HELPLESS.
At Lanwin Grange all was confusion. About twelve o'clock on the
previous day Mona had left the house with the intention of going to
Folkstone to interview Lady Sophia. She was unaware that this
formidable personage had returned to London, and wished to explain how
much she loved Lord Prelice, so that Lady Sophia might offer no
opposition to the marriage. From the time that she had left the Grange
she had not been seen. Mrs. Blexey was not alarmed until her young
mistress failed to return to dinner, as she had promised. Then the
housekeeper had sent a groom with a dog-cart over to the Folkstone
hotel at which Lady Sophia was supposed to be stopping. The man had
returned with the information that Miss Chent had not been seen at the
hotel, and that Lady Sophia Haken had gone back to London. It was then
that Mrs. Blexey grew terrified.
"Whatever will his lordship and Mr. Shepworth say?" she wailed. "They
will be fit to take the skin off me."
The butler advised an immediate wire to both the young gentlemen; but
Mrs. Blexey, hoping to save the situation, refused to listen, alleging
that perhaps Miss Mona, walking across the Downs towards Folkstone,
had lost herself. But when the night passed, and still the girl did
not put in an appearance, the housekeeper was compelled to send
telegrams to Prelice and the barrister. The two friends, oddly enough,
met at Charing-Cross Station to go down by the same train. Naturally
they secured a first-class carriage in order to talk over the
disappearance of Miss Chent.
"What do you think about it?" asked Shepworth anxiously.
"It is a new move on the part of that blackguard Jadby," replied the
other between his teeth.
"But would he dare?"
"He would dare anything to gain his ends. He tried to shoot you, and
now he has kidnapped Mona."
"Are you sure of that, Dorry?"
"What other explanation can there be, Ned? Mona has not returned, and
she never went near the Piccadilly Hotel in Folkstone, where my aunt
has been staying. I expect after our meeting at Horace's this
scoundrel came down, and watched for an opportunity to get Mona by
herself. Then he kidnapped her."
"But he could not do that alone and in England."
"No doubt he had help of some sort, and the Downs are lonely. Besides,
he threatened at Horace's to do me an injury, and what greater one
could he inflict than to carry off Mona? Also, Madame Marie hinted
that Jadby would strike at me through the girl I love. By the way, I
have sent a special messenger to bring that lady down to Hythe."
"For what reason Dorry?"
"Madame Marie," said Prelice quietly, "may be a bad woman; Uncle Simon
says that she is. All the same, she loves that Jadby beast, and will
move heaven and earth to secure him. If he has carried off Mona--as I
suspect--Madame Marie will help me."
"How can she?"
"She can go into a trance, and see where Mona is hidden."
Shepworth raised his eyebrows. "Dorry, do you really believe in these
magical things?"
"There is no magic about them," retorted Lord Prelice bluntly, "save
to people who can't see farther than their noses. Everything works
under well-defined laws both in the seen and in the unseen worlds. It
only needs a person to learn and understand these laws to work what
the unthinking call miracles."
"And you believe that this woman----"
"Yes, I do," interrupted Prelice impatiently; "you have only to look
into Madame Marie's eyes to see that she has the Sight. She may be a
bad lot, as Uncle Simon says, but there are Black Magicians as well as
White ones. But there," he ended abruptly, "I am only talking in High
Dutch to you."
"I confess that I am not superstitious," said Shepworth thoughtfully.
"Occult powers have nothing to do with superstition," said Prelice in
a calm and decisive way. "Everything is law, as I tell you, and when
the law is known, certain things can be done. By means of the Sacred
Herb, the spirit--that is the astral body--can part from the flesh and
go where it will. When Madame Marie arrives at the Grange, I shall
make her help me in that way. She will be quite willing, if only to
thwart Jadby. But there," Prelice again brushed away his words with a
gesture, "I have explained enough to a sceptic such as you are. Let us
talk of other matters. What do you intend to do about Constance?"
