and you are living in a protected + area under a false name,” she declared. + </p> + <p> + “Well, of course, there is some truth in what you say,” he admitted, “but + even if they have tumbled to that and can prove it, I should do no good by + running away. To be perfectly serious,” he added, setting his cup down, + “there is only one thing at the present moment which would take me out of + Dreymarsh, and that is if you believe that my presence here would further + compromise you and Miss Fairclough.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was beginning to find her courage. “We're in it already, up to + the neck,” she observed. “I really don't see that anything matters so far + as we are concerned.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” he decided, “I shall have the honour of presenting myself + at the usual time.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII + </h2> + <p> + Philippa and Helen met in the drawing-room, a few minutes before eight + that evening. Philippa was wearing a new black dress, a model of + simplicity to the untutored eye, but full of that undefinable appeal to + the mysterious which even the greatest artist frequently fails to create + out of any form of colour. Some fancy had induced her to strip off her + jewels at the last moment, and she wore no ornaments save a band of black + velvet around her neck. Helen looked at her curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Is this a fresh scheme for conquest, Philippa?” she asked, as they stood + together by the log fire. + </p> + <p> + Philippa unexpectedly flushed. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know what I was thinking about, really,” she confessed. “Is that + the exact time, I wonder?” + </p> + <p> + “Two minutes to eight,” Helen replied. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham is always so punctual,” Philippa murmured. “I wonder if + Captain Griffiths would dare!” + </p> + <p> + “We've done our best to warn him,” Helen reminded her friend. “The man is + simply pig-headed.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't help feeling that he's right,” Philippa declared, “when he argues + that they couldn't really prove anything against him.” + </p> + <p> + “Does that matter,” Helen asked anxiously, “so long as he is an enemy, + living under a false name here?” + </p> + <p> + “You don't think they'd—they'd—” + </p> + <p> + “Shoot him?” Helen whispered, lowering her voice. “They couldn't do that! + They couldn't do that!” + </p> + <p> + The clock began to chime. Suddenly Philippa, who had been listening, gave + a little exclamation of relief. + </p> + <p> + “I hear his voice!” she exclaimed. “Thank goodness!” + </p> + <p> + Helen's relief was almost as great as her companion's. A moment later + Mills ushered in their guest. He was still wearing his bandage, but his + colour had returned. He seemed, in fact, almost gay. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing has happened, then?” Philippa demanded anxiously, as soon as the + door was closed. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing at all,” he assured them. “Our friend Griffiths is terribly + afraid of making a mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “So afraid that he wouldn't come and dine. Never mind, you'll have to take + care of us both,” she added, as Mills announced dinner. + </p> + <p> + “I'll do my best,” he promised, offering his arm. + </p> + <p> + If the sword of Damocles were indeed suspended over their heads, it seemed + only to heighten the merriment of their little repast. Philippa had + ordered champagne, and the warmth of the pleasant dining room, the many + appurtenances of luxury by which they were surrounded, the glow of the + wine, and the perfume of the hothouse flowers upon the table, seemed in + delicious contrast to the fury of the storm outside. They all three + appeared completely successful in a strenuous effort to dismiss all + disconcerting subjects from their minds. Lessingham talked chiefly of the + East. He had travelled in Russia, Persia, Afghanistan, and India, and he + had the unusual but striking gift of painting little word pictures of some + of the scenes of his wanderings. It was half-past nine before they rose + from the table, and Lessingham accompanied them into the library. With the + advent of coffee, they were for the first time really alone. Lessingham + sat by Philippa's side, and Helen reclined in a low chair close at hand. + </p> + <p> + “I think,” he said, “that I can venture now to tell you some news.” + </p> + <p> + Helen put down her work. Philippa looked at him in silence, and her eyes + seemed to dilate. + </p> + <p> + “I have hesitated to say anything about it,” Lessingham went on, “because + there is so much uncertainty about these things, but I believe that it is + now finally arranged. I think that within the next week or ten days—perhaps + a little before, perhaps a little later—your brother Richard will be + set at liberty.” + </p> + <p> + “Dick? Dick coming home?” Philippa cried, springing up from her reclining + position. + </p> + <p> + “Dick?” Helen faltered, her work lying unheeded in her lap. “Mr. + Lessingham, do you mean it? Is it possible?” + </p> + <p> + “It is not only possible,” Lessingham assured them, “but I believe that it + will come to pass. I have had to exercise a little duplicity, but I fancy + that it has been successful. I have insisted that without help from an + influential person in Dreymarsh, I cannot bring my labours here to a + satisfactory conclusion, and I have named as the price of that help, + Richard's absolute and immediate freedom. I heard only this morning that + there would be no difficulty.” + </p> + <p> + Helen snatched up her work and groped her way towards the door. + </p> + <p> + “I will come back in a few minutes,” she promised, her voice a little + broken. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham, who had opened the door for her, returned to his place. There + were no tears in Philippa's brilliant eyes, but there was a faint patch of + colour in her cheeks, and her lips were not quite steady. She caught at + his hands. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my dear, dear friend!” she said. “If only that little nightmare part + of you did not exist. If only you could be just what you seem, and one + could feel that you were there in our lives for always! I feel that I want + to talk to you so much, to you and not the sham you. What shall I call + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Bertram, please,” he whispered. + </p> + <p> + “Then Bertram, dear,” she went on, “for my sake, because you have really + become dear to me, because my heart aches at the thought of your danger, + and because—see how honest I am—I am a little afraid of myself—will + you go away? The thought of your danger is like a nightmare to me. It all + seems so absurd and unreasonable—I mean that the danger which I fear + should be hanging over you. But I think that there is just a little + something back of your brain of which you have never spoken, which it was + your duty to keep to yourself, and it is just that something which brings + the danger.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not afraid for myself, Philippa,” he told her. “I took a false step + in life when I came here. What it was that attracted me I do not know. I + think it was the thought of that wild ride amongst the clouds, and the + starlight. It seemed such a wonderful beginning to any enterprise. And, + Philippa, for one part of my adventure, the part which concerns you, it + was a gorgeous prelude, and for the other—well, it just does not + count because I have no fear. I have faith in my fortune, do you know + that? I believe that I shall leave this place unharmed, but I believe that + if I leave it without you, I shall go back to the worst hell in which a + man could ever...” + </p> + <p> + “Bertram,” she pleaded, “think of it all. Even if I cared enough—and + I don't—there is something unnatural about it. Doesn't it strike you + as horrible? My brother, my cousins, my father, are all fighting the men + of the nation whose cause you have espoused! There is a horrible, eternal + cloud of hatred which it will take generations to get rid of, if ever it + disappears. How can we two speak of love! What part of the world could we + creep into where people would not shrink away from us? I may have lost a + little of my heart to you, Bertram, I may miss you when you go away, I may + waste weary hours thinking, but that is all. Oh, you know that it must be + all!” + </p> + <p> + “I do not,” he answered stubbornly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you must be reasonable,” she begged, with a little break in her + voice. “You know very well that I ought not to listen to you. I ought not + to welcome you here. I ought to be strong and close my ears.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will not do that!” + </p> + <p> + “No!” she faltered. “Please don't come any nearer. I—” + </p> + <p> + She broke off suddenly. The struggle in her face was ended, her expression + transformed. Her finger was held up as though to bid him listen. With her + other hand she clutched the back of the couch. Her eyes were fixed upon + the door. The little patch of wonderful colour faded from her cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “Listen!” she cried, with a note of terror in her voice. “That was the + front door! Some one has come! Can't you hear them?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham's hand stole suddenly to his pocket. She caught the glitter of + something half withdrawn, and shrank back with a half-stifled moan. + </p> + <p> + “Not before you, dear,” he promised. “Please do not be afraid. If this is + the end, leave me alone with Griffiths. I shall not hurt him. I shall not + forget. And if by any chance,” he added, “this is to be our farewell, + Philippa, you will remember that I love you as the flowers of the world + love their sun. Courage!” + </p> + <p> + The door facing them was opened. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths,” Mills announced. + </p> + <p> + Through the open door they caught a vision of two other soldiers and + Inspector Fisher. Griffiths came into the room alone, however, and waited + until the door was closed before he spoke. He carried himself as awkwardly + as ever, but his long, lean face seemed to have taken to itself a new + expression. He had the air of a man indulging in some strange pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “Lady Cranston,” he said, “I am very sorry to intrude, but my visit here + is official.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” she asked hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + “I have received confirmatory evidence in the matter of which I spoke to + you this afternoon,” he went on. “I am sorry to disturb you at such an + hour, but it is my duty to arrest this man on a charge of espionage.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham to all appearance remained unmoved. + </p> + <p> + “A most objectionable word,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + “A most villainous profession,” Captain Griffiths retorted. “Thank heaven + that in this country we are learning the art of dealing with its + disciples.” + </p> + <p> + “This is all a hideous mistake,” Philippa declared feverishly. “I assure + you that Mr. Lessingham has visited my father's house, that he was + well-known to me years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “As the Baron Maderstrom! What arguments he has used, Lady Cranston, to + induce you to accept him here under his new identity, I do not know, but + the facts are very clear.” + </p> + <p> + “He seems quite convinced, doesn't he?” Lessingham remarked, turning to + Philippa. “And as I gather that a portion of the British Army, assisted by + the local constabulary, is waiting for me outside, perhaps I had better + humour him.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be as well, sir,” Captain Griffiths assented grimly. “I am glad + to find you in the humour for jesting.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham turned once more to Philippa. This time his tone was more + serious. + </p> + <p> + “Lady Cranston,” he begged, “won't you please leave us?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” she answered hysterically. “I know why you want me to, and I won't + go! You have done no harm, and nothing shall happen to you. I will not + leave the room, and you shall not—” + </p> + <p> + His gesture of appeal coincided with the sob in her throat. She broke down + in her speech, and Captain Griffiths moved a step nearer. + </p> + <p> + “If you have any weapon in your possession, sir,” he said, “you had better + hand it over to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, do you know,” Lessingham replied, “I scarcely see the necessity. + One thing I will promise you,” he added, with a sudden flash in his eyes, + “a single step nearer—a single step, mind—and you shall have + as much of my weapon as will keep you quiet for the rest of your life. + Remember that so long as you are reasonable I do not threaten you. Help me + to persuade Lady Cranston to leave us.” + </p> + <p> + Captain Griffiths was out of his depths. He was not a coward, but he had + no hankering after death, and there was death in Lessingham's threat and + in the flash of his eyes. While he hesitated, there was a knock upon the + door. Mills came silently in. He carried a telegram upon a salver. + </p> + <p> + “For you, sir,” he announced, addressing Captain Griffiths. “An orderly + has just brought it down.” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths looked at the pink envelope and frowned. He tore it open, + however, without a word. As he read, his long, upper teeth closed in upon + his lip. So he stood there until two little drops of blood appeared. + </p> + <p> + Then he turned to Mills. + </p> + <p> + “There is no answer,” he said. + </p> + <p> + The man bowed and left the room. He walked slowly and he looked back from + the doorway. It was scarcely possible for even so perfectly trained a + servant to escape from the atmosphere of tragedy. + </p> + <p> + “Something tells me,” Lessingham remarked coolly, as soon as the door was + closed, “that that message concerns me.” + </p> + <p> + The Commandant made no immediate reply. He straightened out the telegram + and read it once more under the lamplight, as though to be sure there was + no possible mistake. Then he folded it up and placed it in his waistcoat + pocket. + </p> + <p> + “The notion of your arrest, sir,” he said to Lessingham harshly, “is + apparently distasteful to some one at headquarters who has not digested my + information. I am withdrawing my men for the present.” + </p> + <p> + “You're not going to arrest him?” Philippa cried. + </p> + <p> + “I am not,” Captain Griffiths answered. “But,” he added, turning to + Lessingham, “this is only a respite. I have more evidence behind all that + I have offered. You are Baron Bertram Maderstrom, a German spy, living + here in a prohibited area under a false name. That I know, and that I + shall prove to those who have interfered with me in the execution of my + duty. This is not the end.” + </p> + <p> + He left the room without even a word or a salute to Philippa. Lessingham + looked after him for a moment, thoughtfully. Then he shrugged his + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure that I do not like Captain Griffiths,” he declared. + “There is no breeding about the fellow.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV + </h2> + <p> + Philippa, even for some moments after the departure of Captain Griffiths + and his myrmidons, remained in a sort of nerveless trance. The crisis, + with its bewildering denouement, had affected her curiously. Lessingham + rose presently to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” he asked, “if I could have a whisky and soda?” + </p> + <p> + She stamped her foot at him in a little fit of hysterical passion. + </p> + <p> + “You're not natural!” she cried. “Whisky and soda!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't know,” he protested mildly, helping himself from the table + in the background. “I rather thought I was being particularly British. + When in doubt, take a drink. That is Richard all the world over, you + know.” + </p> + <p> + She broke into a little mirthless laugh. + </p> + <p> + “I shall begin to think that you are a poseur!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + He crossed the room towards her. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I am, dear,” he confessed. “I want you just to sit up and lose + that unnatural look. I am not really full of cheap bravado, but I am a + philosopher. Something has happened to postpone—the end. Good luck + to it, I say!” + </p> + <p> + He raised his tumbler to his lips and set it down empty. Philippa rose to + her feet and walked restlessly to the window and back. + </p> + <p> + “I'll try and be reasonable too,” she promised, resuming her seat. “I was + right, you see. Captain Griffiths has discovered everything. Can you tell + me what possible reason any one in London could have had for + interference?” + </p> + <p> + “I seem to have got a friend up there without knowing it, don't I?” he + observed. + </p> + <p> + “This is aging me terribly,” Philippa declared, throwing herself back into + her seat. “All my life I have hated mysteries. Here I am face to face with + two absolutely insoluble ones. Captain Griffiths has assured me that there + is here in Dreymarsh something of sufficient importance to account for the + presence of a foreign spy. You have confirmed it. I have been torturing my + brain about that for the last twenty-four hours. Now there happens + something more inexplicable still. You are arrested, and you are not + arrested. Your identity is known, and Captain Griffiths is forbidden to do + his duty.