Cecil came into the room abruptly, and closed the door behind him. He
was breathing quickly as though he had been running. His lips were a
little parted, and in his eyes shone an unmistakable expression of
fear. Forrest and the Princess both looked towards him apprehensively.
"What is it, Cecil?" the latter asked quickly. "You are a fool to go
about the house looking like that."
Cecil came further into the room and threw himself into a chair.
"It is that fellow upon the island," he said. "You remember we all said
that his face was familiar. I have seen him again, and I have
remembered."
"Remembered what?" the Princess asked.
"Where it was that I saw him last," Cecil answered. "It was in Pall
Mall, and he was walking with--with Engleton. It was before I knew him,
but I knew who he was. He must be a friend of Engleton's. What do you
suppose that he is doing here?"
Cecil was shaking like a leaf. The Princess looked towards him
contemptuously.
"Come," she said, "there is no need for you to behave like a terrified
child. Even if you have seen him once with Lord Ronald, what on earth
is there in that to be terrified about? Lord Ronald had many friends
and acquaintances everywhere. This one is surely harmless enough. He
behaved quite naturally on the island, remember."
Cecil shook his head.
"I do not understand," he said. "I do not understand what he can be
doing in this part of the world, unless he has some object. I saw him
just now standing behind a tree at the entrance to the drive, watching
me drive golf balls out on to the marsh. I am almost certain that he
was about the place last night. I saw some one who looked very much
like him pass along the cliffs just about dinner-time."
"You are frightened at shadows," the Princess declared contemptuously.
"If he were one of Lord Ronald's friends, and he had come here to look
for him, he wouldn't play about watching you from a distance. Besides,
there has been no time yet. Lord Ronald only--left here yesterday
morning."
"What is he doing, then, watching this house?" Cecil asked. "That is
what I do not like."
The Princess raised her eyebrows contemptuously.
"My dear Cecil," she said, "it is just a coincidence, and not a very
remarkable one at that. Lord Ronald had the name, you know, of having
acquaintances in every quarter of the world."
Cecil drew a little breath.
"It may be all right," he said, "but I am not used to this sort of
thing, and it gives me the creeps."
"Of course it is all right," the Princess said composedly. "One would
think that we were a pack of children, to take any notice of such
trifles. It is too early, my dear Cecil, by many a day, to look for
trouble yet. Lord Ronald always wandered about pretty much as he chose.
It will be months before--"
"Don't go on," Cecil interrupted. "I suppose I am a fool, but all the
time I am fancying things."
Forrest moved away with a little laugh, and the Princess rose and
thrust her arm through Cecil's.
"Silly boy!" she said. "You have nothing to be frightened about, I can
assure you."
"I am not frightened," Cecil answered. "I don't think that I was ever a
coward. All the same, there are some things about this fellow which I
don't quite understand."
The Princess laughed as she swept from the room.
"Don't be foolish, Cecil," she said. "Remember that we are all here,
and that nothing can go wrong unless we lose our nerve."
Forrest found the Princess alone a little later in the evening, waiting
in the hall for the dinner-gong. He drew her into a corner, under
pretext of showing her one of the old engravings, dark with age, which
hung upon the wall.
"Ena," he said, "I suppose that you trust Cecil de la Borne? You
haven't any fear about him, eh?"
The Princess shrugged her shoulders.
"No!" she answered. "He is a coward at heart, but he has enough vanity,
I believe, to keep him from doing anything foolish. All the same, I
think it is wiser not to leave him alone here."
"He would not stay," Forrest remarked. "He told me so only this
morning."
"You suggested leaving?" the Princess asked.
Forrest nodded.
"I couldn't help it," he said, a little sullenly. "There is something
about these great empty rooms, and the silence of the place, that's
getting on my nerves. I start every time that great front-door bell
clangs, or I hear an unfamiliar footstep in the hall. God! What fools
we have been," he added, with a sudden bitter strength. "I couldn't
have believed that I could ever have done anything so clumsy. Fancy
giving ourselves away to a fool like Engleton, a self-opinionated young
cub scarcely out of his cradle."
He felt his damp forehead. The Princess was watching him curiously.
"Don't be a fool, Nigel," she said. "We underrated Engleton, that was
all. If ever a man looked an idiot, he did, and you must remember that
we were in a corner. Yet," she added, leaning a little forward in her
chair and gazing with hard, set face into the fire, "it was foolish of
me. With Jeanne to play with, I ought to have had no such difficulties.
I never counted upon the tradespeople being so unreasonable. If they
had let me finish the season it would have been all right."
Forrest walked restlessly across the room, and stood for a moment
looking out of the window. Outside, the wind had suddenly changed. The
sunshine had departed, and a grey fog was blowing in from the sea. He
turned away with a shiver.
"What a cursed place this is!" he muttered. "I've half a mind even now
to turn my back upon it and to run."