Shepworth coloured, and looked out of the window at the landscape,
which was flying past, dream-fashion. "I do not like to discuss Mrs.
Rover even to you, Prelice," he said stiffly.
"Ned," answered his friend, "don't be a fool If you had confided in me
when we first met in Geddy's Restaurant a great deal of trouble might
have been avoided. Besides, you told Mona, why should you not tell
me?" And Prelice waited for a reply.
"I only told Mona that I loved Constance," said Shepworth, after an
uneasy pause; "naturally I didn't like to say too much."
"I quite understand. But the fact remains that you love Constance, and
that Constance loves you. She is a married woman."
"Unfortunately for me," said Shepworth bitterly.
"And unfortunately for her also, seeing that she is tied to a man who
hates her more than he loves her. Rover's pride is wounded, Ned, by
his wife's preference for you, and he'll make trouble."
"I see that, and I wish to avoid trouble for Constance's sake. But
what can I do?"
"You can move from Alexander Mansions for one thing, and take a trip
to the Colonies for another. Rover may die."
"There is no chance."
"Pooh!" said Prelice contemptuously, "the man's a bloodless little
rat. And look at those dilated eyes of his--like those of a fierce
rabbit, if there is such a thing in nature. I shouldn't be at all
surprised if Rover pegged out unexpectedly. He doesn't motor, nor
golf, nor bicycle, nor shoot--in fact, he avoids all excitements. So
Aunt Sophia told me. That shows how weak his heart is. Depend upon
it----"
"No, no!" said Shepworth impatiently; "even for Constance. I do not
want to build my future happiness on a man's death. I shall take your
advice, and go to Australia for a few years. It will be better for me
and for Constance, since here we can only look at one another, and
dare not meet, much less speak, save in the presence of others. But
there has been no scandal since Rover's marriage, and so far as I'm
concerned there shall be no scandal. There, we have talked enough."
"Poor old chap," said Prelice, leaning forward to shake Shepworth's
hand, "you're having a deuce of a time. Your Karma----"
"Oh, hang your theosophy!"
"Very good. One wastes words in speaking to the deaf. Besides, the
matter of Mona's rescue is more important than anything else. Hang it,
how slow this beastly train is!"
This was hard on the engine driver, who was doing his best, and
actually was sending along the train at top speed. But had Prelice
been mounted on a flying bombshell he would have found its speed too
slow, since his thoughts, outstripping all other means of locomotion,
had flown long since to the house in the hollow.
However, the longest rivers get to the sea in the end, and the young
men found themselves on Hythe platform. A motor car--ordered in
advance by wire--waited them, and they were soon buzzing upward to
Lanwin Grange. On arriving at the great mansion they were met by Mrs.
Blexey, all tears and lamentation. But Prelice, in his stiff military
manner, soon reduced her to common-sense talk, and learned that
although every inquiry had been made, and every possible place
searched, as yet Mona had not been found. She had disappeared as
completely as a dewdrop does in the ocean. Even the local police could
do nothing.
"Which is just like the local police," growled Prelice. "I say, Ned,
you take the car and scout over the Downs. Somewhere about there Jadby
may hold her prisoner."
"Oh, sir," wailed Mrs. Blexey, "do you think that such a nasty man has
run away with Miss Mona?"
"It is the sole solution of her disappearance that I can think of,
Mrs. Blexey. There, there! Don't talk any more. Ned, you go round the
Downs, and use the car for speed. I'll wait until the arrival of
Madame Marie, and then search Folkstone. Humph!" Prelice looked
sharply at Ned. "Do you know if Jadby has a boat, or a yacht, or a
steamer of any sort?"
"Yes," said Shepworth, starting to his feet; "now you mention it, I
did hear him say to Sir Oliver that he had a small steamer anchored in
the Thames. But I can't give particulars."
