Andrew looked up from his gardening, startled by the sudden peal of
thunder. Absorbed in his task, he had not noticed the gathering storm.
The sky was black with clouds, riven even while he looked with a vivid
flash of forked lightning. The ground beneath his feet seemed almost to
shake beneath that second peal of thunder. In the stillness that
followed he heard the cry of a woman in distress. He threw down his
spade and raced to the other side of the garden. About twenty yards
from the shore, Jeanne, in a small boat, was rowing toward the island.
She was pulling at the great oars with feeble strokes, and making no
headway against the current which was sweeping down the tidal way.
There was no time for hesitation. Andrew threw off his coat, and wading
into the water, reached her just in time. He clambered into the boat
and took the oars from her trembling fingers. He was not a moment too
soon, for the long tidal waves were rushing in now before the storm. He
bent to his task, and drove the boat safely on to the beach. Then he
stood up, dripping, and handed her out.
"My dear young lady," he said, a little brusquely, and forgetting for
the moment his Norfolk dialect, "what on earth are you about in that
little boat all by yourself?"
She was still frightened, and she looked at him a little piteously.
"Please don't be angry with me," she said. "I wanted to come here and
see you, to--to ask your advice. The boat was lying there, and it
looked such a very short distance across, and directly I had started
the big waves began to come in and I was frightened."
The storm broke upon them. Another peal of thunder was followed by a
downpour of rain. He caught hold of her hand.
"Run as hard as you can," he said.
They reached the cottage, breathless. He ushered her into his little
sitting-room.
"Has your friend gone?" she asked.
"Yes!" he answered. "He went last night."
"I am glad," she declared. "I wanted to see you alone. You said that he
was lodging here, did you not?"
Andrew nodded.
"Yes," he said, "but he only stayed for a few days."
"You have an extra room here, then?" she asked.
"Certainly," he answered, wondering a little at the drift of her
questions.
"Will you let it to me, please?" she asked. "I am looking for lodgings,
and I should like to stay for a little time here."
He looked at her in amazement.
"My dear young lady!" he exclaimed. "You are joking!"
"I am perfectly serious," she answered. "I will tell you all about it
if you like."
"But your stepmother!" he protested. "She would never come to such a
place. Besides, you are Mr. De la Borne's guests."
"I do not wish to stay there any longer," she said. "I do not wish to
stay with my stepmother any longer. Something has happened which I
cannot altogether explain to you, but which makes me feel that I want
to get away from them all. I have enough money, and I am sure I should
not be much trouble. Please take me, Mr. Andrew."
He suddenly realized what a child she was. Her dark eyes were raised
wistfully to his. Her oval face was a little flushed by her recent
exertions. She wore a very short skirt, and her hair hung about her
shoulders in a tangled mass. Her little foreign mannerisms, half
inciting, half provocative, were forgotten. His heart was full of pity
for her.
"My dear child," he said, "you are not serious. You cannot possibly be
serious. Your stepmother is your guardian, and she certainly would not
allow you to run away from her like this. Besides, I have not even a
maid-servant. It would be absolutely impossible for you to stay here."
Her eyes filled with tears. She dropped her arms with a weary little
gesture.
"But I should love it so much," she said. "Here I could rest, and
forget all the things which worry me in this new life. Here I could
watch the sea come in. I could sit down on the beach there and listen
to the larks singing on the marshes. Oh! it would be such a rest--so
peaceful! Mr. Andrew, is it quite impossible?"
He played his part well enough, laughing at her good-humouredly.
"It is more than impossible," he said. "If you stayed here for any time
at all, your stepmother would come and fetch you back, and I should get
into terrible disgrace. Mr. De la Borne would probably turn me out of
my house," he added as an afterthought.
She sat down and looked out of the window in despair. The storm was
still raging. The skies were black, and the window-pane streaming with
rain-drops. She shivered a little.
"If I could help you in any other way," he continued, after a moment's
pause, "I should be very glad to try."
She turned upon him quickly.
"How can you help me, or any one," she demanded, "unless you can take
me away from these people? Listen! Until a few months ago I had
scarcely seen my stepmother. She fetched me away from the convent, took
me to Paris for some clothes, and since then I have done nothing but go
to parties and houses where the people seem all to have fine names, but
behave horribly. I know that I am rich. They told me that before I left
the convent, so that I might be a little prepared, but is that any
reason why every man, old and young, should say foolish things to me,
and pretend that they have fallen in love, when I know all the time
that it is my fortune they are thinking of. And my stepmother speaks of
marrying me as though I were a piece of merchandise, to be disposed of
to the highest bidder. I do not like her friends. I do not like the way
they live. I have never liked Major Forrest. Last night your lodger and
another man came to the Hall. They asked questions about Lord Ronald.
They asked questions and they were told lies. I am sure of it. It got
on my nerves. I thought I should shriek. Major Forrest said that it was
he who drove Lord Ronald into Lynn, thirty-five miles away, at six
o'clock in the morning. I am sure that he could not have driven the car
a hundred yards."
"Good God!" Andrew muttered.