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems puzzling, does it not?” Lessingham agreed. “I shouldn't worry + about the first, but this last little episode takes some explaining.” + </p> + <p> + “If anything further happens this evening, I think I shall go mad,” + Philippa sighed. + </p> + <p> + “And something is going to happen,” Lessingham declared, rising to his + feet. “Did you hear that?” + </p> + <p> + Above even the roar of the wind they heard the brazen report of a gun from + almost underneath the window. The room was suddenly lightened by a single + vivid flash. + </p> + <p> + “A mortar!” Lessingham exclaimed. “And that was a rocket, unless I'm + mistaken.” + </p> + <p> + “The signal for the lifeboat!” Philippa announced. “I wonder if we can see + anything.” + </p> + <p> + She hastened towards the window, but paused at the abrupt opening of the + door. Nora burst in, followed more sedately by Helen. + </p> + <p> + “Mummy, there's a wreck!” the former cried in excitement. “I heard + something an hour ago, and I got up, and I've been sitting by the window, + watching. I saw the lifeboat go out, and they're signalling now for the + other one.” + </p> + <p> + “It's quite true, Philippa,” Helen declared. “We're going to try and fight + our way down to the beach.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll go, too,” Lessingham decided. “Perhaps I may be of use.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll all go,” Philippa agreed. “Wait while I get my things on. What is + it, Mills?” she added, as the door opened and the latter presented + himself. + </p> + <p> + “There is a trawler on the rocks just off the breakwater, your ladyship,” + he announced. “They have just sent up from the beach to know if we can + take some of the crew in. They are landing them as well as they can on the + line.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course we can,” was the prompt reply. “Tell them to send as many as + they want to. We will find room for them, somehow. I'll go upstairs and + see about the fires. You'll all come back?” she added, turning around. + </p> + <p> + “We will all come back,” Lessingham promised. + </p> + <p> + They fought their way down to the beach. At first the storm completely + deafened all sound. The lanterns, waved here and there by unseen hands, + seemed part of some ghostly tableau, of which the only background was the + raging of the storm. Then suddenly, with a startling hiss, another rocket + clove its way through the darkness. They had an instantaneous but + brilliant view of all that was happening,—saw the trawler lying on + its side, apparently only a few yards from the shore, saw the line + stretched to the beach, on which, even at that moment, a man was being + drawn ashore, licked by the spray, his strained face and wind-tossed hair + clearly visible. Then all was darkness again more complete than ever. They + struggled down on to the shingle, where the little cluster of fishermen + were hard at work with the line. Almost the first person they ran across + was Jimmy Dumble. He was standing on the edge of the breakwater with a + great lantern in his hand, superintending the line, and, as they drew + near, Lessingham, who was a little in advance, could hear his voice above + the storm. He was shouting towards the wreck, his hand to his mouth. + </p> + <p> + “Send the master over next, you lubbers, or we'll cut the line. Do you + hear?” + </p> + <p> + There was no reply or, if there was, it was drowned in the wind. + Lessingham gripped the fisherman by the arm. + </p> + <p> + “Whom do you mean by 'master'?” he demanded. Dumble scarcely glanced at + his interlocutor. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Sir Henry Cranston, to be sure,” was the agitated answer. “These + lubbers of sea hands are all coming off first, and the line won't stand + for more than another one or two,” he added, dropping his voice. + </p> + <p> + Then the thrill of those few minutes' excitement unrolled itself into a + great drama before Lessingham's eyes. Sir Henry was on that ship as near + as any man might wish to be to death. + </p> + <p> + “'Ere's the next,” Jimmy muttered, as they turned the windlass vigorously. + “Gosh, 'e's a heavy one, too!” + </p> + <p> + Then came a cry which sounded like a moan and above it the shrill fearful + yell of a man who feels himself dropping out of the world's hearing. + Lessingham raised the lantern which stood on the beach by Jimmy's side. + The line had broken. The body of its suspended traveller had disappeared! + And just then, strangely enough, for the first time for over an hour, the + heavens opened in one great sheet of lightning, and they could see the + figure of one man left on the ship, clinging desperately to the rigging. + </p> + <p> + “Tie the line around me,” Jimmy shouted. “Let her go. Get the other end on + the windlass.” + </p> + <p> + They paid out the rope through their hands. Jimmy kicked off his boots and + plunged into the cauldron. He swam barely a dozen strokes before he was + caught on the top of an incoming wave, tossed about like a cork and flung + back upon the beach, where he lay groaning. There was a little murmur + amongst the fisherman, who rushed to lean over him. + </p> + <p> + “Swimming ain't no more use than trying to walk on the water,” one of them + declared. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham raised the lantern which he was carrying, and flashed it + around. + </p> + <p> + “Where are the young ladies?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Gone up to the house with two as we've just taken off the wreck,” some + one informed him. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham stooped down. Willing hands helped him unfasten the cord from + Jimmy's waist. He tore off his own coat and waistcoat and boots. Some + helped, other sought to dissuade him, as he secured the line around his + own waist. + </p> + <p> + “We've sent for more rockets,” one man shouted in his ear. “The man will + be back in half an hour.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham pushed them on one side. He stood on the edge of the beach and, + borrowing a lantern, watched for his opportunity. Then suddenly he + vanished. They looked after him. They could see nothing but the rope + slipping past their feet, inch by inch. Sometimes it was stationary, + sometimes it was drawn taut. The first great wave that came flung a yard + or so of slack amongst them. Then, after the roar of its breaking had died + away, they saw the rope suddenly tighten, and pass rapidly out, and the + excitement began to thicken. + </p> + <p> + “That 'un didn't get him, anyway,” one of them muttered. + </p> + <p> + “He'll go through the next, with luck,” another declared hopefully. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham, fighting for his consciousness, deafened and half stunned by + the roar of the waters about him, still felt the exhilaration of that + great struggle. He looked once into seas which seemed to touch the clouds, + drew himself stiff, and plunged into the depths of a mountain of foaming + waters, whose summit seemed to him like one of those grotesque and + nightmare-distorted efforts of the opium-eating brain. Then the roar + sounded all behind him, and he knew that he was through the breakers. He + swam to the side of the ship and clutched hold of a chain. It was Sir + Henry's out-stretched hand which pulled him on to the deck. + </p> + <p> + “My God, that was a swim!” the latter declared, as he pulled his rescuer + up, not in the least recognising him. “Let's have the end of that cord, + quick! So!” he went on, paying it out through his fingers until the end of + the rope appeared. “You'd better get your breath, young man, and then over + you go. I'll follow.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm damned if I do!” was the vigorous reply. “You start off while I get + my breath.” + </p> + <p> + They were suddenly half drowned with a shower of spray. Sir Henry held + Lessingham in a grip of iron, or he would have been swept overboard. + </p> + <p> + “Get one arm through the chains, man,” he shouted. “My God!” he added, + peering through the gloom. “Lessingham!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, don't stop to worry about that,” was the fierce reply. “Let's get + on with our job.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry threw off his oilskins and his underneath coat. + </p> + <p> + “Follow me when they wave the lantern twice,” he directed. “If we either + of us get the knock—well, thanks!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham felt the grip of Sir Henry's hand as he passed him and went + overboard into the darkness. Then, with one arm through the chains, he + drew towards him by means of his heel the coat which Sir Henry had thrown + upon the deck. Gradually it came within reach of his disengaged hand. He + seized it, shook it out, and dived eagerly into the breast pocket. There + were several small articles which he threw ruthlessly away, and then a + square packet, wrapped in oilcloth, which bent to his fingers. Another + breaking wave threw him on his back. One arm was still through the chain, + the other gripped what some illuminating instinct had already convinced + him was the chart! As soon as he had recovered his breath, a grim effort + of humour parted his lips. He lay there for a moment and laughed till the + spray, this time with a rush of green water underneath, very nearly swept + him from his place. + </p> + <p> + They were waving a lantern on the beach when he struggled again to his + feet. + </p> + <p> + He slipped the little packet down his clothes next to his skin, and groped + about to find the end of the line which Sir Henry and he had fastened to a + staple below the chains. Then he drew a long breath, gripped the rope and + shouted. A second or two later he was back in the cauldron. + </p> + <p> + As they pulled him on to the beach, he had but one idea. Whatever + happened, he must not lose consciousness. The packet was still there + against the calf of his leg. It must be his own hands which removed his + clothes. It seemed to him that those few bronzed faces, those half a dozen + rude lanterns, had become magnified and multiplied a hundredfold. It was + an army of blue-jerseyed fishermen which patted him on the back and + welcomed him, lanterns like the stars flashing everywhere around. He set + his teeth and fought against the buzzing in his ears. He tried to speak, + and his voice sounded like a weak, far away whisper. + </p> + <p> + “I am all right,” he kept on saying. + </p> + <p> + Then he felt himself leaning on two brawny arms. His feet followed the + mesmeric influence of their movement. Was he going into the clouds, he + wondered? They stopped to open a gate, the gate leading to the gardens of + Mainsail Haul. How did he get there? He had no idea. More movements of his + feet, and then unexpected warmth. He looked around him. There were voices. + He listened. The one voice? The one face bending over his, her eyes wet + with tears, her whispers an incoherent stream of broken words. Then the + warmth seemed to come back to his veins. He sat up and found himself on + the couch in the library, the rain dripping from him in little pools, and + he knew that he had succeeded. He had not fainted. + </p> + <p> + “I am all right,” he repeated. “What a mess I am making!” + </p> + <p> + The voices around him were still a little tangled, but the hand which held + a steaming tumbler to his lips was Philippa's. + </p> + <p> + “Drink it all,” she begged. + </p> + <p> + He felt the tears come into his eyes, felt the warm blood streaming + through his body, felt a little wet patch at the back of the calf of his + leg, and the hand which set down the empty tumbler was almost steady. + </p> + <p> + “There's a hot bath ready,” Philippa told him; “some dry clothes, and a + bedroom with a fire in. Do let Mills show you the way.” + </p> + <p> + He rose at once, prepared to follow her. His feet were not quite so steady + as he would have wished, but he made a very presentable show. Mills, with + a little apology, held out his arm. Philippa walked by his other side. + </p> + <p> + “As soon as you have finished your bath and got into some dry clothes,” + Philippa whispered, “please ring, or send Mills to let us know.” + </p> + <p> + He was even able to smile at her. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite all right,” he assured her once more. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV + </h2> + <p> + Philippa, unusually early on the following morning, glanced at the empty + breakfast table with a little air of disappointment, and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + “Mills,” she enquired, “is no one down?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir Henry is, I believe, on the beach, your ladyship,” the man answered, + “and Miss Helen and Miss Nora are with him.” + </p> + <p> + “And Mr. Lessingham?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham, your ladyship,” Mills continued, looking carefully behind + him as though to be sure that the door was closed, “has disappeared.” + </p> + <p> + “Disappeared?” Philippa repeated. “What do you mean, Mills?” + </p> + <p> + “I left Mr. Lessingham last night, your ladyship,” Mills explained, “in a + suit of the master's clothes and apparently preparing for bed—I + should say this morning, as it was probably about two o'clock. I called + him at half past eight, as desired, and found the room empty. The bed had + not been slept in.” + </p> + <p> + “Was there no note or message?” Philippa asked incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, your ladyship. One of the maid servants believes that she heard + the front door open at five o'clock this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Ring up the hotel,” Philippa instructed, “and see if he is there.” + </p> + <p> + Mills departed to execute his commission. Philippa stood looking out of + the window, across the lawn and shrubbery and down on to the beach. There + was still a heavy sea, but it was merely the swell from the day before. + The wind had dropped, and the sun was shining brilliantly. Sir Henry, + Helen, and Nora were strolling about the beach as though searching for + something. About fifty yards out, the wrecked trawler was lying completely + on its side, with the end of one funnel visible. Scattered groups of the + villagers were examining it from the sands. In due course Mills returned. + </p> + <p> + “The hotel people know nothing of Mr. Lessingham, your ladyship, beyond + the fact that he did not return last night. They received a message from + Hill's Garage, however, about half an hour ago, to say that their mechanic + had driven Mr. Lessingham early this morning to Norwich, where he had + caught the mail train to London, The boy was to say that Mr. Lessingham + would be back in a day or so.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa pushed open the windows and made her way down towards the beach. + She leaned over the rail of the promenade and waved her hand to the + others, who clambered up the shingle to meet her. + </p> + <p> + “Scarcely seen you yet, my dear, have I?” Sir Henry observed. + </p> + <p> + He stooped and kissed her forehead, a salute which she suffered without + response. Helen pointed to the wreck. + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't seem possible, does it,” she said, “that men's lives should + have been lost in that little space. Two men were drowned, they say, + through the breaking of the rope. They recovered the bodies this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Everything else seems to have been washed on shore except my coat,” Sir + Henry grumbled. “I was down here at daylight, looking for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Your coat!” Philippa repeated scornfully. “Fancy thinking of that, when + you only just escaped with your life!” + </p> + <p> + “But to tell you the truth, my dear,” Sir Henry explained, “my pocketbook + and papers of some value were in the pocket of that coat. I can't think + how I came to forget them. I think it was the surprise of seeing that + fellow Lessingham crawl on to the wreck looking like a drowned rat. Jove, + what a pluck he must have!” + </p> + <p> + “The fishermen can talk of nothing else,” Nora put in excitedly. “Mummy, + it was simply splendid! Helen and I had gone up with two of the rescued + men, but I got back just in time to see them fasten the rope round his + waist and watch him plunge in.” + </p> + <p> + “How is he this morning?” Helen asked. + </p> + <p> + “Gone,” Philippa replied. + </p> + <p> + They all looked at her in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Gone?” Sir Henry repeated. “What, back to the hotel, do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “His bed has not been slept in,” Philippa told them. “He must have slipped + away early this morning, gone to Hill's Garage, hired a car, and motored + to Norwich. From there he went on to London. He has sent word that he will + be back in a few days.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope to God he won't!” Sir Henry muttered. + </p> + <p> + Philippa swung round upon him. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by that?” she demanded. “Don't you want to thank him for + saving your life?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, I certainly do,” Sir Henry replied, “but just now—well, I + am a little taken aback. Gone to London, eh? Tore away without warning in + the middle of the night to London! And coming back, too—that's the + strange part of it!” + </p> + <p> + One would think, from Sir Henry's expression, that he was finding food for + much satisfaction in this recital of Lessingham's sudden disappearance. + </p> + <p> + “He is a wonderful fellow, this Lessingham,” he added thoughtfully. “He + must have—yes, by God, he must have—In that storm, too!” + </p> + <p> + “If you could speak coherently, Henry,” Philippa observed, “I should like + to say that I am exceedingly anxious to know why Mr. Lessingham has + deserted us so precipitately.