"Never mind. I'll set the police to work on this possible clue. If
that steamer has been brought round to Folkstone Harbour, you may be
sure that Mona is held prisoner on board. But if this is so, and Jadby
has gone off to the South Seas--which is just what he would do--I'll
borrow Uncle Simon's yacht. Twin screw, triple expansion, and a devil
to go. I'll follow Jadby to Polynesia, and to hell if necessary,"
ended Lord Prelice grimly.
Arrangements being thus made, Shepworth went off in the car with a
policeman who knew the neighbourhood, and with the chauffeur, who was
a magnificent driver--and driving of the best was needed on the
rolling uplands of the Downs. Prelice, left behind, waited for Madame
Marie, and in the meantime asked Mrs. Blexey about the herb which
Horace had given to the girl.
"Was it a small white parcel?" asked the housekeeper.
"Yes. It contained some roots and leaves."
"Miss Mona took it with her," explained Mrs. Blexey; "she asked me to
make a linen bag, and then sewed it inside her dress."
"Good," said Prelice; adding to himself: "If she has the herb and can
make use of it, she may render Jadby insensible, and escape."
The reflection that Mona had this means of protection quietened him
somewhat; but his anxiety rose again to fever heat when Madame Marie
appeared. On this woman and on her occult powers depended the chance
of saving Mona; but had Prelice told this to the police he would have
been jeered at. However, he had his own methods of going about things,
and it was not needful for him to expose himself to ridicule. He
watched anxiously for the fortune-teller, and was amazed when she
arrived in the unexpected company of Mr. Dolly Rover.
"What the devil are you doing here?" asked Prelice rudely.
"I shall tell you," said the little man very deliberately, and looking
at the other with his dilated blue eyes. "This morning I went to see
Madame Marie about my wife. She loves Shepworth, and I want Shepworth
removed out of her path and mine."
"Did you propose murder to Madame?" asked Prelice coolly.
"No," replied Rover, with a shudder, while the fortune-teller sat
down; "but I wished Captain Jadby to marry Miss Chent----"
"The deuce you did----"
"To Shepworth. That is, I fancied that Jadby could manage the
business, and I offered--through Madame Marie here--a sum of money if
the marriage could be brought about."
"Oh, indeed. And did Madame Marie tell you----"
"I told him nothing," interrupted the woman in her deep voice. "I
never intended to, without your permission, as I said that I was your
friend. Your wire came while Mr. Rover and myself were talking--that
is, your messenger came--so I brought Mr. Rover down with me."
"And I came to help to find Miss Chent," said Rover hurriedly. "I want
her to be found and married to Shepworth. Any money I can offer to
help in the search----"
"I have ample money to deal with the matter," said Prelice, pleased to
find that the fortune-teller had respected his confidence about the
new engagement. "But I don't see why you need have applied to Jadby to
bring about this marriage."
"Because I know that Jadby loves Miss Chent and wants to marry her,
Lord Prelice. As you know, that would not remove Shepworth beyond my
wife's reach. I wished to bribe Jadby into letting Shepworth marry
Miss Chent as was arranged. Then my wife----"
"All right, all right," cried Lord Prelice irritably; "don't worry
your head, Rover. I'll see to this. And you had better clear off, back
to London. Jadby is a rough customer, and if we get involved in a row
it will be bad for your heart."
"My dear Lord Prelice!"
"Yes. Anyone can see--oh, pooh! don't worry me."
"My heart is weak," said Rover with dignity, "and my wife's behaviour
is not likely to make it strong. Nevertheless, I shall wait and help
in the search for Miss Chent, and bribe Jadby as I said. He must not
marry this young lady."
"He won't," Madame assured him coolly; "he shall marry me."
Prelice turned to the fortune-teller. "Will you go into a trance and
see where Mona is?"
"I have already been in a trance before leaving Bond Street."
"Then you know----"
Madame looked at him unflinchingly. "I could see nothing but clouds,
and clouds, and clouds," she responded. "Only one thing I am certain
of, and that is that Miss Chent is hidden somewhere amongst these
Downs."
