Henry found Anthony Luttrell sitting on the stone bench and so oblivious
of his surroundings that it needed a hand on his shoulder to rouse him.
Then he said vaguely:
“Oh, you’re back.”
“Rouse up a bit, Tony. It might have been Mr. Jeffrey Ember, you know.
He was in the passages last night, and, for all I know, he may be there
every night. I came back to say that I shan’t be down to-morrow. Make
our appointment Sunday night instead.”
“I want to be out of this by then,” said Anthony. “I’ll go sick if
there’s no other way. Stay here another forty-eight hours I cannot, and
will not. I tell you I can’t answer for myself.”
Henry gave an inward groan. Jane had evidently been entirely right. They
had not made it up.
“You’ve seen Raymond. I saw her pass.”
“I’ve seen ... Lady Heritage. Henry, will you tell me what the devil
women are made of? She seemed to expect to take things up exactly as if
the last seven years had never been at all, exactly as if there had been
no breach, no war, no John Heritage, and no Jeffrey Ember. Oh, damn
Jeffrey Ember!...”
“And I suppose you stood there and fired off sarcastic remarks at the
poor girl, instead of thanking heaven for your luck. What’s the good of
brooding over the past, Tony, and letting it spoil everything for you
now? Raymond cares a heap more for you than you deserve, and if she’s
got into a mess, it’s up to you to get her out of it. After all, you
don’t want a scandal, do you?”
“I’ve got to get away. It’s no good, Henry.”
“I’ll give Piggy your letter,” Henry went on, “and tell him how you
feel. He’ll recall you all right. But I know he’s very strong on your
coming to life again. You ought to have done it ages ago; when you came
back from Russia, in fact. Look here, Tony, be a reasonable being. Shave
off your beard, and take the artistic colour off that scar. Turn up in
London as yourself, and wire Raymond to come up and meet you. I want her
got away from here.”
“Then get Piggy to wire to her, or her father. There are a dozen ways in
which it can be done. I refuse quite definitely to have anything to do
with it. If Piggy hasn’t recalled me by Monday, I shall simply go. You
can tell him that, if you like; and you can tell him that I shall
probably kill some one if I stay here.”
Without another word he got up, walked round the seat, and disappeared
into the passage.
A little later Henry emerged from a cave upon the seashore. There were a
number of these caves, some large, some small, under the far side of the
headland.
The boundary of Luttrell Marches lay a quarter of a mile behind.
Henry walked briskly along the shore, keeping close to the cliff so that
he might walk on rock instead of shingle. Presently he left the beach
and climbed a steep zigzagging path. Twenty minutes’ walk brought him to
a small inn where he picked up his car and drove away.
Next day in Sir Julian’s room he unburdened himself and delivered
Anthony’s letter.
“’M, yes; I’ll recall him,” said Piggy frowning. “He’s no good where he
is, if that’s his frame of mind. But it’s a pity—a pity. It bears out
exactly what I’ve always said. He has extraordinary abilities; I suppose
he might have made a brilliant success in almost any profession, but
he’s _impayable_.... I don’t think we’ve got a word for it in English
...; he lacks the vein of mediocrity which I maintain is
indispensable—the faculty of being ordinary which, for instance, you
possess.”
Henry blushed a little, and Sir Julian laughed.
“I think I’ll send him abroad again. Of course it’s high time he came to
life, as you say, if it’s only for the sake of getting you out of what
must be an extremely awkward position. My wife tells me that
match-making mammas of her acquaintance regard you with romantic
interest as the owner of Luttrell Marches. Well, I’ll see him when he
comes up. Meanwhile, I’ve had Simpson’s report. He says that, according
to reliable information, two men were concerned in the sale of Formula
‘A.’ One is a man called Belcovitch, the other, who seems to have kept
in the background, is described as a big good-looking man—florid
complexion, blue eyes, either English or American, though he passed
under the name of Bernier and professed to be Swiss. Does that fit your
friend Ember by any chance?”
“No,” said Henry, “but it sounds very much like Molloy.”
“Molloy was supposed to have gone to the States, wasn’t he?”
Piggy had been drawing a neat brick wall at the foot of a sheet of
foolscap. He now sketched in rapidly two fighting cats. It was a
spirited performance. Each cat had wildly up-ended fur and a waving
tail.
“Well, he and Ember told Miss Smith that he was going to the States. I
don’t know that that goes for very much.”
“’M, no,” said Piggy. “Well, Bernier passed through Paris yesterday, and
is in London to-day. Belcovitch has gone to Vienna. Now, if Bernier is
Molloy, he’ll probably communicate with Ember. I was having him
shadowed, of course, but the fool who was on the job has managed to let
him slip. I’m hoping to pick him up again, but meanwhile....”
Piggy was putting in the cats’ claws as he spoke, his enormous hand
absolutely steady over the delicate curves and sharp points.
“There’s nothing more about Ember?” said Henry.
Sir Julian shook his head, and went on drawing. “He wore the white
flower of a blameless life in Chicago, and was absolutely unknown to the
police,” he said. “There’s a three-volume novel about Molloy, though.
You’d better have it to read. Now you go off and have some sleep, and
... er, by the way, if Miss Smith ... what’s her other name?”
“Jane,” said Henry.
“Well, if she wants to get away at any time, my wife will be very
pleased to put her up.”
“Thank you awfully, sir,” said Henry.
When he had gone, Sir Julian asked the Exchange for his private number.
He sat holding the receiver to his ear and touching up his cats until
Isobel’s voice said:
“Yes, who is it?”
Then he said:
“M’ dear, in the matter of Henry.”
“Yes? Has anything happened?”
“In the matter of Henry,” said Piggy firmly, “I should say, from his
conscious expression, that he had brought it off. Her name is Jane
Smith.”
“And I mayn’t ask any questions?”
“Not one. I just thought you’d better know her name in case she suddenly
arrived to stay with you. That’s all. I shall be late.”
He rang off.