"THE ANSWER IS--YES."
Nothing could exceed the warmth and cordiality of the reception I
experienced at the hands of the rest of the family. I might have been
one of themselves so rejoiced they all seemed at having me in their
midst again--all of course save Falkner. But among the feminine side of
the house I thought to detect positive relief, as though my return had
dispelled some shadowy and haunting apprehension. There was something
about the old Major, however, that convinced me he was cherishing an
idea in the back ground, an idea upon which he would invite my opinion
at the earliest opportunity. And that opportunity came.
"Let's stroll down and look at the garden, Glanton," he began,
presently. "I want to show you what I've been doing while you were
away."
And without giving anyone an opportunity of joining us, even if they had
wanted to, he led the way forth.
I listened as he expatiated upon the improvements he had been making,
even as I had listened many a time before, but it struck me his
explanations were a little incoherent, a little flurried, like the
speech of a man who is not talking of that which lies uppermost in his
mind. He continued thus until we had reached the furthest limit of the
cultivated ground, where a high bush fence shut this off from possible
depredations on the part of bucks or other nocturnal marauders. It was
a secluded spot, and there was no sign of any of the others intending to
join us.
"Try one of these cigars, Glanton," he began, tendering his case. Then,
after one final look round to make sure we were not only alone, but
likely to remain so, he went on: "Let's sit down here and have a quiet
smoke. There's something I want to get your opinion about. You know
this witch doctor chap, Ukozi?"
"Of course I do. What has he been up to?"
"Up to? Oh, nothing. But the fact is I have taken a liking to the
fellow. He interests me. He's been showing me some queer things of
late--yes, devilish queer things. And he's promised to show me some
more."
"What sort of queer things, Major?" I struck in.
"All sorts. Well, the finding of Aida's lost coin was a queer enough
thing in itself. Now wasn't it?"
"Yes. But--it's mere conjuring. You'd probably be surprised to know
how the trick was done."
"No doubt. But--do you know?" This somewhat eagerly.
"No, I don't. I doubt though, whether it's worth knowing. Well, Major,
you've got bitten with a sort of inclination towards occultism, and
Ukozi comes in handy as a means of showing you a thing or two. Isn't
that it?"
"Well yes. But--Glanton, I seem to have heard you admit that these
fellows can do a good deal. Yet, now you make light of this one?"
"To speak frankly, Major, I think the less you have to do with him, or
any of his kidney, the better. By the way, how the dickens do you
manage to talk to him? Have you learnt?"
"Oh, I work that through Ivondwe. That's a treasure you've found for
us, Glanton. Yes sir, a real treasure. He takes all the bother and
anxiety of the place clean off my hands."
"That's good," I said. But at the same time I was not at all sure that
it was. I recalled to mind what Aida had said in her letter with regard
to "an influence" under which they seemed to be drawn, this old man
especially. No, it was not good that he should be on such terms with
natives, and one of them his own servant. For the first time I began to
distrust Ivondwe, though as yet I was groping entirely in the dark. For
one thing, I could see no adequate motive. Motive is everything,
bearing in mind what an essentially practical animal your savage
invariably is; and here there was none.
"Well?" said the Major expectantly, impatient under my silence. The
truth was I found myself in something of a quandary. Old gentlemen--
notably those of the Anglo-Indian persuasion--were, I knew, prone to
exceeding impatience under criticism of their latest fad, and for
reasons which scarcely need guessing never was there a time when I felt
less inclined to incur the resentment of this one.
"I can only repeat what I said before, Major?" I answered. "Candidly I
think you'd better leave Ukozi, and his occultism, alone."
"But it interests me, man. I tell you it interests me. Why shouldn't I
be allowed to make interesting investigations if I have a mind to?
Answer me that."
"Look here," I said. "I know these people, Major, and you don't. I
have a good many `eyes and ears'--as they would put it--scattered about
among them, and I'll try and find out what Ukozi's game is. He hasn't
started in to fleece you any, you say?"
"No. That he certainly hasn't."
"All the more reason why he needs looking after. Well now don't you
have anything more to say to him, at any rate until you hear from me
again."
"He won't give me the chance. I haven't seen him for quite a long time.
He's never been away for so long a time before."
In my own mind I could not but connect Ukozi's sudden absenteeism in
some way with my return.