The Princess watched his pale face scornfully.
"I thought, Nigel," she said, "that you were a more reasonable person.
Remember that if we show the white feather now, it is the end of
everything--the Colonies, if you like, or a little cheap watering-place
at the best. As for me, I might have a better chance of brazening it
out, but remember that I could never afford to be seen in the company
of a suspected person."
"It was the fear of losing you," he muttered, "which made me so rash."
The Princess laughed very softly.
"My dear friend," she said, "I do not believe you. I may seem to you
sometimes very foolish, but at least I understand this. Life with you
is self, self, self, and nothing more. You have scarcely a generous
instinct, scarcely a spark of real affection left in you."
"And yet--" he began quietly.
"And yet," she whispered, repulsing him with a little gesture, but with
a suddenly altered look in her face, "and yet we women are fools!"
She turned round to meet her host, who was crossing the hall, and
almost simultaneously the dinner gong rang out. Their party was perhaps
a little more cheerful than it had been on any of the last few
evenings. Forrest drank more wine than usual, and exerted himself to
entertain. Cecil followed his example, and the Princess, who sat by his
side, looked often into his face, and whispered now and then in his
ear. Jeanne was the only one who was a little distrait. She left the
table early, as usual, and slipped out into the garden. The Princess,
contrary to her custom, rose from the table and followed her. A sudden
change of wind had blown the fog away, and the night was clear. The
wind, however, had gathered force, and the Princess held down her
elaborately coiffured hair and cried out in dismay.
"My dear Jeanne," she exclaimed, "but it is barbarous to wander about
outside a night like this!"
Jeanne laughed. Her own more simply arranged hair was blown all over
her face.
"I love it," she explained. "You don't want me indoors. I am going to
walk down the grove and look at the sea."
"Come back into the hall one moment," the Princess said. "I want to
speak to you."
Jeanne turned unwillingly round, and her step-mother drew her into the
shelter of the open door.
"Jeanne," she said, "you seem to meet your friend the fisherman very
often. If you should see anything of him to-morrow, I wish you would
inquire particularly as to his lodger. You know whom I mean, the man
who was on the island with him yesterday afternoon."
Jeanne looked at her stepmother curiously.
"What am I to ask about him?" she demanded.
"Where he comes from, and what he is doing here," the Princess said.
"Find out if you can if Berners is really his name. I have a curious
idea about him, and Cecil fancies that he has seen him before."
Jeanne looked for a minute interested.
"You are not usually so curious about people," she remarked.
The Princess lowered her voice a little.
"Jeanne," she said, "I will tell you something. Lord Ronald, when he
left here, was very angry with us all. There was a quarrel, and he
behaved very absurdly. Cecil fancies that this man Berners is a friend
of Lord Ronald's. We want to know if it is so."
Jeanne raised her head and looked her stepmother steadily in the face.
"This is all very mysterious," she said. "I do not understand it at
all. We seem to be almost in hiding here, seeing no one and going
nowhere. And I notice that Major Forrest, whenever he walks even in the
garden, is always looking around as though he were afraid of something.
What did you quarrel with Lord Ronald about?"
"It is no concern of yours," the Princess answered, a little sharply.
"Major Forrest has had a somewhat eventful career, and he has made
enemies. It was chiefly his quarrel with Lord Ronald, and it was over a
somewhat serious matter. He has an idea that this man Berners is
connected with it in some way or other. Do find out if you can, there's
a dear child."
"I do not suppose," Jeanne said, "that Mr. Andrew would know anything.
However, when I see him I will ask him."
The Princess turned away from the open door, shivering.
"You are not really going out?" she said.
"Certainly I am," Jeanne answered. "I suppose you three will play
cards, and it does not interest me to watch you. There is nothing which
interests me here at all except the gardens and the sea. I am going
down to the beach, and then I shall sit there behind the hollyhocks
until it is bedtime."
The Princess looked at her curiously.
"You're a queer child," she said, turning away.
"It is not strange, that," Jeanne answered, with a little curl of the
lips.
The Princess went back to the library. Coffee and liqueurs had already
been served, and the card-table was set out, although none of the three
had the slightest inclination to play. Jeanne walked along the beach
and then came back to her favourite seat, sheltered by the little grove
of stunted trees and the tall hollyhocks which bordered the garden. Her
eyes were fixed upon the darkening sea, whitened here and there by the
long straight line of breakers. The marshes on her right hand were hung
with grey mists, floating about like weird phantoms, and here and there
between them shone the distant lights of the village. She half closed
her eyes. The soft falling of the waves upon the sand below, and the
murmur of the wind through the bushes and scanty trees was like a
lullaby. She sat there she scarcely knew how long. She woke up with a
start, conscious that two men were standing talking together within a
few yards of her in the rough lane that led down to the sea.