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry would have taken his wife's arm, but she avoided him. He + shrugged his shoulders and plodded up the steep path by her side. + </p> + <p> + “The whole question of Lessingham is rather a problem,” he said. “Of + course, you and Helen have seen very much more of him than I have. Isn't + it true that people have begun to make curious remarks about him?” + </p> + <p> + “How did you know that, Henry?” Philippa demanded. + </p> + <p> + “Well, one hears things,” he replied. “I should gather, from what I heard, + that his position here had become a little precarious. Hence his sudden + disappearance.” + </p> + <p> + “But he is coming back again,” Philippa reminded her husband. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps!” + </p> + <p> + Philippa signified her desire that her husband should remain a little + behind with her. They walked side by side up the gravel path. Philippa + kept her hands clasped behind her. + </p> + <p> + “To leave the subject of Mr. Lessingham for a time,” she began, “I feel + very reluctant to ask for explanations of anything you do, but I must + confess to a certain curiosity as to why I should find you lunching at the + Canton with two very beautiful ladies, a few days ago, when you left here + with Jimmy Dumble to fish for whiting; and also why you return here on a + trawler which belongs to another part of the coast?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry made a grimace. + </p> + <p> + “I was beginning to wonder whether curiosity was dead,” he observed + good-humouredly. “If you wouldn't mind giving me another—well, to be + on the safe side let us say eight days—I think I shall be able to + offer you an explanation which you will consider satisfactory.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” Philippa rejoined, with cold surprise; “I see no reason why + you should not answer such simple questions at once.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry sighed deprecatingly, and made another vain attempt to take his + wife's arm. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa, be a little brick,” he begged. “I know I seem to have been + playing the part of a fool just lately, but there has been a sort of + reason for it.” + </p> + <p> + “What reason could there possibly be,” she demanded, “which you could not + confide in me?” + </p> + <p> + He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again there was a new + earnestness in his tone. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa,” he said, “I have been working for some time at a little scheme + which isn't ripe to talk about yet, not even to you, but which may lead to + something which I hope will alter your opinion. You couldn't see your way + clear to trust me a little longer, could you?” he begged, with rather a + plaintive gleam in his blue eyes. “It would make it so much easier for me + to say no more but just have you sit tight.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” she answered coldly, “if you realise how much I have suffered, + sitting tight, as you call it, and waiting for you to do something!” + </p> + <p> + “My fishing excursions,” he went on desperately, “have not been altogether + a matter of sport.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that quite well,” she replied. “You have been making that chart + you promised your miserable fishermen. None of those things interest me, + Henry. I fear—I am very much inclined to say that none of your + doings interest me. Least of all,” she went on, her voice quivering with + passion, “do I appreciate in the least these mysterious appeals for my + patience. I have some common sense, Henry.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a suspicious little beast,” he told her. + </p> + <p> + “Suspicious!” she scoffed. “What a word to use from a man who goes off + fishing for whiting, and is lunching at the Carlton, some days afterwards, + with two ladies of extraordinary attractions!” + </p> + <p> + “That was a trifle awkward,” Sir Henry admitted, with a little burst of + candour, “but it goes in with the rest, Philippa.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it can stay with the rest,” she retorted, “exactly where I have + placed it in my mind. Please understand me. Your conduct for the last + twelve months absolves me from any tie there may be between us. If this + explanation that you promise comes—in time, and I feel like it, very + well. Until it does, I am perfectly free, and you, as my husband, are + non-existent. That is my reply, Henry, to your request for further + indulgence.” + </p> + <p> + “Rather a foolish one, my dear,” he answered, patting her shoulder, “but + then you are rather a child, aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + She swung away from him angrily. + </p> + <p> + “Don't touch me!” she exclaimed. “I mean every word of what I have said. + As for my being a child—well, you may be sorry some day that you + have persisted in treating me like one.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry paused for a moment, watching her disappearing figure. There was + an unusual shade of trouble in his face. His love for and confidence in + his wife had been so absolute that even her threats had seemed to him like + little morsels of wounded vanity thrown to him out of the froth of her + temper. Yet at that moment a darker thought crossed his mind. Lessingham, + he realised, was not a rival, after all, to be despised. He was a man of + courage and tact, even though Sir Henry, in his own mind, had labelled him + as a fool. If indeed he were coming back to Dreymarsh, what could it be + for? How much had Philippa known about him? He stood there for a few + moments in indecision. A great impulse had come to him to break his + pledge, to tell her the truth. Then he made his disturbed way into the + breakfast room. + </p> + <p> + “Where's your mother, Nora?” he asked, as Helen took Philippa's place at + the head of the table. + </p> + <p> + “She wants some coffee and toast sent up to her room.” Nora explained. + “The wind made her giddy.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry breakfasted in silence, rang the bell, and ordered his car. + </p> + <p> + “You going away again, Daddy?” Nora asked. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to London this morning,” he replied, a little absently. + </p> + <p> + “To London?” Helen repeated. “Does Philippa know?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't told her yet.” + </p> + <p> + Helen turned towards Nora. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you'd run up and see if your mother wants any more coffee, there's + a dear,” she suggested. + </p> + <p> + Nora acquiesced at once. As soon as she had left the room, Helen leaned + over and laid her hand upon Sir Henry's arm. + </p> + <p> + “Don't go to London, Henry,” she begged. + </p> + <p> + “But my dear Helen, I must,” he replied, a little curtly. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't if I were you,” she persisted. “You know, you've tried + Philippa very high lately, and she is in an extremely emotional state. She + is all worked up about last night, and I wouldn't leave her alone if I + were you.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry's blue eyes seemed suddenly like points of steel as he leaned + towards her. + </p> + <p> + “You think that she is in love with that fellow Lessingham?” he asked + bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't,” Helen replied, “but I think she is more furious with you + than you believe. For months you have acted—well, how shall I say?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, like a coward, if you like, or a fool. Go on.” + </p> + <p> + “She has asked for explanations to which she is perfectly entitled,” Helen + continued, “and you have given her none. You have treated her like + something between a doll and a child. Philippa is as good and sweet as any + woman who ever lived, but hasn't it ever occurred to you that women are + rather mysterious beings? They may sometimes do, out of a furious sense of + being wrongly treated, out of a sort of aggravated pique, what they would + never do for any other reason. If you must go, come back to-night, Henry. + Come back, and if you are obstinate, and won't tell Philippa all that she + has a right to know, tell her about that luncheon in town.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry frowned. + </p> + <p> + “It's all very well, you know, Helen,” he said, “but a woman ought to + trust her husband.” + </p> + <p> + “I am your friend, remember,” Helen replied, “and upon my word, I couldn't + trust and believe even in Dick, if he behaved as you have done for the + last twelve months.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry made a grimace. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that settles it, I suppose, then,” he observed. “I'll have one more + try and see what I can do with Philippa. Perhaps a hint of what's going on + may satisfy her.” + </p> + <p> + He climbed the stairs, meeting Nora on her way down, and knocked at his + wife's door. There was no reply. He tried the handle and found the door + locked. + </p> + <p> + “Are you there, Philippa?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” she replied coldly. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to London this morning. Can I have a few words with you + first?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry was a little taken aback. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be silly, Philippa,” he persisted. “I may be away for four or five + days.” + </p> + <p> + There was no answer. Sir Henry suddenly remembered another entrance from a + newly added bathroom. He availed himself of it and found Philippa seated + in an easy-chair, calmly progressing with her breakfast. She raised her + eyebrows at his entrance. + </p> + <p> + “These are my apartments,” she reminded him. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be a little fool,” he exclaimed impatiently. + </p> + <p> + Philippa deliberately buttered herself a piece of toast, picked up her + book, and became at once immersed in it. + </p> + <p> + “You don't wish to talk to me, then?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + “I do not,” she agreed. “You have had all the opportunities which any man + should need, of explaining certain matters to me. My curiosity in them has + ended; also my interest—in you. You say you are going to London. + Very well. Pray do not hurry home on my account.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry, as he turned to leave the room, made the common mistake of a + man arguing with a woman—he attempted to have the last word. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I am better out of the way, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so,” Philippa assented sweetly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI + </h2> + <p> + Philippa, late that afternoon, found what she sought—solitude. She + had walked along the sands until Dreymarsh lay out of sight on the other + side of a spur of the cliffs. Before her stretched a long and level plain, + a fringe of sand, and a belt of shingly beach. There was not a sign of any + human being in sight, and of buildings only a quaint tower on the far + horizon. + </p> + <p> + She found a dry place on the pebbles, removed her hat and sat down, her + hands clasped around her knees, her eyes turned seaward. She had come out + here to think, but it was odd how fugitive and transient her thoughts + became. Her husband was always there in the background, but in those + moments it was Lessingham who was the predominant figure. She remembered + his earnestness, his tender solicitude for her, the courage which, when + necessity demanded, had flamed up in him, a born and natural quality. She + remembered the agony of those few minutes on the preceding day, when + nothing but what still seemed a miracle had saved him. At one moment she + felt herself inclined to pray that he might never come back. At another, + her heart ached to see him once more. She knew so well that if he came it + would be for her sake, that he would come to ask her finally the question + with which she had fenced. She knew, too, that his coming would be the + moment of her life. She was so much of a woman, and the passionate craving + of her sex to give love for love was there in her heart, almost + omnipotent. And in the background there was that bitter desire to bring + suffering upon the man who had treated her like a child, who had placed + her in a false position with all other women, who had dawdled and idled + away his days, heedless of his duty, heedless of every serious obligation. + When she tried to reason, her way seemed so clear, and yet, behind it all, + there was that cold impulse of almost Victorian prudishness, the + inheritance of a long line of virtuous women, a prudishness which she had + once, when she had believed that it was part of her second nature, scoffed + at as being the outcome of one of the finer forms of selfishness. + </p> + <p> + She told herself that she had come there to decide, and decision came no + nearer to her. A late afternoon star shone weakly in the sky. A faint, + vaporous mist obscured the horizon and floated in tangled wreaths upon the + face of the sea. Only that line of sand seemed still clear-cut and + distinct, and as she glanced along it her eyes were held by something + approaching, something which seemed at first nothing but a black, moving + speck, then gradually resolved itself into the semblance of a man on + horseback, galloping furiously. She watched him as he drew nearer and + nearer, the sand flying from his horse's hoofs, his figure motionless, his + eyes apparently fixed upon some distant spot. It was not until he had come + within fifty yards of her that she recognised him. His horse shied at the + sight of her and was suddenly swung round with a powerful wrist. Little + specks of sand, churned up in the momentary stampede of hoofs, fell upon + her skirt. For the rest, she watched the struggle composedly, a struggle + which was over almost as soon as it was begun. Captain Griffiths leaned + down from his trembling but subdued horse. + </p> + <p> + “Lady Cranston!” he exclaimed in astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “That's me,” she replied, smiling up at him. “Have you been riding off + your bad temper?” + </p> + <p> + He glanced down at his horse's quivering sides. Back as far as one could + see there was that regular line of hoof marks. + </p> + <p> + “Am I bad-tempered?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she observed, “I don't know you well enough to answer that + question. I was simply thinking of yesterday evening.” + </p> + <p> + He slipped from his horse and stood before her. His long, severe face had + seldom seemed more malevolent. + </p> + <p> + “I had enough to make me bad-tempered,” he declared. “I had tracked down a + German spy, step by step, until I had him there, waiting for arrest—expecting + it, even—and then I got that wicked message.” + </p> + <p> + “What was that wicked message after all?” she enquired. + </p> + <p> + “That doesn't matter,” he answered. “It was from a quarter where they + ought to know better, and it ordered me to make no arrest. I have sent to + the War Office to-day a full report, and I am praying that they may change + their minds.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa sighed. + </p> + <p> + “If you hadn't received that telegram last night,” she observed, “it seems + to me that I should have been a widow to-day.” + </p> + <p> + He frowned, and struck his boot heavily with his riding whip. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I heard of that,” he admitted. “I dare say if he hadn't gone, + though, some one else would.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you have gone if you had been there?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “If you had told me to,” he replied, looking at her steadfastly. + </p> + <p> + Philippa felt a little shiver. There was something ominous in the + intensity of his gaze and the meaning which he had contrived to impart to + his tone. She rose to her feet. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, “don't let me keep you here. I am getting cold.” + </p> + <p> + He passed his arm through the bridle of his horse. “I will walk with you, + if I may,” he proposed. She made no reply, and they set their faces + homewards. + </p> + <p> + “I hear Lessingham has left the place,” he remarked, a little abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I expect he'll come back,” Philippa replied. + </p> + <p> + “How long is it, Lady Cranston, since you took to consorting with German + spies?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be foolish—or impertinent,” she enjoined. “You are making a + ridiculous mistake about Mr. Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + He laughed unpleasantly. + </p> + <p> + “No need for us to fence,” he said. “You and I know who he is. What I do + want to know, what I have been wondering all the way from the point there—four + miles of hard galloping and one question—why are you his friend? + What is he to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Really, Captain Griffiths,” she protested, looking up at him, “of what + possible interest can that be to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is, anyhow,” he answered gruffly. “Anything that concerns you is + of interest to me.