Concerning the Fan
Rupert returned to Royabay in rather a melancholy frame of mind.
He found himself in a very difficult situation, and there did
not seem to be any chance of his extricating himself therefrom,
now that Miss Wharf possessed the fan. It was strange that she
should have received it from Clarence Burgh, and Rupert wondered
how that dashing young gentleman became its owner. However,
there was little use speculating on this. Miss Wharf had the
fan, and probably she would keep it, unless the large sum of
money offered by Tung-yu tempted her to do business. Ainsleigh
wondered also, if the old maid had read the papers, and if she
had seen the advertisement.
"But what does it matter to me," said Rupert, as he turned up
the avenue. "I won't get the money, and Miss Wharf will see me
hanged first before she will let me make such a sum. While I am
poor, she holds me in her clutches, and thinks by means of that
mortgage to prevent my marriage with Olivia. What would she say
if she knew that we were already married. I was wrong to consent
to keep the affair secret, even though Olivia wished it. In any
case Miss Wharf can do nothing, till the end of the year, and
the truth is bound to come to her ears sooner or later. Then she
will strike and spare not. I believe that's the motto of the
Wharfs, and it fits her spiteful temper excellently."
Then Rupert went on to reflect on what Olivia had told him of
Aunt Sophia's romance with Markham Ainsleigh. The young man had
never heard of it before, as he knew little of his father, who
had gone to China, a few years after his heir was born. In fact
Markham only waited till there was a male Ainsleigh to carry on
the succession and to inherit what remained of the estates, and
then steamed to the Far East to seek fortune. But fortune had
proved unkind and the poor man had died--whether of dysentery or
by violence, it is difficult to say. Some people said one thing
and some another, but even Rupert did not know the truth. Dr.
Forge, who had worked the mine in the Kan-su province along with
Markham, knew the absolute truth, and he ascribed the death to
dysentery, so Rupert, for the time being at all events, was
willing to accept this explanation. He had no reason to doubt
the loyalty of Theophilus Forge who had been a college chum of
his father's.
Thinking in this way and considering whether it would not be
advisable to proclaim his marriage so as to release his wife
from the odious attentions of Clarence Burgh, the young man
arrived at the house. He was met in the hall by Mrs. Petley, who
announced that Major Tidman was waiting to see her young master.
Rupert nodded in an absent-minded way and was going to the
library where the Major was kicking his heels, when Mrs. Petley
caught him by the arm. "It's walking again," said Mrs. Petley,
whose fat face was pale, "and say what you like Master Rupert,
trouble is coming."
She was a stout old dame with a red face suggestive of drink, a most
unfair thing to be said of her as she drank nothing stronger than gin
and water, one tumbler a night before retiring. But Mrs. Petley had
been a cook in her early days; later on she assumed the position
Rupert's nurse, and finally, having married Petley the butler, she
became housekeeper of Royabay. She was a common vulgar old woman, but
loyal to the core, and adored Rupert. When he had to dismiss the
greater part of his servants he retained John Petley, and John
Petley's wife, who continued to serve him faithfully and always hoped
for better days. Mrs. Petley, being intensely superstitious, was always
influenced by the appearance of Abbot Raoul whose walking was supposed
to predict bad luck to the Ainsleighs. If the ghost did not appear Mrs.
Petley was happy, but when it did she always prognosticated evil. And
it must be admitted that Rupert usually had more trouble with his
creditors when Abbot Raoul _did_ visit his old haunts. He seemed to
be a most malignant spirit. But Rupert as an educated man, was not
going to admit occult influence.
"Nonsense Mrs. Petley," said he, shaking her off, "so far as
trouble is concerned, Abbot Raoul might remain visible for ever.
Am I ever out of trouble?"
"No, that you ain't, worse luck. But this walking means
something extra special as I said to John."
"Where did you see the old beast, I mean Abbot Raoul of course."
Mrs. Petley started. "Hush deary," she whispered looking round
in a fearful manner, "don't speak evil of speerits. It may be
round, and you might anger it. I saw it in the cloisters."
"Near the place?" asked Rupert.
"Aye, standing on the black square where its mortal body was
burnt poor soul. It was pinting to a tree."
"To what tree--there are plenty in the cloisters."
"To the copper beech, as you might say Master Rupert. And angry
enough he looked. I nearly fainted."
"You should be used to the ghost by this time Mrs. Petley."
"Ghosts is things custom won't help you with," said Mrs. Petley
mysteriously, "they freeze your blood every time. Just as I was
thinking of a good scream and a faint, it vanished."
"Into thin air like the witches in Macbeth," said Rupert
lightly. "Well it doesn't need Abbot Raoul to come and tell me
trouble is near. I'm likely to have a good deal by the end of
the year."
"Oh Master Rupert what is it?" gasped the old woman.
"Nothing I can tell you at present," said Ainsleigh carelessly,
"I have a good mind to seek Abbot Raoul myself and see if he
can't help me; but I'm not psychic as you are Mrs. Petley. I see
nothing."