"Here come the others," went on the Major. "And Glanton," he added
hurriedly, "don't let on to the women about what I've been telling you,
there's a good fellow."
I was rather glad to be spared the necessity of making or avoiding any
promise. It was near sundown, and as they joined us for a stroll in the
cool of the evening I thought to catch a significant flash in Aida's
eyes, as though she were fully aware of the burden of her father's
conversation with me. Falkner was away at the kraals, for it was
counting in time, and I for one did not regret his absence.
Yes, it was a ray of Paradise that sunset glow, as we walked among the
flowers in the dew of the evening, for although we two were not alone
together yet there was a sweet subtle understanding between us which was
infinitely restful. Falkner's interruption, however unwelcome, had not
been altogether inopportune, for it had occurred too late; too late,
that is, to prevent a very real understanding, though precluding
anything more definite. That would come with the next opportunity.
"The usual storm," remarked Mrs Sewin, looking up, as a low, heavy boom
sounded from a black pile of cloud beyond the river valley. "We get one
nearly every day now, and, oh dear, I never can get used to them,
especially at night."
"Pooh!" said the Major. "There's no harm in them, and we've got two new
conductors on the house. We're right as trivets, eh, Glanton?"
"Absolutely, I should say," I answered. We had completed our stroll and
had just returned to the house. It would soon be dinner time and
already was almost dark.
We were very merry that evening I remember. The Major, glad of someone
else to talk to, was full of jokes and reminiscences, while I, happy in
the consciousness of the presence beside me, joined heartily in the old
man's mirth, and we were all talking and laughing round the table as we
had never talked and laughed before. Only Falkner was sulky, and said
nothing; which was rather an advantage, for his remarks would certainly
have been objectionable had he made any. Then suddenly in the middle of
some comic anecdote, came a crash which seemed to shake the house to its
very foundations, setting all the glasses and crockery on the table
rattling. Mrs Sewin uttered a little scream.
"Mercy! We're struck!" she gasped.
"Not we," returned the Major. "But that was a blazer, by Jingo!"
"Pretty near," growled Falkner.
"Oh, it's horrid," said Mrs Sewin, "and there's no getting away from
it."
"No, there isn't," I said. "If you were in London now you might get
away from it by burrowing underground. I knew a man there whose wife
was so mortally scared of thunder and lightning that whenever a storm
became imminent she used to make him take her all round the Inner
Circle. She could neither see nor hear anything of it in the
Underground train."
"That was ingenious. Did you invent that story, Mr Glanton?" said
Edith Sewin, mischievously.
Another crash drowned the laugh that followed, and upon the ensuing
silence, a strange hollow roar was audible.
"The river's down, by Jove!" growled Falkner.
"No. It isn't the river. It's a tremendously heavy rain shower," I
said, listening.
"Let's go outside and see what it looks like," he went on pushing back
his chair.
We had done dinner, and this proposal seemed to find favour, for a move
was made accordingly. We went out we four, for Mrs Sewin was afraid to
stir and the Major remained in with her. Nearer and nearer the roar of
the rain cloud approached, though as yet not a drop had fallen over us.
Again the blue lightning leaped forth, simultaneously with another
appalling crash, cutting short a wrangle which had got up between
Falkner and Edith Sewin, and ending it in a little squeal on the part of
the latter. But already I had seized my opportunity, under cover of the
racket.
"That question I was asking you to-day when we were interrupted," I
whispered to my companion. "It was not answered."
Then came the flash. In the blue gleam, bright as noon-day, I could see
the beautiful, clear cut face turned upwards, as though watching the
effect, with calm serenity. Through the thunder roar that followed I
could still catch the words.
"The answer is--Yes. Will that satisfy you?"
And a hand found mine in a momentary pressure.
Thus amid black darkness and lightning and storm our troth was plighted.
An ill omen? I thought not. On the contrary, it seemed appropriate to
my case; for in it much of a hard but healthy life had been passed amid
rude exposure to the elements, and that I should have secured the
happiness--the great happiness--of my life amid the battling forces of
the said elements seemed not unfitting.
The vast rain cloud went whooping along the river-bed, gleaming in
starry sparkle as the lightning beams stabbed it, but not a drop fell
upon us. The storm had passed us by.