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa realised at that moment, perhaps for the first time, what it all + meant. She realised the significance of those apparently purposeless + afternoon calls, when through sheer boredom she had had to send for Helen + to help her out; the significance of those long silences, the melancholy + eyes which seemed to follow her movements. She felt an unaccountable + desire to laugh, and then, at the first twitchings of her lips, she + restrained herself. She knew that tragedy was stalking by her side. + </p> + <p> + “I think, Captain Griffiths,” she said gravely, “that you are talking + nonsense, and you are not a very good hand at it. Won't you please ride + on?” + </p> + <p> + He made no movement to mount his horse. He plodded along the soft sand by + her side—a queer, elongated figure, his gloomy eyes fixed upon the + ground. + </p> + <p> + “Until this fellow Lessingham came you were never so hard,” he persisted. + </p> + <p> + She looked at him with genuine curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “I was never so hard?” she repeated. “Do you imagine that I have ever for + a single moment considered my demeanour towards you—you of all + persons in the world? I simply don't remember when you have been there and + when you haven't. I don't remember the humours in which I have been when + we have conversed. All that you have said seems to me to be the most + arrant nonsense.” + </p> + <p> + He swung himself into the saddle and gathered up the reins. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” he said bitterly, “I understand. Only let me tell you this,” + he went on, his whip poised in his hand. “You may have powerful friends + who saved your—” + </p> + <p> + He hesitated so long that she glanced up at him and read all that he had + wished to say in his face. + </p> + <p> + “My what?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + His courage failed him. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham,” he proceeded, “from arrest. But if he shows his face + here again in Dreymarsh, I sha'n't stop to arrest him. I shall shoot him + on sight and chance the consequences.” + </p> + <p> + “They'll hang you!” she declared savagely. + </p> + <p> + He laughed at her. + </p> + <p> + “Hang me for shooting a man whom I can prove to be a German spy? They + won't dare! They won't even dare to place me under arrest for an hour. + Why, when the truth becomes known,” he went on, his voice gaining courage + as the justice of his case impressed itself upon him, “what do you suppose + is going to happen to two women who took this fellow in and befriended + him, introduced him under a false name to their friends, gave him the run + of their house—this man whom they knew all the time was a German? + You, Lady Cranston, chafing and scolding your husband by night and by day + because he isn't where you think he ought to be; you, so patriotic that + you cannot bear the sight of him out of uniform; you—the hostess, + the befriender, the God knows what of Bertram Maderstrom! It will be a + pretty tale when it's all told!” + </p> + <p> + “I really think,” Philippa asserted calmly, “that you are the most utterly + impossible and obnoxious creature I have ever met.” + </p> + <p> + His face was dangerous for a moment. They had not yet reached the + promontory which sheltered them from Dreymarsh. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” he muttered, leaning malignly towards her, “I could make myself + even more obnoxious.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite possibly,” she replied, “only I want to tell you this. If you come + a single inch nearer to me, one of them shall shoot you.” + </p> + <p> + “Your friend or your husband, eh?” he scoffed. + </p> + <p> + She waved him on. + </p> + <p> + “I think,” she told him, “that either of them would be quite capable of + ridding the world of a coward like you.” + </p> + <p> + “A coward?” he repeated. + </p> + <p> + “Precisely! Isn't it a coward's part to terrorise a woman?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to terrorise you,” he said sulkily. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you must admit that you haven't shown any particular desire to make + yourself agreeable,” she pointed out. + </p> + <p> + He turned suddenly upon her. + </p> + <p> + “I am a fool, I know,” he declared bitterly. “I'm an awkward, nervous, + miserable fool, my own worst enemy as they say of me in the Mess, turning + the people against me I want to have like me, stumbling into every blunder + a fool can. I'm the sort of man women make sport of, and you've done it + for them cruelly, perfectly.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths!” she protested. “When have I ever been anything but + kind and courteous to you?” + </p> + <p> + “It isn't your kindness I want, nor your courtesy! There's a curse upon my + tongue,” he went on desperately. “I'm not like other men. I don't know how + to say what I feel. I can't put it into words. Every one misunderstands + me. You, too! Here I rode up to you this afternoon and my heart was + beating for joy, and in five minutes I had made an enemy of you. Damn that + fellow Lessingham! It is all his fault!” + </p> + <p> + Without the slightest warning he brought down his hunting crop upon his + horse's flanks. The mare gave one great plunge, and he was off, riding at + a furious gallop. Philippa watched him with immense relief. In the far + distance she could see two little specks growing larger and larger. She + hurried on towards them. + </p> + <p> + “Whatever did you do to Captain Griffiths, Mummy?” Nora demanded. “Why he + passed us without looking down, galloping like a madman, and his face + looked—well, what did it look like, Helen?” + </p> + <p> + Helen was gazing uneasily along the sands. + </p> + <p> + “Like a man riding for his enemy,” she declared. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII + </h2> + <p> + Philippa and Helen looked at one another a little dolefully across the + luncheon table. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose one misses the child,” Helen said. + </p> + <p> + “I feel too depressed for words,” Philippa admitted. + </p> + <p> + “A few days ago,” Helen reminded her companion, “we were getting all the + excitement that was good for any one.” + </p> + <p> + “And a little more,” Philippa agreed. “I don't know why things seem so + flat now. We really ought to be glad that nothing terrible has happened.” + </p> + <p> + “What with Henry and Mr. Lessingham both away,” Helen continued, “and + Captain Griffiths not coming near the place, we really have reverted to + the normal, haven't we? I wonder—if Mr. Lessingham has gone back.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not think so,” Philippa murmured. + </p> + <p> + Helen frowned slightly. + </p> + <p> + “Personally,” she said, with some emphasis, “I hope that he has.” + </p> + <p> + “If we are considering the personal point of view only,” Philippa + retorted, “I hope that he has not.” + </p> + <p> + Helen looked her disapproval. + </p> + <p> + “I should have thought that you had had enough playing with fire,” she + observed. + </p> + <p> + “One never has until one has burned one's fingers,” Philippa sighed. “I + know perfectly well what is the matter with you,” she continued severely. + “You are fretting because curried chicken is Dick's favourite dish.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not such a baby,” Helen protested. “All the same, it does make one + think. I wonder—” + </p> + <p> + “I know exactly what you were going to say,” Philippa interrupted. “You + were going to say that you wondered whether Mr. Lessingham would keep his + promise.” + </p> + <p> + “Whether he would be able to,” Helen corrected. “It does seem so + impossible, doesn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “So does Mr. Lessingham himself,” Philippa reminded her. “It isn't exactly + a usual thing, is it, to have a perfectly charming and well-bred young man + step out of a Zeppelin into your drawing-room.” + </p> + <p> + “You really believe, then,” Helen asked eagerly, “that he will be able to + keep his promise?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa nodded confidently. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” she said, “I believe that Mr. Lessingham, by some means or + another, would keep any promise he ever made. I am expecting to see Dick + at any moment now, so you can get on with your lunch, dear, and not sit + looking at the curry with tears in your eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn't the curry so much as the chutney,” Helen protested faintly. “He + never would touch any other sort.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I shouldn't be surprised if he were here to finish the bottle,” + Philippa declared. “I have a feeling this morning that something is going + to happen.” + </p> + <p> + “How long has Nora gone away for?” Helen enquired, after a moment's pause. + </p> + <p> + “A fortnight or three weeks,” Philippa answered. “Her grandmother wired + that she would be glad to have her until Christmas.” + </p> + <p> + “Just why,” Helen asked seriously, “have you sent her away?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa toyed with her curry, and glanced around as though she regretted + Mills' absence from the room. + </p> + <p> + “I thought it best,” she said quietly. “You see, I am not quite sure what + the immediate future of this menage is going to be.” + </p> + <p> + Helen leaned across the table and laid her hand upon her friend's. + </p> + <p> + “Dear,” she sighed, “it worries me so to hear you talk like that.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you know perfectly well, although you profess to ignore it, that + at the bottom of your heart there is no one else but Henry. It isn't fair, + you know.” + </p> + <p> + “To whom isn't it fair?” Philippa demanded. + </p> + <p> + “To Mr. Lessingham.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was thoughtful for a few moments. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” she admitted, “that is a point of view which I have not + sufficiently considered.” + </p> + <p> + Helen pressed home her advantage. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you realise, Philippa,” she said, “how madly in love with + you the man is. In a perfectly ingenuous way, too. No one could help + seeing it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then where does the unfairness come in?” Philippa asked. “It is within my + power to give him all that he wants.” + </p> + <p> + “But you wouldn't do it, Philippa. You know that you wouldn't!” Helen + objected. “You may play with the idea in your mind, but that's just as far + as you'd ever get.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa looked her friend steadily in the face. “I disagree with you, + Helen,” she said. Helen set down the glass which she had been in the act + of raising to her lips. It was her first really serious intimation of the + tragedy which hovered over her future sister-in-law's life. Somehow or + other, Philippa had seemed, even to her, so far removed from that + strenuous world of over-drugged, over-excited feminine decadence, to whom + the changing of a husband or a lover is merely an incident in the day's + excitements. Philippa, with her frail and almost flowerlike beauty, her + love of the wholesome ways of life, and her strong affections, represented + other things. Now, for the first time, Helen was really afraid, afraid for + her friend. + </p> + <p> + “But you couldn't ever—you wouldn't leave Henry!” + </p> + <p> + Philippa seemed to find nothing monstrous in the idea. + </p> + <p> + “That is just what I am seriously thinking of doing,” she confided. + </p> + <p> + Helen affected to laugh, but her mirth was obviously forced. Their + conversation ceased perforce with the return of Mills into the room. + </p> + <p> + Then the wonderful thing happened. The windows of the dining room faced + the drive to the house and both women could clearly see a motor car turn + in at the gate and stop at the front door. It was obviously a hired car, + as the driver was not in livery, but the tall, mulled-up figure in + unfamiliar clothes who occupied the front seat was for the moment a + mystery to them. Only Helen seemed to have some wonderful premonition of + the truth, a premonition which she was afraid to admit even to herself. + Her hand began to shake. Philippa looked at her in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “You look as though you had seen a ghost, Helen!” she exclaimed. “Who on + earth can it be, coming at this time of the day?” + </p> + <p> + Helen was speechless, and Philippa divined at once the cause of her + agitation. She sprang to her feet. + </p> + <p> + “Helen, you don't imagine—” she gasped. “Listen!” + </p> + <p> + There was a voice in the hail—a familiar voice, though strained a + little and hoarse; Mills' decorous greetings, agitated but fervent. And + then—Major Richard Felstead! + </p> + <p> + “Dick!” Helen screamed, as she threw herself into his arms. “Oh, Dick! + Dick!” + </p> + <p> + It was an incoherent, breathless moment. Somehow or other, Philippa found + herself sharing her brother's embrace. Then the fire of questions and + answers was presently interrupted by Mills, triumphantly bearing in a + fresh dish of curry. + </p> + <p> + “What will the Major take to drink, your ladyship?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + Felstead laughed a little chokingly. + </p> + <p> + “Upon my word, there's something wonderfully sound about Mills!” he said. + “It's a ghoulish thing to ask for in the middle of the day, isn't it, + Philippa, but can I have some champagne?” + </p> + <p> + “You can have the whole cellarful,” Philippa assured him joyously. “Be + sure you bring the best, Mills.” + </p> + <p> + “The Perrier Jonet 1904, your ladyship,” was the murmured reply. + </p> + <p> + Mills' disappearance was very brief, and in a very few moments they found + themselves seated once more at the table. They sat one on either side of + him, watching his glass and his plate. By degrees their questions and his + answers became more intelligible. + </p> + <p> + “When did you get here?” they wanted to know. + </p> + <p> + “I arrived in Harwich about daylight this morning,” he told them; “came + across from Holland. I hired a car and drove straight here.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you know you were coming home?” Helen asked. + </p> + <p> + “Only two days ago,” he replied. “I never was so surprised in my life. + Even now I can't realise my good luck. I can't see what I've done. The + last two months, in fact, seem to me to have been a dream. Jove!” he went + on, as he drank his wine, “I never thought I should be such a pig as to + care so much for eating and drinking!” + </p> + <p> + “And think what weeks of it you have before you?” Helen explained, + clapping her hands. “Philippa and I will have a new interest in life—to + make you fat.” + </p> + <p> + He laughed. + </p> + <p> + “It won't be very difficult,” he promised them. “I had several months of + semi-starvation before the miracle happened. It was all just the chance of + having had a pal up at Magdalen who's been serving in the German Army—Bertram + Maderstrom was his name. You remember him, Philippa? He was a Swede in + those days.” + </p> + <p> + “What a dear he must have been to have remembered and to have been so + faithful!” Philippa observed, looking away for a moment. + </p> + <p> + “He's a real good sort,” Felstead declared enthusiastically, “although + Heaven knows why he's turned German! He worked like a slave for me. I dare + say he didn't find it so difficult to get me better quarters and a + servant, and decent food, but when they told me that I was free—well, + it nearly knocked me silly.” + </p> + <p> + “The dear fellow!” Philippa murmured pensively. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember him, either of you?” Felstead continued. “Rather + good-looking he was, and a little shy, but quite a sportsman.” + </p> + <p> + “I—seem to remember,” Philippa admitted. + </p> + <p> + “The name sounds familiar,” Helen echoed. “Do have some more chutney, + Dick.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks! What a pig I am making of myself!” he observed cheerfully. “You + girls will think I can't talk about any one but Maderstrom, but the whole + business beats me so completely. Of course, we were great pals, in a way, + but I never thought that I was the apple of his eye, or anything of that + sort. How he got the influence, too, I can't imagine. And oh! I knew there + was something else I was going to ask you girls,” Felstead went on. “Have + you ever had a letter, or rather a letter each, uncensored? Just a line or + two? I think I mentioned Maderstrom which I should not have been allowed + to do in the ordinary prison letters.” + </p> + <p> + Felstead was helping himself to cheese, and he saw nothing of the quick + glance which passed between the two women. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we had them, Dick,” Philippa told him. “It was one afternoon—it + doesn't seem so very long ago. And oh, how thankful we were!” + </p> + <p> + Felstead nodded. + </p> + <p> + “He got them across all right, then. Tell me, did they come through + Holland? What was the postmark?” + </p> + <p> + “The postmark,” Philippa repeated, a little doubtfully. “You heard what + Dick asked, Helen? The postmark?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think there was one,” Helen replied, glancing anxiously at + Philippa. + </p> + <p> + Felstead set down his glass. + </p> + <p> + “No postmark? You mean no foreign postmark, I suppose? They were posted in + England, eh?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “They came to us, Dick,” she said, “by hand.” + </p> + <p> + Felstead was, without a doubt, astonished. He turned round in his chair + towards Philippa. + </p> + <p> + “By hand?” he repeated. “Do you mean to say that they were actually + brought here by hand?” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps something in his manner warned them. Philippa laughed as she bent + over his chair. + </p> + <p> + “We will tell you how they came, presently,” she declared, “but not until + you have finished your lunch, drunk the last drop of that champagne, and + had at least two glasses of the port that Mills has been decanting so + carefully. After that we will see. Just now I have only one feeling, and I + know that Helen has it, too. Nothing else matters except that we have you + home again.” + </p> + <p> + Felstead patted his sister on the cheek, drew her face down to his and + kissed her. + </p> + <p> + “It's so wonderful to be at home!” he exclaimed apologetically. “But I + must warn you that I am the rabidest person alive. I went out to the war + with a certain amount of respect for the Germans. I have come back + loathing them like vermin. I spent—but I won't go on.” + </p> + <p> + Mills made his appearance with the decanter of port. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your ladyship's pardon,” he said, as he filled Felstead's glass, + “but Mr. Lessingham has arrived and is in the library, waiting to see + you.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII + </h2> + <p> + To Major Richard Felstead, Mills' announcement was without significance. + For the first time he became conscious, however, of something which seemed + almost like a secret understanding between his sister and his fiancĂ©e. + </p> + <p> + “Tell Mr. Lessingham I shall be with him in a minute or two, if he will + kindly wait,” Philippa instructed. + </p> + <p> + “Who is Mr. Lessingham?” Richard enquired, as soon as the door had closed + behind Mills. “Seems a queer time to call.” + </p> + <p> + Helen glanced at Philippa, whose lips framed a decided negative. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham is a gentleman staying in the neighbourhood,” the latter + replied. “You will probably make his acquaintance before long. + Incidentally, he saved Henry's life the other night.” + </p> + <p> + “Sounds exciting,” Richard observed. “What form of destruction was Henry + courting?” + </p> + <p> + “There was a trawler shipwrecked in the storm,” Philippa explained. “You + can see it from all the front windows. Henry was on board, returning from + one of his fishing excursions. They were trying to find Dumble's anchorage + and were driven in on to that low ridge of rock. A rope broke, or + something, they had no more rockets, and Mr. Lessingham swam out with the + line.” + </p> + <p> + “Sounds like a plucky chap,” Richard admitted. + </p> + <p> + Philippa rose to her feet regretfully. + </p> + <p> + “I expect he has come to wish us good-by,” she said. “I'll leave you with + Helen, Dick. Don't let her overfeed you. And you know where the cigars + are, Helen. Take Dick into the gun room afterwards. You'll have it all to + yourselves and there is a fire there.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa entered the library in a state of agitation for which she was + glad to have some reasonable excuse. She held out both her hands to + Lessingham. + </p> + <p> + “Dick is back—just arrived!” she exclaimed. “I can't tell you how + happy we are, and how grateful!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham raised her fingers to his lips. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad,” he said simply. “Do you mean that he is in the house here, + now?” + </p> + <p> + “He is in the dining room with Helen.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham for a moment was thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you think,” he suggested, “that it would be better to keep us + apart?” + </p> + <p> + “I was wondering,” she confessed. + </p> + <p> + “Have you told him about my bringing the letters?” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “We nearly did. Then I stopped—I wasn't sure.” + </p> + <p> + “You were wise,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Are you wise?” she asked him quickly. + </p> + <p> + “In coming back here?” + </p> + <p> + She nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths knows everything,” she reminded him. “He is simply + furious because your arrest was interfered with. I really believe that he + is dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham was unmoved. + </p> + <p> + “I had to come back,” he said simply. + </p> + <p> + “Why did you go away so suddenly?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I had to do that, too,” he replied, “only the governing causes were + very different. We will speak, if you do not mind, only of the cause which + has brought me back. That I believe you know already.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was curiously afraid. She looked towards the door as though with + some vague hope of escape. She realised that the necessity for decision + had arrived. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa,” he went on, “do you see what this is?” + </p> + <p> + He handed her two folded slips of paper. She started. At the top of one + she recognised a small photograph of herself. + </p> + <p> + “What are they?” she asked. “What does it mean?” + </p> + <p> + “They are passports for America,” he told her. + </p> + <p> + “For—for me?” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + “For you and me.” + </p> + <p> + They slipped from her fingers. He picked them up from the carpet. Her face + was hidden for a moment in her hands. + </p> + <p> + “I know so well how you are feeling,” he said humbly. “I know how terrible + a shock this must seem to you when it comes so near. You are so different + from the other women who might do this thing. It is so much harder for you + than for them.” + </p> + <p> + She lifted her head. There was still something of the look of a scared + child in her face. + </p> + <p> + “Don't imagine me better than I am,” she begged. “I am not really + different from any other woman, only it is the first time this sort of + thing has ever come into my life.” + </p> + <p> + “I know. You see,” he went on, a little wistfully, “you have not taken me, + as yet, very far into your confidence, Philippa. You know that I love you + as a man loves only once. It sounds like an empty phrase to say it, but if + you will give me your life to take care of, I shall only have one thought—to + make you happy. Could I succeed? That is what you have to ask yourself. + You are not happy now. Do you think that, if you stay on here, the future + is likely to be any better for you?” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head drearily. + </p> + <p> + “I believe,” she confessed, “that I have reached the very limit of my + endurance.” + </p> + <p> + He came a little nearer. His hands rested upon her shoulders very lightly, + yet they seemed like some enveloping chain. More than ever in those few + moments she realised the spiritual qualities of his face. His eyes were + aglow. His voice, a little broken with emotion, was wonderfully tender. He + looked at her as though she were some precious and sacred thing. + </p> + <p> + “I am rich,” he said, “and there are few parts of the world where we could + not live. We could find our way to the islands, like your great writer + Stevenson in whom you delight so much; islands full of colour, and + wonderful birds, and strange blue skies; islands where the peace of the + tropics dulls memory, and time beats only in the heart. The world is a + great place, Philippa, and there are corners where the sordid crime of + this ghastly butchery has scarcely been heard of, where the horror and the + taint of it are as though they never existed, where the sun and moon are + still unashamed, and the grey monsters ride nowhere upon the sapphire + seas.” + </p> + <p> + “It sounds like a fairy tale,” she murmured, with a half pathetic smile. + </p> + <p> + “Love always fashions life like a fairy tale,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + She stood perfectly still. + </p> + <p> + “You must have my answer now, at this moment?” she asked at last. + </p> + <p> + “There are yet some hours,” he told her. “I have a very powerful + automobile here, and to-night there is a full moon. If we leave here at + ten o'clock, we can catch the steamer to-morrow afternoon. Everything has + been made very easy for me. And fortune, too, is with us—your + vindictive commandant, Captain Griffiths, is in London. You see, you have + the whole afternoon for thought. I want you only for your happiness. At + ten o'clock I shall come here. If you are coming with me, you must be + ready then. You understand?” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” she assented, under her breath. “And now,” she went on, + raising her eyes, “somehow I think that you are right. It would be better + for you and Dick not to meet.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure of it,” he agreed. “I shall come for my answer at ten o'clock. + I wonder—” + </p> + <p> + He stood looking at her, his eyes hungry to find some sign in her face. + There was so much kindness there, so much that might pass, even, for + affection, and yet something which, behind it all, chilled his confidence. + He left his sentence uncompleted and turned towards the door. Suddenly she + called him back. She held up her finger. Her whole expression had changed. + She was alarmed. + </p> + <p> + “Wait!” she begged. “I can hear Dick's voice. Wait till he has crossed the + hail.” + </p> + <p> + They both stood, for a moment, quite silent. Then they heard a little + protesting cry from Helen, and a good-humoured laugh from Richard. The + door was thrown open. + </p> + <p> + “You don't mind our coming through to the gun room, Phil?” her brother + asked. “We're not—My God!” + </p> + <p> + There was a queer silence, broken by Helen, who stood on the threshold, + the picture of distress. + </p> + <p> + “I tried to get him to go the other way, Philippa.” + </p> + <p> + Richard took a quick step forward. His hands were outstretched. + </p> + <p> + “Bertram!” he exclaimed. “Is this a miracle? You here with my sister?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham held out his hand. Suddenly Richard dropped his. His expression + had become sterner. + </p> + <p> + “I don't understand,” he said simply. “Somebody please explain.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX + </h2> + <p> + For a few brief seconds no one seemed inclined to take upon themselves the + onus of speech. Richard's amazement seemed to increase upon reflection. + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom!” he exclaimed. “Bertram! What in the name of all that's + diabolical are you doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “I am just a derelict,” Lessingham explained, with a faint smile. “Glad to + see you, Richard. You are a day earlier than I expected.” + </p> + <p> + “You knew that I was coming, then?” Richard demanded. + </p> + <p> + “Naturally,” Lessingham replied. “I had the great pleasure of arranging + for your release.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” Richard went on, “I'm groping about a bit. I don't + understand. Forgive me if I run off the track. I'm not forgetting our + friendship, Maderstrom, or what I owe to you since you came and found me + at Wittenburg. But for all that, you have served in the German Army and + are an enemy, and I want to know what you are doing here, in England, in + my brother-in-law's house.” + </p> + <p> + “No particular harm, Richard, I promise you,” Lessingham replied mildly. + </p> + <p> + “You are here under a false name!” + </p> + <p> + “Hamar Lessingham, if you do not mind,” the other assented. “I prefer my + own name, but I do not fancy that the use of it would ensure me a very + warm welcome over here just now. Besides,” he added, with a glance at + Philippa, “I have to consider the friends whose hospitality I have + enjoyed.” + </p> + <p> + In a shadowy sort of way the truth began to dawn upon Richard. His tone + became grimmer and his manner more menacing. + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom,” he said, “we met last under different circumstances. I will + admit that I cut a poor figure, but mine was at least an honourable + imprisonment. I am not so sure that yours is an honourable freedom.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa laid her hand upon her brother's arm. + </p> + <p> + “Dick, dear, do remember that they were starving you to death!” she + begged. + </p> + <p> + “You would never have lived through it,” Helen echoed. + </p> + <p> + “You are talking to Mr. Lessingham,” Philippa protested, “as though he + were an enemy, instead of the best friend you ever had in your life.” + </p> + <p> + Richard waved them away. + </p> + <p> + “You must leave this to us,” he insisted. “Maderstrom and I will be able + to understand one another, at any rate. What are you doing in this house—in + England? What is your mission here?” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever it may have been, it is accomplished,” Lessingham said gravely. + “At the present moment, my plans are to leave your country to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Accomplished?” Richard repeated. “What the devil do you mean? + Accomplished? Are you playing the spy in this country?” + </p> + <p> + “You would probably consider my mission espionage,” Lessingham admitted. + </p> + <p> + “And you have brought it to a successful conclusion?” + </p> + <p> + “I have.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa threw her arms around her brother's neck. “Dick,” she pleaded, + “please listen. Mr. Lessingham has been here, in this district, ever since + he landed in England. What possible harm could he do? We haven't a single + secret to be learned. Everybody knows where our few guns are. Everybody + knows where our soldiers are quartered. We haven't a harbour or any secret + fortifications. We haven't any shipping information which it would be of + the least use signalling anywhere. Mr. Lessingham has spent his time + amongst trifles here. Take Helen away somewhere and forget that you have + seen him in the house. Remember that he has saved Henry's life as well as + yours.” + </p> + <p> + “I invite no consideration upon that account,” Lessingham declared. “All + that I did for you in Germany, I did, or should have attempted to do, for + my old friend. Your release was different. I am forced to admit that it + was the price paid for my sojourn here. I will only ask you to remember + that the bargain was made without your knowledge, and that you are in no + way responsible for it.” + </p> + <p> + “A price,” Richard pronounced fiercely, “which I refuse to pay!” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “The alternative,” he confessed, “is in your hands.” + </p> + <p> + Richard moved towards the telephone. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, Maderstrom,” he said, “but my duty is clear. Who is + Commandant here, Philippa?” + </p> + <p> + Philippa stood between her brother and the telephone. There was a queer, + angry patch of colour in her cheeks. Her eyes were on fire. + </p> + <p> + “Richard,” she exclaimed, “you shall not do this from my house! I forbid + you!” + </p> + <p> + “Do what?” + </p> + <p> + “Give information. Do you know what it would mean if they believed you?” + </p> + <p> + “Death,” he answered. “Maderstrom knew the risk he ran when he came to + this country under a false name.” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly,” Lessingham admitted. + </p> + <p> + “But I won't have it!” Philippa protested. “He has become our friend. Day + by day we have grown to like him better and better. He has saved your + life, Dick. He has brought you back to us. Think what it is that you + purpose!” + </p> + <p> + “It is what every soldier has to face,” Richard declared. + </p> + <p> + “You men drive me crazy with your foolish ideas!” Philippa cried + desperately. “The war is in your brains, I think. You would carry it from + the battlefields into your daily life. Because two great countries are at + war, is everything to go by—chivalry?—all the finer, sweeter + feelings of life? If you two met on the battlefield, it would be + different. Here in my drawing-room, I will not have this black demon of + the war dragged in as an excuse for murder! Take Dick away, Helen!” she + begged. “Mr. Lessingham is leaving to-night. I will pledge my word that + until then he remains a harmless citizen.” + </p> + <p> + “Women don't understand these things, Philippa—” Richard began. + </p> + <p> + “Thank heavens we understand them better than you men!” Philippa + interrupted fiercely. “You have but one idea—to strike—the + narrow idea of men that breeds warfare. I tell you that if ever universal + peace comes, if ever the nations are taught the horror of this lust for + blood, this criminal outrage against civilisation, it is the women who + will become the teachers, because amongst your instincts the brutish ones + of force are the first to leap to the surface at the slightest + provocation. We women see further, we know more. I swear to you, Richard, + that if you interfere I will never forgive you as long as I live!” + </p> + <p> + Richard stared at his sister in amazement. There seemed to be some new + spirit born within her. Throughout all their days he had never known her + so much in earnest, so passionately insistent. He looked from her to the + man whom she sought to protect, and who answered, unasked, the thoughts + that were in his mind. + </p> + <p> + “Whatever harm I may have been able to do,” Lessingham announced, “is + finished. I leave this place to-night, probably for ever. As for the + Commandant,” he went on with a faint smile, “he is already upon my track. + There is nothing you can tell him about me which he does not know. It is + just a matter of hours, the toss of a coin, whether I get away or not.” + </p> + <p> + “They've found you out, then?” Richard exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Only a miracle saved me from arrest a week ago,” Lessingham acknowledged. + “Your Commandant here is at the present moment in London for the sole + purpose of denouncing me.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet you remain here, paying afternoon calls?” Richard observed + incredulously. “I'm hanged if I can see through this!” + </p> + <p> + “You see,” Lessingham explained gently. “I am a fatalist!” + </p> + <p> + It was Helen who finally led her lover from the room. He looked back from + the door. + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom,” he said, “you know quite well how personally I feel towards + you. I am grateful for what you have done for me, even though I am + beginning to understand your motives. But as regards the other things we + are both soldiers. I am going to talk to Helen for a time. I want to + understand a little more than I do at present.