"And a good thing too," said the ex-cook solemnly, "if I spoke
to you it would be to make matters worse, though worse they
can't be."
"Oh yes they can," said Rupert grimly. "I may have to leave--"
"Never," cried Mrs. Petley smiting her fat hands together.
"Royabay can never do without an Ainsleigh within its walls."
"It will have to content itself with Abbot Raoul, and I hope
he'll jolly well frighten the creditors."
"Drat them," said Mrs. Petley vigorously, "but Master Rupert why
did it pint to the copper beech."
"I can't say. Ask it when next you see it. But I must go to
Major Tidman. He'll be angry if I keep him."
Mrs. Petley tossed her head and snorted. "The idear of old
Farmer Tidman's son, being angry with the likes of you Master
Rupert. I mind him when he was a brat of a lad and--"
"Yes--yes--but I must go," said Ainsleigh rather impatiently and
left Mrs. Petley talking to the air.
Major Tidman, whose ears must have burnt at the thoughts, which
occupied Mrs. Petley's brain was seated in the most comfortable
arm-chair he could find, and smoked a good cigar. He had a
bottle of port and a glass before him, and apparently had made
himself at home while waiting.
"Hope you don't mind my making free with the wine-list," said
Tidman, who looked rather uneasy, as he rose. "I've waited two
hours."
"What about?" said Rupert, throwing his cap down and sinking
wearily into a near chair, "anything wrong?"
"I am," said the Major, "all wrong my dear boy. You see in me a
beast and a false friend."
"Indeed. How do you make that out?"
"I have been concealing things from you," said the Major
ruefully, "and all to make money. I'm really getting avaricious,
Ainsleigh," added the Major desperately, "and it's spoiling my
character."
"Well," said Rupert filling his pipe, and wondering what this
out-burst meant, "Byron says that avarice is a fine old
gentlemanly vice. If you have only that fault to blame yourself
for, you are very lucky."
"But I should have told you about the fan."
Rupert blew out the match he had just lighted and sat up.
"What's that about the fan?" he asked sharply.
"I know something about it," said Tidman fortifying his courage
with a glass of wine, "and I should have spoken the other
evening after dinner when you read that advertisement. But I
thought I'd get the fan myself and secure the five thousand
pounds--though to be sure I didn't know what that Tung-yu would
pay for it at the time."
"No," said Rupert drily, "I told you that later. Well, Major,
you haven't treated me quite on the square, but I forgive you. I
expect neither of us will make money out of that fan."
"No," said Tidman still more ruefully. "Forge has lost it."
Rupert looked puzzled. "Forge? What do you mean?
"Oh, this is part of my confession of trickery," said the Major
rubbing his bald head. "You see Ainsleigh, I held my tongue when
you read out about the fan, but I knew where it was all the
time."
"And where was it?" asked the young man staring.
"Forge has it--or rather Forge had it," said the Major, and he
related his interview with the doctor when Rupert had departed.
"So you see," added the Major sadly "I'm punished for my
wrong-doing. I'm very sorry, as I like you, Ainsleigh, and after
all I'd be glad to see you make the money, though I'm not so
well off myself as people think, and five thousand pounds would
help me a lot. However, I hope you will think I have made amends
for my momentary lapse from squareness by thus confessing."
"Oh that's all right Tidman, But treat me openly for the future.
How did you know that Forge had had the fan?"
Rupert did not tell what he had heard from Olivia for the
moment. He first wished to hear all that the Major had to say.
Tidman had certainly acted wrongly, as he should not have taken
advantage of Rupert's confidence, but now he apparently wished
to behave properly and Ainsleigh put the Major's temporary
deceit out of his mind.
"I gave Forge the fan," blurted out the Major.
"The deuce you did," said Ainsleigh looking puzzled. "And where
did you get it?"
"In Canton seven years ago," confessed Tidman, "I was travelling
there for my health, and I had an adventure."
"What was that?"
But Tidman did not seem inclined to speak out. "I'll tell you on
another occasion," he said with a shudder, "it was not a very
pleasant adventure, and Forge, who was in Canton at the time,
got me out of it. I stuck to the fan though."
"Oh, so the fan was the cause of the adventure?"
"Partly," admitted Tidman reluctantly. "I'll tell you later as I
say," he wiped his forehead, "I can't tell you now, it's too
awful. I got the fan though and Forge took a fancy to it. He
asked me for it in Canton and I refused. He asked again in
England and I gave it to him. He's had it all these seven years,
locked up in that black japan cabinet with the gold figures--"
"I know. Its in that Chinese room of his. Well?"
"After you went away the other day I asked him to give me the
fan back, as I wanted to get the money from Tung-yu. Forge
refused, as he said the fan has something to do with a secret--"
"Whose secret?"
"Lo-Keong's secret. He is the real owner of the fan you know.
Forge seems to hate Lo-Keong, and said the fan would get him
into trouble."
"But how--how?" asked Ainsleigh impatiently.
The Major wiped his face again, "I don't know--I can't say. But
Forge said there was a secret connected with the fan--"
"You said that before," cried Rupert becoming exasperated.