"I am sure of it," Jeanne continued. "Two days before Lord Ronald
disappeared, he wanted the car to take us over to Sandringham, and he
could not find the chauffeur. It seems that he was down at the
public-house at the village, and he came back intoxicated. Lord Ronald
was angry, and he sent the man away. The car was there in the
coach-house, and there was no one who could drive it."
"But," Andrew protested, "Major Forrest was seen returning in the car."
"He was pulled up the avenue in it," Jeanne answered. "How he got the
car there I don't know, but I do not believe that it had ever been any
further."
"Why do you not believe that?" Andrew asked.
She leaned towards him.
"Because," she said, "I was up early. The car was there at eight
o'clock, alone, just outside the gates. There were the marks where it
had come down from the house, but there were no marks on the other
side. I am sure that it had been no further. I felt the engine and it
was cold. I do not believe that it had been started at all."
Andrew was looking very serious.
"Then," he said, "if Lord Ronald was not taken to Lynn that morning,
what do you suppose has become of him?"
"I do not know," she cried. "I am afraid. I dare not stay there. They
all look at one another and leave off talking when I come into the room
unexpectedly. They all seem as though some trouble were hanging over
them. I am afraid to be there, Mr. Andrew."
Andrew was very serious indeed now.
"I will go up to the Hall at once," he said, "and I will see Mr. De la
Borne. I have some influence with him, and I will get to the bottom of
the whole matter. I will take you back, and I will make inquiries at
once."
She settled down in his easy chair. Her dark eyes were full of pleading.
"But, Mr. Andrew," she said, "I do not want to go back to the Hall. I
am afraid of them all, and I am afraid of my stepmother more than any
of them. Why may I not stay here? I will be very good, and I will give
you no trouble at all."
"My child," he said firmly, "you are talking nonsense. I am only a
village fisherman, but you could not possibly stay in my house here. I
have not even a housekeeper."
"That," she declared calmly, "is an excellent reason why I should stop.
I will be your housekeeper. Come and sit here by me and let us talk
about it."
He walked instead to the window. He did not choose at that moment that
she should see his face.
"You do not wish to have me!" she cried.
He turned round. She slid out of her chair and came over to his side.
"I can only tell you," he said gravely, "that it is impossible for you
to stay here, and that I must take you home at once."
She took his arm and looked up into his face.
"At once, Mr. Andrew?" she asked timidly.
"As soon as the storm goes down," he answered, glancing uneasily
towards the clock. "Listen, please, Miss--"
"Jeanne," she whispered.
"Miss Jeanne, then," he said. "There are some things which you do not
yet understand very well, because you have been brought up differently
to most English girls. I have some influence with Mr. De la Borne, and
I shall do what I can for you up at the house. But it is very certain
that you must not think of leaving your stepmother unless you have some
other relative who is willing to take you. A child of your age cannot
live alone. It is unheard of."
She sighed, and turned away.
"Very well, Mr. Andrew," she said. "If you do not wish to be troubled
with me I will go back. I am ready when you are."
Andrew looked once more out of the window.
"We cannot cross just yet," he said. "The tide is coming in very fast,
and even here there is a big sea."
"It is magnificent," she answered, stealing back to his side. "I only
wish that we were outside."
"You could not stand up," he answered. "Listen!"
The thunder of the incoming waves seemed to fill the room. Even while
they stood there a little shower of pebbles and spray were dashed
against the windows. Andrew looked anxiously across the estuary and
tapped the barometer by his side.
"I am afraid," he said, "that you are going to be late for dinner
to-night. You are a bona fide prisoner here for an hour or more at
least."
"I am so glad," she answered.
There was a knock at the door. A man entered with a tea-tray. He was in
plain clothes and was obviously a servant. Jeanne looked at him in
surprise.
"Has Mr. Berners left his servant here?" she asked.
"For a day or two," Andrew answered hastily. "He may come back, you
see, and he went away in a great hurry. Martin, bring another teacup,
and make the tea, please."
The man set down the tray and bowed.
"Very good, sir," he answered.
Jeannie watched him disappear, perplexed. Was it because he was so
perfectly trained a servant that he addressed the man at her side with
the same respect that he would have shown to his own master?
"I may stay for tea, may I?" she asked. "That is something, at any
rate. I am going to look round at your things. You don't mind, do you?"
"Certainly not," he answered. "That big fish on the wall was caught
within fifty yards of this island. Those sea-birds, too, were all shot
from here."
"What strange little creatures!" she murmured. "You seem to find quite
a lot of time to read and do other things beside fish, Mr. Andrew," she
remarked, as she looked over his bookcases. "You puzzle me very much
sometimes. I had no idea," she added, looking at him hesitatingly,
"that people who have to work, as you have to, for a living, understood
and read books like this."
"Ah, well," he answered, "I had perhaps a little more education than
some of them."
The servant returned with some more things upon a tray. Jeanne sat down
with a little laugh in front of the teapot. She was very much afraid of
saying more than was polite, and she felt that she was amongst utterly
strange surroundings. Yet it seemed to her a most extraordinary thing
that a fisherman in a country village should possess a silver teapot
and old Worcester china, and should be waited upon by a man servant
even though he were the man servant of a lodger.