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Let me help you,” he begged. “Here is the issue in plain words. All that + I did for you at Wittenberg, I should have done in any case for the sake + of our friendship. Your freedom would probably never have been granted to + me but for my mission, although even that I might have tried to arrange. I + brought your letters here, and I traded them with your sister and Miss + Fairclough for the shelter of their hospitality and their guarantees. Now + you know just where friendship ended and the other things began. Do what + you believe to be your duty.” + </p> + <p> + Richard followed Helen out, closing the door after him. Lessingham looked + down into Philippa's face. + </p> + <p> + “You are more wonderful even than I thought,” he continued softly. “You + say so little and you live so near the truth. It is those of us who feel + as you do—who understand—to whom this war is so terrible.” + </p> + <p> + “I want to ask you one question before I send you away,” she told him. + “This journey to America?” + </p> + <p> + “It is a mission on behalf of Germany,” he explained, “but it is, after + all, an open one. I have friends—highly placed friends—in my + own country, who in their hearts feel as I do about the war. It is through + them that I am able to turn my back upon Europe. I have done my share of + fighting,” he went on sadly, “and the horror of it will never quite leave + me. I think that no one has ever charged me with shirking my duty, and yet + the sheer, black ugliness of this ghastly struggle, its criminal + inutility, have got into my blood so that I think I would rather pass out + of the world in some simple way than find myself back again in that + debauch of blood. Is this cowardice, Philippa?” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him with shining eyes. + </p> + <p> + “There isn't any one in the world,” she said, “who could call you a + coward. Whatever I may decide, whatever I may feel towards you, that at + least I know.” + </p> + <p> + He kissed her fingers. + </p> + <p> + “At ten o'clock,” he began— + </p> + <p> + “But listen,” she interrupted. “Apart from anything which Dick might do, + you are in terrible danger here, all the more if you really have + accomplished something. Why not go now, at this moment? Why wait? These + few hours may make all the difference.” + </p> + <p> + He smiled. + </p> + <p> + “They may, indeed, make all the difference to my life,” he answered. “That + is for you.” + </p> + <p> + He followed Mills, who had obeyed her summons, out of the room. Philippa + moved to the window and watched him until he had disappeared. Then very + slowly she left the room, walked up the stairs, made her way to her own + little suite of apartments, and locked the door. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX + </h2> + <p> + It was a happy, if a trifle hysterical little dinner party that evening at + Mainsail Haul. Philippa was at times unusually silent, but Helen had + expanded in the joy of her great happiness. Richard, shaved and with his + hair cut, attired once more in the garb of civilisation, seemed a + different person. Even in these few hours the lines about his mouth seemed + less pronounced. They talked freely of Maderstrom. + </p> + <p> + “A regular 'Vanity Fair' problem,” Richard declared, balancing his wine + glass between his fingers, “a problem, too, which I can't say I have + solved altogether yet. The only thing is that if he is really going + to-night, I don't see why I shouldn't let the matter drift out of my + mind.” + </p> + <p> + “It is so much better,” Helen agreed. “Try as hard as ever I can, I cannot + picture his doing any harm to anybody. And as for any information he may + have gained here, well, I think that we can safely let him take it back to + Germany.” + </p> + <p> + “He was always,” Richard continued reminiscently, “a sort of cross between + a dreamer, an idealist, and a sportsman. There was never anything of the + practical man of affairs about him. He was scrupulously honourable, and + almost a purist in his outlook upon life. I have met a great many + Germans,” Richard went on, “and I've killed a few, thank God!—but he + is about as unlike the ordinary type as any one I ever met. The only pity + is that he ever served his time with them.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa had been listening attentively. She was more than ever silent + after her brother's little appreciation of his friend. Richard glanced at + her good-humouredly. + </p> + <p> + “You haven't killed the fatted calf for me in the shape of clothes, + Philippa,” he observed. “One would think that you were going on a + journey.” + </p> + <p> + She glanced down at her high-necked gown and avoided Helen's anxious eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I may go for a walk,” she said, “and leave you two young people to talk + secrets. I am rather fond of the garden these moonlight nights.” + </p> + <p> + “When is Henry coming back?” her brother enquired. + </p> + <p> + Philippa's manner was quiet but ominous. + </p> + <p> + “I have no idea,” she confessed. “He comes and goes as the whim seizes + him, and I very seldom know where he is. One week it is whiting and + another codling. Lately he seems to have shown some partiality for London + life.” + </p> + <p> + Richard's eyes were wide open now. + </p> + <p> + “You mean to say that he is still not doing anything?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing whatever.” + </p> + <p> + “But what excuse does he give—or rather I should say reason?” + Richard persisted. + </p> + <p> + “He says that he is too old for a ship, and he won't work in an office,” + Philippa replied. “That is what he says. His point of view is so + impossible that I can not even discuss it with him.” + </p> + <p> + “It's the rummest go I ever came across,” Richard remarked reminiscently. + “I should have said that old Henry would have been up and at 'em at the + Admiralty before the first gun was fired.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary,” Philippa rejoined, “he took advantage of the war to + hire a Scotch moor at half-price, about a week after hostilities had + commenced.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a rum go,” Richard repeated. “I can't fancy Henry as a skulker. + Forgive me, Philippa,” he added. + </p> + <p> + “You are entirely forgiven,” she assured him drily. + </p> + <p> + “He comes of such a fine fighting stock,” Richard mused. “I suppose his + health is all right?” + </p> + <p> + “His health,” Philippa declared, “is marvellous. I should think he is one + of the strongest men I know.” + </p> + <p> + Her brother patted her hand. + </p> + <p> + “You've been making rather a trouble of it, old girl,” he said + affectionately. “It's no good doing that, you know. You wait and let me + have a talk with Henry.” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” she replied, “that nearly everything possible has already been + said to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you've put his back up a bit,” Richard suggested, “and he may + really be on the lookout for something all the time.” + </p> + <p> + “It has been a long search!” Philippa retorted, with quiet sarcasm. “Let + us talk about something else.” + </p> + <p> + They gossiped for a time over acquaintances and relations, made their + plans for the week—Richard must report at the War Office at once. + </p> + <p> + Philippa grew more and more silent as the meal drew to a close. It was at + Helen's initiative that they left Richard alone for a moment over his + port. She kept her arm through her friend's as they crossed the hall into + the drawing-room, and closed the door behind them. Philippa stood upon the + hearth rug. Already her mouth had come together in a straight line. Her + eyes met Helen's defiantly. + </p> + <p> + “I know exactly what you are going to say, Helen,” she began, “and I warn + you that it will be of no use.” + </p> + <p> + Helen drew up a small chair and seated herself before the fire. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going away with Mr. Lessingham, Philippa?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I am,” was the calm response. “I made up my mind this afternoon. We are + leaving to-night.” + </p> + <p> + Helen stretched out one foot to the blaze. + </p> + <p> + “Motoring?” she enquired. + </p> + <p> + “Naturally,” Philippa replied. “You know there are no trains leaving here + to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll have a cold ride,” Helen remarked. “I should take your heavy fur + coat.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa stared at her companion. + </p> + <p> + “You don't seem much upset, Helen!” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” Helen declared, looking up, “that nothing that has ever + happened to me in my life has made me more unhappy, but I can see that you + have reasoned it all out, and there is not a single argument I could use + which you haven't already discounted. It is your life, Philippa, not + mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Since you are so philosophical,” Philippa observed, “let me ask you—should + you do what I am going to do, if you were in my place?” + </p> + <p> + “I should not,” was the firm reply. + </p> + <p> + Philippa laughed heartily. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I know what you are going to say!” Helen continued quickly. “You'll + tell me, won't you, that I am not temperamental. I think in your heart you + rather despise my absolute fidelity to Richard. You would call it cowlike, + or something of that sort. There is a difference between us, Philippa, and + that is why I am afraid to argue with you.” + </p> + <p> + “What should you do,” Philippa demanded, “if Richard failed you in some + great thing?” + </p> + <p> + “I might suffer,” Helen confessed, “but my love would be there all the + same. Perhaps for that reason I should suffer the more, but I should never + be able to see with those who judged him hardly.” + </p> + <p> + “You think, then,” Philippa persisted, “that I ought still to remain + Henry's loving and affectionate wife, ready to take my place amongst the + pastimes of his life—when he feels inclined, for instance, to wander + from his dark lady-love to something petite and of my complexion, or when + he settles down at home for a few days after a fortnight's sport on the + sea and expects me to tell him the war news?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think that I should do that,” Helen admitted quietly, “but I am + quite certain that I shouldn't run away with another man.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I should be punishing myself too much.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa's eyes suddenly flashed. + </p> + <p> + “Helen,” she said, “you are not such a fool as you try to make me think. + Can't you see what is really at the back of it all in my mind? Can't you + realise that, whatever the punishment it may bring, it will punish Henry + more?” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” Helen observed. “You are running away with Mr. Lessingham to + annoy Henry?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he'll be more than annoyed!” Philippa laughed sardonically. “He has + terrible ideas about the sanctity of things that belong to him. He'll be + remarkably sheepish for some time to come. He may even feel a few little + stabs. When I have time, I am going to write him a letter which he can + keep for the rest of his life. It won't please him!” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you—and Mr. Lessingham going to live?” Helen enquired. + </p> + <p> + “In America, to start with. I've always longed to go to the States.” + </p> + <p> + “What shall you do,” Helen continued, “if you don't get out of the country + safely?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Lessingham seems quite sure that we shall,” Philippa replied, “and he + seems a person of many expedients. Of course, if we didn't, I should go + back to Cheshire. I should have gone back there, anyway, before now, if + Mr. Lessingham hadn't come.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it all seems very simple,” Helen admitted. “I think Mr. Lessingham + is a perfectly delightful person, and I shouldn't wonder if you didn't now + and then almost imagine that you were happy.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to be taking my going very coolly,” Philippa remarked. + </p> + <p> + “I told you how I felt about it just now,” Helen reminded her. “Your going + is like a great black cloud that I have seen growing larger and larger, + day by day. I think that, in his way, Dick will suffer just as much as + Henry. We shall all be utterly miserable.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you try and persuade me not to go, then?” Philippa demanded. + “You sit there talking about it as though I were going on an ordinary + country-house visit.” + </p> + <p> + Helen raised her head, and Philippa saw that her eyes were filled with + tears. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa dear,” she said, “if I thought that all the tears that were ever + shed, all the words that were ever dragged from one's heart, could have + any real effect, I'd go on my knees to you now and implore you to give up + this idea. But I think—you won't be angry with me, dear?—I + think you would go just the same.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to think that I am obstinate,” Philippa complained. + </p> + <p> + “You see, you are temperamental, dear,” Helen reminded her. “You have a + complex nature. I know very well that you need the daily love that Henry + doesn't seem to have been willing to give you lately, and I couldn't stop + your turning towards the sun, you know. Only—all the time there's + that terrible anxiety—are you quite sure it is the sun?” + </p> + <p> + “You believe in Mr. Lessingham, don't you?” Philippa asked. + </p> + <p> + “I do indeed,” Helen replied. “I am not quite sure, though, that I believe + in you.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was a little startled. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I never!” she exclaimed. “Exactly what do you mean by that, Helen?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not quite sure,” Helen continued, “that when the moment has really + come, and your head is upturned and your arms outstretched, and your feet + have left this world in which you are now, I am not quite sure that you + will find all that you seek.” + </p> + <p> + “You think he doesn't love me?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not convinced,” Helen replied calmly, “that you love him.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, you idiot,” Philippa declared feverishly, “of course I love him! I + think he is one of the sweetest, most lovable persons I ever knew, and as + to his being a Swede, I shouldn't care whether he were a Fiji Islander or + a Chinese.” + </p> + <p> + Helen nodded sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you,” she said, “but listen. You know that I haven't uttered + a single word to dissuade you. Well, then, grant me just one thing. Before + you start off this evening, tell Mr. Lessingham the truth, whatever it may + be, the truth which you haven't told me. It very likely won't make any + difference. Two people as nice as you and he, who are going to join their + lives, generally do, I believe, find the things they seek. Still, tell + him.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa made no reply. Richard opened the door and lingered upon the + threshold. Helen rose to her feet. + </p> + <p> + “I am coming, Dick,” she called out cheerfully. “There's a gorgeous fire + in the gun room, and two big easy-chairs, and we'll have just the time I + have been looking forward to all day. You'll tell me things, won't you?” + </p> + <p> + She looked very sweet as she came towards him, her eyes raised to him, her + face full of the one happiness. He passed his arm around her waist. + </p> + <p> + “I'll try, dear,” he said. “You won't be lonely, Philippa?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll come and disturb you when I am,” she promised. + </p> + <p> + The door closed. She stood gazing down into the fire, listening to their + footsteps as they crossed the hall. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI + </h2> + <p> + Lessingham stood for a moment by the side of the car from which he had + just descended, glanced at the huge tyres and the tins of petrol lashed on + behind. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more you want, chauffeur?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, sir,” was the almost inaudible reply. + </p> + <p> + “You have the route map?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, and enough petrol for three hundred miles.