Prelice shrugged his shoulders. "Much good that information does. I
quite believe it; but where?"
"I can't say. But," added Madame Marie with animation, "I can tell you
that the steamer which Felix owns is coming round to Folkstone Harbour
this afternoon. Felix asked me two days ago to tell his captain to
take the boat round. I didn't know why he wished that. I can
understand now."
"So can I," rejoined Lord Prelice quickly. "Jadby intends to take Miss
Chent to the steamer at nightfall, and do a bunk."
"Yes," replied the fortune-teller, breathing hard; "leaving me in the
lurch. But he sha'n't--he sha'n't. I'll kill him first."
The young man looked at her curiously, and wished to ask her if she
had killed Agstone. But he did not think that it was wise to irritate
her at so critical a moment, so merely asked: "What is the name of the
steamer?"
"The _Kanaro_. That is the name of one of the Easter Island statues
which are worshipped by the natives."
"Jadby seems to be very closely connected with Easter Island. He
certainly has made good use of the Sacred Herb."
"What do you mean?" asked Madame Marie angrily.
"Nothing," replied Prelice, wondering why she should grow so angry.
"But I think that we have talked enough. Mr. Shepworth is exploring
the Downs in a motor car, so you and Mr. Rover here can go also if you
like."
"Yes, yes!" said the fortune-teller eagerly, and with very bright
eyes, "we can do that; but I would rather go alone."
"No," said Dolly, piping out his decision. "I wish to aid in finding
Miss Chent. I must get her married to Shepworth."
"Very good," said Prelice, with a short laugh; "go and hunt. I shall
go into Folkstone and see after the _Kanaro_. Describe her, Madame."
The woman did so at once, and Prelice left the house an hour later
with a full knowledge of what kind of a boat Jadby owned. Walking to
Hythe, he took the train to Sandgate, and then used the funicular to
reach the Leas. Here he swept the horizon and the harbour with his
marine-glass to seek for the steamer in which Jadby intended to fly
with Mona Chent; but he could see no sign of the boat.
Had Prelice been absolutely wise he would have gone to the police
station to engage a couple of constables to board the vessel; but he
preferred to trust in his own strong arm and in his own wits, which
had hitherto served him excellently. Also, unless the constables had a
warrant, they could not board the yacht if refused permission. It was
better, thought the young man, to go alone and interview the captain.
If Jadby was not open to argument, the captain might be, and an
intimation that the law would be put in force if Miss Chent was
kidnapped might prevent the commander of the _Kanaro_ from risking his
own liberty and the liberty of his crew. So Prelice went down to the
harbour, and watched for the coming of the steamer. To his surprise,
he found that she had arrived an hour since, and was anchored some
distance away from the land. There was no doubt that this was the
_Kanaro_, as not only did she correspond to the description given by
the fortune-teller, but by means of the glass he saw the name on her
stern.
Lord Prelice acted promptly, and engaged a boat to be rowed on board
the steamer. When he climbed up the rope ladder hanging over the side
he was greeted unceremoniously by a rough-looking man in a nondescript
sort of uniform. In reply, Prelice handed his card, upon which the
officer's manner changed to one of courtesy. He conducted Lord Prelice
to a richly furnished cabin, and removed his cap with an explanation.
"I know your name, my lord," he said politely. "Madame Marie mentioned
it to me. I am Captain Brisson, in command of this yacht."
"It belongs to Captain Jadby?"
Brisson shrugged his heavy shoulders. "So he says, my lord; but I
think that it is the property of Madame Marie herself. Still as
Captain Jadby is to marry her, they can both own it."
"Captain Jadby wants to marry a young lady whom he is kidnapping," was
Prelice's sharp reply, "and if you aid him to do so, the law----"
"Stop, sir," said Brisson, rising. "My first mate said something of
this to-day. I'll bring him in." And he tramped heavily out.
Prelice waited, but the man did not return. Then he tried the door of
the cabin, and found it locked. It flashed across him at once that he
had been trapped.