"I don't know what I am saying, and that's the truth," stammered
Tidman becoming hotter and redder, "but Forge said if I found
the secret he would give me the fan. He then opened the cabinet
and found that the fan was gone."
"What did he say?"
"He turned as white as a sheet, and said that his life was at
stake."
Rupert rose to pace the room. The mystery of the fan piqued him,
"I wonder what he meant by that?" he asked himself.
"Something horrid if it has to do with the Chinese," said the
Major, "you have no idea what brutes they are. But Forge thought
that Mrs. Bressy, the old woman who looks after him, might have
sneaked the fan, as she is fond of taking things and pawning
them. But she swore she had never set eyes on it."
"Wasn't the cabinet locked?"
"Yes. That's the strange part, and Forge has the key on his
watch-chain. The lock wasn't broken, and no other key would fit
it, so how it was opened, is a mystery. But the fan's gone."
"Quite so," said Rupert, facing the Major sharply, "and Miss
Wharf has the very fan you speak of."
Tidman fell back in his chair and gasped till he was purple in
the face. "Wh--a--a--t," he drawled out. "Sophia Wharf?"
"Yes. Olivia told me, when I explained how I wished to find the
fan and make money. It seems that young Burgh----"
"A detestable young cad," snapped Tidman.
"I agree with you. He dares to admire my--to admire Olivia,"
said Rupert nearly letting his secret slip out, "and, to gain
her good graces, he offered her this fan. She refused, and he
then presented it to Miss Wharf, who took it and who has it
now."
"Oh," groaned the Major, "and it's worth five thousand. What
luck some people have."
Rupert shrugged his shoulders. "The luck will not come our way,"
he replied carelessly, "and to tell you the truth I don't much
care. I expect Miss Wharf will sell the fan to Tung-yu."
"But she doesn't know about his wishing to buy it?"
"She may have seen the advertisement, and you know Tung-yu is
coming to the ball at the Bristol."
Major Tidman rose like a jack-in-the-box. "Who says so?" he
asked.
"Young Walker. Tung-yu is not the keeper of the Whitechapel
Joss-house as I thought. He is a clerk in the firm of Kum-gum-Li."
"Chris Walker also works for them," interpolated the Major.
"Certainly, and he is bringing Tung-yu to the ball. I don't know
why, and I don't much care," added Ainsleigh somewhat crossly.
"I am about tired of this fan business. What will you do?"
Major Tidman buttoned his coat. "I'm going straight to Forge,"
he said, "and I shall tell him that young Burgh had the fan. I
know how he got it."
"Do you, indeed," said Rupert yawning.
"Yes. Miss Pewsey stole it from the cabinet."
"Nonsense. Why should she do that?"
"Because she's always about Forge's house. He told me that he
might marry her--ugh," the Major sneered, "fancy marrying that
old cat."
"Different people have different tastes," said Ainsleigh coolly,
"but if Forge is going to marry Miss Pewsey all the more reason
she should not steal the fan."
"But she did," insisted the Major. "I'm sure she stole it and
gave it to that scamp of a nephew so that he might gain Miss
Rayner's goodwill. You see, Miss Pewsey would like to see Burgh
married to Olivia, as she--Miss Pewsey I mean--could then finger
the five hundred a year Miss Wharf will leave her niece."
"He had better be certain that Olivia will inherit the money
first," said Rupert grimly, thinking of the secret marriage,
"and Miss Pewsey hates Olivia."
"She hates everyone," said Tidman shrugging his plump shoulders,
"but she hasn't a penny to bless herself with, and when Miss
Wharf dies she will be cast on the world. Even five hundred a
year is a consideration to her, and if her nephew can secure
that by marrying Olivia, why, all the better for Miss Pewsey."
But Rupert shook his head. "If Miss Pewsey had that scheme in
her head, she would be more friendly with Olivia," he said, "and
she can set her mind at rest: Burgh will not marry Olivia."
"He's a dangerous rival Ainsleigh."
"Pooh. I can manage that young man and half a dozen like him.
You don't think I'd give up the girl I love, to anyone, Tidman."
"No," said the Major, looking at the frank brave face of his
host, "but Burgh is unscrupulous, and will make mischief.
However, perhaps Forge will deal with him for this fan business.
When Forge learns that Miss Pewsey has stolen his fan, he won't
marry her. I'll have the satisfaction of spoiling her plans at
all events."
"She seems to have a great many plans according to you," yawned
Ainsleigh, "but frankly I think you have found a mare's nest. I
don't believe anything will come of the matter. It's moonshine."
Tidman marched to the door. "We'll see," said he determinedly.
"I believe trouble is coming to you through young Burgh," and he
departed.
Rupert left alone lighted his pipe and thought of Mrs. Petley's
fancy concerning the ghost. "If this is the trouble," said he to
himself. "I don't mind. Burgh won't get Olivia unless over my
dead body. As to this fan--pah!"
But he little knew what disasters the fan would bring to him.
Abbot Raoul's ghost was not walking for nothing.