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham turned away, pushed open the gate, and walked up the drive of + Mainsail Haul. Decidedly it was the moment of his life. He was + hard-pressed, as he knew, by others besides Griffiths. A few hours now was + all the start he could reasonably expect. He was face to face with a very + real and serious danger, which he could no longer ignore, and from which + escape was all the time becoming more difficult. And yet all the + emotionalism of this climax was centred elsewhere. It was from Philippa's + lips that he would hear his real sentence; it was her answer which would + fill him once more with the lust for life, or send him on in his rush + through the night for safety, callous, almost indifferent as to its + result. + </p> + <p> + He walked up the drive, curiously at his ease, in a state of suspended + animation, which knew no hope and feared no disappointment. Just before he + reached the front door, the postern gate in the wall on his left-hand side + opened, and Philippa stood there, muffled up in her fur coat, framed in + the faint and shadowy moonlight against the background of seabounded + space. He moved eagerly towards her. + </p> + <p> + “I heard the car,” she whispered. “Come and sit down for a moment. It + isn't in the least cold, and the moon is just coming up over the sea. I + came out,” she went on, as he walked obediently by her side, “because the + house somehow stifled me.” + </p> + <p> + She led him to a seat. Below, the long waves were breaking through upon + the rocks, throwing little fountains of spray into the air. The village + which lay at their feet was silent and lifeless—there was, indeed, a + curious absence of sound, except when the incoming waves broke upon the + rocks and ground the pebbles together in their long, backward swish. Very + soon the sleeping country, now wrapped in shadows, would take form and + outline in the light of the rising moon; hedges would divide the square + fields, the black woods would take shape and the hills their mystic + solemnity. But those few minutes were minutes of suspense. Lessingham was + to some extent conscious of their queer, allegorical significance. + </p> + <p> + “I have come,” he reminded her quite steadily, “for my answer.” + </p> + <p> + She showed him the small bag by her side upon the seat, and touched her + cloak. She was indeed prepared for a journey. + </p> + <p> + “You see,” she told him, “here I am.” + </p> + <p> + His face was suddenly transformed. She was almost afraid of the effect of + her words. She found herself struggling in his arms. + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” she begged. “Please remember where we are.” + </p> + <p> + He released her reluctantly. A few yards away, they could hear the soft + purring of the six-cylinder engine, inexorable reminder of the passing + moments. He caught her by the hand. + </p> + <p> + “Come,” he whispered passionately. “Every moment is precious.” + </p> + <p> + She hesitated no longer. The open postern gate seemed to him suddenly to + lead down the great thoroughfare of a new and splendid life. He was to be + one of those favoured few to whom was given the divine prize. And then he + stopped short, even while she walked willingly by his side. He knew so + well the need for haste. The gentle murmur of that engine was inviting him + all the while. Yet he knew there was one thing more which must be said. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa,” he began, “you know what we are doing? We can escape, I + believe. My flight is all wonderfully arranged. But there will be no + coming back. It will be all over when our car passes over the hills there. + You will not regret? You care enough even for this supreme sacrifice?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall never reproach you as long as I live,” she promised. “I have made + up my mind to come, and I am ready.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is because you care?” he pleaded anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “It is because I care, for one reason.” + </p> + <p> + “In the great way?” he persisted. “In the only way?” + </p> + <p> + She hesitated. He suddenly felt her hand grow colder in his. He saw her + frame shiver beneath its weight of furs. + </p> + <p> + “Don't ask me quite that,” she begged breathlessly. “Be content to know + that I have counted the cost, and that I am willing to come.” + </p> + <p> + He felt the chill of impending disaster. He closed the little gate through + which they had been about to pass, and stood with his back to it. In that + faint light which seemed to creep over the world before the moon itself + was revealed, she seemed to him at that moment the fairest, the most + desirable thing on earth. Her face was upturned towards his, half + pathetic, half protesting against the revelation which he was forcing from + her. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, Philippa,” he said, “Miss Fairclough warned me of one thing. I + put it on one side. It did not seem to be possible. Now I must ask you a + question. You have some other motive, have you not, for choosing to come + away with me? It is not only because you love me better than any one else + in the world, as I do you, and therefore that we belong to one another and + it is right and good that we should spend our lives in one another's + company? There is something else, is there not, at the root of your + determination? Some ally?” + </p> + <p> + It was a strange moment for Philippa. Nothing had altered within her, and + yet a wonderful pity was glowing in her heart, tearing at her emotions, + bringing a sob into her throat. + </p> + <p> + “You mean—Henry?” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + “I mean your husband,” he assented. + </p> + <p> + She was suddenly passionately angry with herself. It seemed to her that + the days of childishness were back. She was behaving like an imbecile + whilst he played the great game. + </p> + <p> + “You see,” he went on, his own voice a little unsteady, “this is one of + those moments in both our lives when anything except the exact truth would + mean shipwreck. You still love your husband?” + </p> + <p> + “I am such a fool!” she sobbed, clutching at his arm. + </p> + <p> + “You were willing to go away with me,” he continued mercilessly, “partly + because of the anger you felt towards him, and partly out of revenge, and + just a little because you liked me. Is that not so?” + </p> + <p> + Her head pressed upon his arm. She nodded. It was just that convulsive + movement of her head, with its wealth of wonderful hair and its plain + black motoring hat, which dealt the death-blow to his hopes. She was just + a child once more—and she trusted him. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then,” he said, “just let me think—for a moment.” + </p> + <p> + She understood enough not to raise her head. Lessingham was gazing out + through the chaotic shadows of the distant banks of clouds from which the + moon was rising. Already the pain had begun, and yet with it was that + queer sense of exaltation which comes with sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + “We have been very nearly foolish,” he told her, with grave kindliness. + “It is well, perhaps, that we were in time. Those windows which lead into + your library,—through which I first came to you, by-the-by,—” + he added, with a strange, reminiscent little sigh, “are they open?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” she whispered. + </p> + <p> + “Come, then,” he invited. “Before I leave there is something I want to + make clear to you.” + </p> + <p> + They made their way rather like two conspirators along the little terraced + walk. Philippa opened the window and closed it again behind them. The room + was empty. Lessingham, watching her closely, almost groaned as he saw the + wonderful relief in her face. She threw off the cloak, and he groaned + again as he remembered how nearly it had been his task to remove it. In + her plain travelling dress, she turned and looked at him very + pathetically. + </p> + <p> + “You have, perhaps, a morning paper here?” he enquired. + </p> + <p> + “A newspaper? Why, yes, the Times,” she answered, a little surprised. + </p> + <p> + He took it from the table towards which she pointed, and held it under the + lamplight. Presently he called to her. His forefinger rested upon a + certain column. + </p> + <p> + “Read this,” he directed. + </p> + <p> + She read it out in a tone which passed from surprise to blank wonder: + </p> + <p> + Commander Sir Henry Cranston, Baronet, to receive the D.S.O. for special + services, and to be promoted to the rank of Acting Rear-Admiral. + </p> + <p> + “What does it mean?” she asked feverishly. “Henry? A D.S.O. for Henry for + special services?” + </p> + <p> + “It means,” he told her, with a forced smile, “that your husband is, as + you put it in your expressive language, a fraud.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII + </h2> + <p> + For a moment Philippa was unsteady upon her feet. Lessingham led her to a + chair. From outside came the low, cautious hooting of the motor horn, + calling to its dilatory passenger. + </p> + <p> + “I can not, of course, explain everything to you,” he began, in a tone of + unusual restraint, “but I do know that for the last two years your husband + has been responsible to the Admiralty for most of the mine fields around + your east coast. To begin with, his stay in Scotland was a sham. He was + most of the time with the fleet and round the coasts. His fishing + excursions from here have been of the same order, only more so. All the + places of importance, from here to the mouth of the Thames, have been + mined, or rather the approaches to them have been mined, under his + instructions. My mission in this country, here at Dreymarsh—do not + shrink from me if you can help it—was to obtain a copy of his mine + protection scheme of a certain town on the east coast.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I shrink from you?” she murmured. “This is all too wonderful! + What a little beast Henry must think me!” she added, with truly feminine + and marvellously selfish irrelevance. + </p> + <p> + “You and Miss Fairclough,” Lessingham went on, “have rather scoffed at my + presence here on behalf of our Secret Service. It seemed to you both very + ridiculous. Now you understand.” + </p> + <p> + “It makes no difference,” Philippa protested tearfully. “You always told + us the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “And I shall continue to do so,” Lessingham assured her. “I am not a + clever person at my work which is all new to me, but fortune favoured me + the night your husband was shipwrecked. I succeeded in stealing from him, + on board that wrecked trawler, the plan of the mine field which I was sent + over to procure.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you had to do it if you could,” Philippa sobbed. “I think it + was very clever of you.” + </p> + <p> + He smiled. + </p> + <p> + “There are others who might look at the matter differently,” he said. “I + am going to ask you a question which I know is unnecessary, but I must + have your answer to take away with me. If you had known all the time that + your husband, instead of being a skulker, as you thought him, was really + doing splendid work for his country, you would not have listened to me for + one moment, would you? You would not have let me grow to love you?” + </p> + <p> + She clutched his hands. + </p> + <p> + “You are the dearest man in the world,” she exclaimed, her lips still + quivering, “but, as you say, you know the answer. I was always in love + with Henry. It was because I loved him that I was so furious. I liked you + so much that it was mean of me ever to think of—of what so nearly + happened.” + </p> + <p> + “So nearly happened!” he repeated, with a sudden access of the bitterest + self-pity. + </p> + <p> + Once more the low, warning hoot of the motor horn, this time a little more + impatient, broke the silence. Philippa was filled with an unreasoning + terror. + </p> + <p> + “You must go!” she implored. “You must go this minute! If they were to + take you, I couldn't bear it. And that man Griffiths—he has sworn + that if he can not get the Government authority, he will shoot you!” + </p> + <p> + “Griffiths has gone to London,” he reminded her. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but he may be back by this train,” she cried, glancing at the clock, + “and I have a strange sort of fancy—I have had it all day—that + Henry might come, too. It is overdue now. Any one might arrive here. Oh, + please, for my sake, hurry away!” she begged, the tears streaming from her + eyes. “If anything should happen, I could never forgive myself. It is + because you have been so dear, so true and honourable, that all this time + has been wasted. If it were to cost you your life!” + </p> + <p> + She was seized by a fit of nervous anxiety which became almost a paroxysm. + She buttoned his coat for him and almost dragged him to the door. And then + she stopped for a moment to listen. Her eyes became distended. Her lips + were parted. She shook as though with an ague. + </p> + <p> + “It is too late!” she faltered hysterically. “I can hear Henry's voice! + Quick! Come to the window. You must get out that way and through the + postern gate.” + </p> + <p> + “Your husband will have seen the car,” he protested. “And besides, there + is your dressing-bag and your travelling coat.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall tell him everything,” she declared wildly. “Nothing matters + except that you escape. Oh, hurry! I can hear Henry talking to Jimmy + Dumble—for God's sake—” + </p> + <p> + The words died away upon her lips. The door had been opened and closed + again immediately. There was the quick turn of the lock, sounding like the + click of fate. Sir Henry, well inside the room, nodded to them both + affably. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Philippa? You weren't expecting me, eh? Hullo, Lessingham! Not gone + yet? Running it a trifle fine, aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham glanced towards the fastened door. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” he admitted, “a trifle too fine.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry was suddenly taken by storm. Philippa had thrown herself into + his arms. Her fingers were locked around his neck. Her lips, her eyes, + were pleading with him. + </p> + <p> + “Henry! Henry, you must forgive me! I never knew—I never dreamed + what you were really doing. I shall never forgive myself, but you—you + will be generous.” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, dear,” he promised, stooping down to kiss her. “Partly + my fault, of course. I had to humour those old ladies down at Whitehall + who wanted me to pose as a particularly harmless idiot. You see,” he went + on, glancing towards Lessingham, “they were always afraid that my steps + might be dogged by spies, if my position were generally known.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa did not relinquish her attitude. She was still clinging to her + husband. She refused to let him go. + </p> + <p> + “Henry,” she begged, “oh, listen to me! I have so much to confess, so much + of which I am ashamed! And yet, with it all, I want to entreat—to + implore one great favour from you.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry looked down into his wife's face. + </p> + <p> + “Is it one I can grant?” he asked gravely. + </p> + <p> + “If you want me ever to be happy again, you will,” she sobbed. “For + Helen's sake as well as mine, help Mr. Lessingham to escape.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham took a quick step forward. He had the air of one who has + reached the limits of his endurance. + </p> + <p> + “You mean this kindly, Lady Cranston, I know,” he said, “but I desire no + intervention.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry patted his wife's hand and held her a little away from him. + There was a curious but unmistakable change in his deportment. His mouth + had not altogether lost its humorous twist, but his jaw seemed more + apparent, the light in his eyes was keener, and there was a ring of + authority in his tone. + </p> + <p> + “Come,” he said, “let us understand one another, Philippa, and you had + better listen, too, Mr. Lessingham. I can promise you that your chances of + escape will not be diminished by my taking up these few minutes of your + time. Philippa,” he went on, turning back to her, “you have always posed + as being an exceedingly patriotic Englishwoman, yet it seems to me that + you have made a bargain with this man, knowing full well that he was in + the service of Germany, to give him shelter and hospitality here, access + to my house and protection amongst your friends, in return for certain + favours shown towards your brother.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was speechless. It was a view of the matter which she and Helen + had striven so eagerly to avoid. + </p> + <p> + “But, Henry,” she protested, “his stay here seemed so harmless. You + yourself have laughed at the idea of espionage at Dreymarsh. There is + nothing to discover. There is nothing going on here which the whole world + might not know.” + </p> + <p> + “That was never my plea,” Lessingham intervened. + </p> + <p> + “Nor is it the truth,” Sir Henry added sternly. + </p> + <p> + “The Baron Maderstrom was sent here, Philippa, to spy upon me, to gain + access by any means to this house, to steal, if he could, certain plans + and charts prepared by me.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa began to tremble. She seemed bereft of words. + </p> + <p> + “He told me this,” she faltered. “He told me not half an hour ago.” + </p> + <p> + There was a tapping at the door. Sir Henry moved towards it but did not + turn the key. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths is here with an escort, sir,” Mills announced. “He has + seized the motor car outside, and he begs to be allowed to come in.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII + </h2> + <p> + Mills' words were plainly audible throughout the room. Philippa made eager + signs to Lessingham, pointing to the French windows. Lessingham, however, + shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I prefer,” he said gently, “to finish my conversation with your + husband.”' + </p> + <p> + There was another and more insistent summons from outside. This time it + was Captain Griffiths' raucous voice. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Henry Cranston,” he called out, “I am here with authority. I beg to + be admitted.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is your escort?” + </p> + <p> + “In the hall.” + </p> + <p> + “If I let you come in,” Sir Henry continued, “will you come alone?” + </p> + <p> + “I should prefer it,” was the eager reply. “I wish to make this business + as little unpleasant to—to everybody as possible.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry softly turned the key, opened the door, and admitted Griffiths. + The man seemed to see no one else but Lessingham. He would have hastened + at once towards him, but Sir Henry laid his hand upon his arm. + </p> + <p> + “You must kindly restrain your impatience for a few moments,” he insisted. + “This is a private conference. Your business with the Baron Maderstrom can + be adjusted later.” + </p> + <p> + “It is my duty,” Griffiths proclaimed impatiently, “to arrest that man as + a spy. I have authority, granted me this morning in London.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite so,” Sir Henry observed, “but we are in the midst of a very + interesting little discussion which I intend to conclude. Your turn will + come later, Captain Griffiths.” + </p> + <p> + “I can countenance no discussion with such men as that,” Griffiths + declared scornfully. “I am here in the execution of my duty, and I resent + any interference with it.” + </p> + <p> + “No one wishes to interfere with you,” Sir Henry assured him, “but until I + say the word you will obey my orders.” + </p> + <p> + “So far as I am concerned,” Lessingham intervened, “I wish it to be + understood that I offer no defence.” + </p> + <p> + “You have no defence,” Sir Henry reminded him suavely. “I gather that not + only had you the effrontery to steal a chart from my pocket in the midst + of a life struggle upon the trawler, but you have capped this exploit with + a deliberate attempt to abduct my wife.” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths seemed for a moment almost beside himself. His eyes glowed. His + long fingers twitched. He kept edging a little nearer to Lessingham. + </p> + <p> + “Both charges,” the latter confessed, looking Sir Henry in the eyes, “are + true.” + </p> + <p> + Then Philippa found herself. She saw the sudden flash in her husband's + eyes, the grim fury in Griffiths' face. She stepped once more forward. + </p> + <p> + “Henry,” she insisted, “you must listen to what I have to say.” + </p> + <p> + “We have had enough words,” Griffiths interposed savagely. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry ignored the interruption. + </p> + <p> + “I am listening, Philippa,” he said calmly. + </p> + <p> + “It was my intention an hour ago to leave this place with Mr. Lessingham + to-night,” she told him deliberately. + </p> + <p> + “The devil it was!” Sir Henry muttered. + </p> + <p> + “As for the reason, you know it,” she continued, her tone full of courage. + “I am willing to throw myself at your feet now, but all the same I was + hardly treated. I was made the scapegoat of your stupid promise. You kept + me in ignorance of things a wife should know. You even encouraged me to + believe you a coward, when a single word from you would have changed + everything. Therefore, I say that it is you who are responsible for what I + nearly did, and what I should have done but for him—listen, Henry—but + for him!” + </p> + <p> + “But for him,” her husband repeated curiously. + </p> + <p> + “It was Mr. Lessingham,” she declared, “who opened my eyes concerning you. + It was he who refused to let me yield to that impulse of anger. Look at my + coat there. My bag is on that table. I was ready to leave with him + to-night. Before we went, he insisted on telling me everything about you. + He could have escaped, and I was willing to go with him. Instead, he spent + those precious minutes telling me the truth about you. That was the end.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady Cranston omits to add,” Lessingham put in, “that before I did so she + told me frankly that her feelings for me were of warm friendliness—that + her love was given to her husband, and her husband only.” + </p> + <p> + “How long is this to go on?” Griffiths asked harshly. “I have the + authority here and the power to take that man. These domestic explanations + have nothing to do with the case.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me,” Sir Henry retorted, with quiet emphasis, “they have a great + deal to do with it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am Commandant of this place—” Griffiths commenced. + </p> + <p> + “And I possess an authority here which you had better not dispute,” Sir + Henry reminded him sternly. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment's tense silence. Griffiths set his teeth hard, but his + hand wandered towards the back of his belt. + </p> + <p> + “I am now,” Sir Henry continued, “going to announce to you a piece of + news, over which we shall all be gloating when to-morrow morning's + newspapers are issued, but which is not as yet generally known. During + last night, a considerable squadron of German cruisers managed to cross + the North Sea and found their way to a certain port of considerable + importance to us.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham started, His face was drawn as though with pain. He had the air + of one who shrinks from the news he is about to hear. + </p> + <p> + “Incidentally,” Sir Henry continued, “three-quarters of the squadron also + found their way to the bottom of the sea, and the other quarter met our + own squadron, lying in wait for their retreat, and will not return.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham swayed for a moment upon his feet. One could almost fancy that + Sir Henry's tone was tinged with pity as he turned towards him. + </p> + <p> + “The chart of the mine field of which you possessed yourself,” he said, + “which it was the object of your visit here to secure, was a chart + specially prepared for you. You see, our own Secret Service is not + altogether asleep. Those very safe and inviting-looking channels for + British and Allied traffic—I marked them very clearly, didn't I?—were + where I'd laid my mines. The channels which your cruisers so carefully + avoided were the only safe avenues. So you see why it is, Maderstrom, that + I have no grudge against you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham's face for a moment was the face of a stricken man. There was a + look of dull horror in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Is this the truth?” he gasped. + </p> + <p> + “It is the truth,” Sir Henry assured him gravely. + </p> + <p> + “Does this conclude the explanations?” Captain Griffiths demanded + impatiently. “Your news is magnificent, Sir Henry. As regards this felon—” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry held up his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom's fate,” he said, “is mine to deal with and not yours, Captain + Griffiths.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa was the first to grasp the intentions of the man who was standing + only a few feet from her. She threw herself upon his arm and dragged down + the revolver which he had raised. Sir Henry, with a shout of fury, was + upon them at once. He took Griffiths by the throat and threw him upon the + sofa. The revolver clattered harmlessly on to the carpet. + </p> + <p> + “His Majesty's Service has no use for madmen,” he thundered. “You know + that I possess superior authority here.” + </p> + <p> + “That man shall not escape!” Griffiths shouted. + </p> + <p> + He struggled for his whistle. Sir Henry snatched it from him and picked up + the revolver from the carpet. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Griffiths,” he remonstrated severely, “one single move in + opposition to my wishes will cost you your career. Let there be no + misunderstanding about it. That man will not be arrested by you to-night.” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths staggered to his feet. He was half cowed, half furious. + </p> + <p> + “You take the responsibility for this, Sir Henry?” he demanded thickly. + “The man is a proved traitor. If you assist him to escape, you are subject + to penalties—” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry threw open the door. + </p> + <p> + “Captain Griffiths,” he interrupted, “I am not ignorant of my position in + this matter. Believe me, your last chance of retaining your position here + is to remember that you have had specific orders to yield to my authority + in all matters. Kindly leave this room and take your soldiers back to + their quarters.” + </p> + <p> + Griffiths hesitated for a single moment. He had the appearance of a man + half demented by a passion which could find no outlet. Then he left the + room, without salute, without a glance to the right or to the left. Out in + the hall, a moment later, they heard a harsh voice of command. The hall + door was opened and closed behind the sound of retreating footsteps. + </p> + <p> + “Sir Henry,” Lessingham reminded him, “I have not asked for your + intervention.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear fellow, you wouldn't,” was the prompt reply. “As for the little + trouble that has happened in the North Sea, don't take it too much to + heart, it was entirely the fault of the people who sent you here.” + </p> + <p> + “The fault of the people who sent me here,” Lessingham repeated. “I + scarcely understand.” + </p> + <p> + “It's simple enough,” Sir Henry continued. “You see, you are about as fit + to be a spy as Philippa, my wife here, is to be a detective. You possess + the one insuperable obstacle of having the instincts of a gentleman.—Come, + come,” he went on, “we have nothing more to say to one another. Open that + window and take the narrow path down to the beach. Jimmy Dumble is waiting + for you at the gate. He will row you out to a Dutch trawler which is lying + even now off the point.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean me to get away?” Lessingham exclaimed, bewildered. + </p> + <p> + “Believe me, it will cost nothing,” Sir Henry assured him. “I was not + bluffing when I told Captain Griffiths that I had supreme authority here. + He knows perfectly well that I am within my rights in aiding your escape.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa moved swiftly to where Lessingham was standing. She gave him her + hands. + </p> + <p> + “Dear friend,” she begged, “so wonderful a friend as you have been, don't + refuse this last thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Be a sensible fellow, Maderstrom,” Sir Henry said. “Remember that you + can't do yourself or your adopted country a ha'porth of good by playing + the Quixote.” + </p> + <p> + “Besides,” Philippa continued, holding his hands tightly, “it is, after + all, only an exchange. You have saved Henry's life, set Richard free, and + brought us happiness. Why should you hesitate to accept your own liberty?” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry threw open the window and looked towards a green light out at + sea. + </p> + <p> + “There's your trawler,” he pointed out, “and remember the tide will turn + in half an hour. I don't wish to hurry you.” + </p> + <p> + Lessingham raised Philippa's fingers to his lips. + </p> + <p> + “I shall think of you both always,” he said simply. “You are very + wonderful people.” + </p> + <p> + He turned towards the window. Sir Henry took up the Homburg hat from the + table by his side. + </p> + <p> + “Better take your hat,” he suggested. + </p> + <p> + Lessingham paused, accepted it, and looked steadfastly at the donor. + </p> + <p> + “You knew from the first?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “From the very first,” Sir Henry assured him. “Don't look so confounded,” + he went on consolingly. “Remember that espionage is the only profession in + which it is an honour to fail.” + </p> + <p> + Philippa came a little shyly into her husband's arms, as he turned back + into the room. The tenderness in his own face, however, and a little catch + in his voice, broke down at once the wall of reserve which had grown up + between them. + </p> + <p> + “My dear little woman!” he murmured. “My little sweetheart! You don't know + how I've ached to explain everything to you—including the Russian + ladies.” + </p> + <p> + “Explain them at once, sir!” Philippa insisted, pretending to draw her + face away for a moment. + </p> + <p> + “They were the wife and sister-in-law of the Russian Admiral, Draskieff, + who was sent over to report upon our method of mine laying,” he told her. + </p> + <p> + “You and I have to go up to a little dinner they are giving to-morrow or + the next day.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, dear, what an idiot I was!” Philippa exclaimed ruefully. “I imagined—all + sorts of things. But, Henry dear,” she went on, “do you know that we have + a great surprise for you—here in the house?” + </p> + <p> + “No surprise, dear,” he assured her, shaking his head. “I knew the very + hour that Richard left Wittenberg. And here he is, by Jove!” + </p> + <p> + Richard and Helen entered together. Philippa could not even wait for the + conclusion of the hearty but exceedingly British greeting which passed + between the two men. + </p> + <p> + “Listen to me, both of you!” she cried incoherently. “Helen, you + especially! You never heard anything so wonderful in your life! They + weren't fishing excursions at all. There weren't any whiting. Henry was + laying mines all the time, and he's blown up half the German fleet! It's + all in the Times this morning. He's got a D.S.O.—Henry has—and + he's a Rear-Admiral! Oh, Helen, I want to cry!” + </p> + <p> + The two women wandered into a far corner of the room. Richard wrung his + brother-in-law's hand. + </p> + <p> + “Philippa isn't exactly coherent,” he remarked, “but it sounds all right.” + </p> + <p> + “You see,” Sir Henry explained, “I've been mine laying ever since the war + started. I always had ideas of my own about mine fields, as you may + remember. I started with Scotland, and then they moved me down here. The + Admiralty thought they'd be mighty clever, and they insisted upon my + keeping my job secret. It led to a little trouble with Philippa, but I + think we are through with all that.—I suppose you know that those + two young women have been engaged in a regular conspiracy, Dick?” + </p> + <p> + “I know a little,” Richard replied gravely, “and I'm sure you will believe + that I wouldn't have countenanced it for a moment if I'd had any idea what + they were up to.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sure you wouldn't,” Sir Henry agreed. “Anyway, it led to no harm.” + </p> + <p> + “Maderstrom, then,” Richard asked, with a sudden more complete + apprehension of the affair, “was over here to spy upon you?” + </p> + <p> + “That's the ticket,” Sir Henry assented. + </p> + <p> + Richard frowned. + </p> + <p> + “And he bribed Philippa and Helen with my liberty!” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you worry about that,” his brother-in-law begged. “They must have + known by instinct that a chap like Maderstrom couldn't do any harm.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he now?” Richard asked eagerly. “Helen insisted upon keeping me + out of the way but we've heard all sorts of rumours. The Commandant has + been up here after him, hasn't he?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I sent him away with a flea in his ear! I don't like the + fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “And Maderstrom?” + </p> + <p> + “The pseudo-Mr. Lessingham, eh?” Sir Henry observed. “Well, to tell you + the truth, Dick, if there is one person I am a little sorry for in the + history of the last few weeks, it's Maderstrom.” + </p> + <p> + “You, too?” Richard exclaimed. “Why, every one seems crazy about the + fellow.” + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry nodded. + </p> + <p> + “I remember him in your college days, Dick. He was a gentleman and a good + sort, only unfortunately his mother was a German. He did his bit of + soldiering with the Prussian Guards at the beginning of the war, got a + knock and volunteered for the Secret Service. They sent him over here. The + fellow must have no end of pluck, for, as I dare say you know, they let + him down from the observation car of a Zeppelin. He finds his way here all + right, makes his silly little bargain with our dear but gullible + womenkind, and sets himself to watch—to watch me, mind. The whole + affair is too ridiculously transparent. For a time he can't bring himself + even to touch my papers here, although, as it happens, they wouldn't have + done him the least bit of good. It was only the stress and excitement of + the shipwreck last week that he ventured to steal the chart which I had so + carefully prepared for him. I really think, if he hadn't done that, I + should have had to slip it into his pocket or absolutely force it upon him + somehow. He sends it off like a lamb and behold the result! We've crippled + the German Navy for the rest of the war.” + </p> + <p> + “It was a faked chart, then, of course?” Richard demanded breathlessly. + </p> + <p> + “And quite the cleverest I ever prepared,” Sir Henry acknowledged. “I can + assure you that it would have taken in Von Tirpitz himself, if he'd got + hold of it.” + </p> + <p> + “But where is Maderstrom now, sir?” Richard asked. + </p> + <p> + Sir Henry moved his head towards the window, where Philippa, for the last + few moments, had softly taken her place. Her eyes were watching a green + light bobbing up and down in the distance. Suddenly she gave a little + exclamation. + </p> + <p> + “It's moving!” she cried. “He's off!” + </p> + <p> + “He's safe on a Dutch trawler,” Sir Henry declared. “And I think,” he + added, moving towards the sideboard, “it's time you and I had a drink + together, Dick.” + </p> + <p> + They helped themselves to whisky and soda. There were still many + explanations to be given. Half-concealed by the curtain, Philippa stood + with her eyes turned seawards. The green light was dimmer now, and the + low, black outline of the trawler crept slowly over the glittering track + of moonlight. She gave a little start as it came into sight. There was a + sob in her throat, tears burning in her eyes. Her fingers clutched the + curtains almost passionately. She stood there watching until her eyes + ached. Then she felt an arm around her waist and her husband's whisper in + her ear. + </p> + <p> + “I haven't let you wander too far, have I, Phil?” + </p> + <p> + She turned quickly towards him, eager for the comfort of his extended + arms. Her face was buried in his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “You know,” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Zeppelin's Passenger, by E. 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