POLLYOOLY IS CALLED IN
On his way back to the King's Bench Walk the Honourable John Ruffin
pondered this matter of salary and came to the conclusion that five
pounds would not be too high a fee for the duchess to pay for skilled
work of this kind. He must remember to tell Eglantine to tell her to
give Pollyooly that sum.
Pollyooly was rather earlier than he had expected: at five and twenty
minutes to five he heard her latchkey in the lock of his outer door,
and when it opened he called to her to come to him.
She entered leading the Lump. His red hair was a rather brighter red
than the hair of Pollyooly; but his eyes were of the same deep blue and
his clear skin of the same paleness. They would have made a charming
picture of Cupid led by an angel child.
"Ah, Pollyooly!" said the Honourable John Ruffin cheerfully. "You are
about to realise the truth of those immortal lines:
"Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive!"
"Please, sir, I haven't been deceiving any one," said Pollyooly,
knitting her brow in a faint anxiety.
"Not recently, perhaps. But you have deceived. You deceived the Duke
of Osterley by taking the place of his daughter."
"Oh, him?" said Pollyooly in a very care-free tone; and her face grew
serene.
"You don't seem to feel it much," said the Honourable John Ruffin
sadly. "But now you are called on to deceive lawyers and detectives."
"Am I to be Lady Marion again?" said Pollyooly quickly.
"You are, indeed," said the Honourable John Ruffin.
"And shall I be paid again for doing it?"
Her angel face flushed, and her blue eyes danced.
"Certainly you will be paid. I am going to tell Eglantine, the
duchess's maid, to see to it. She's coming for you, and you haven't
any time to lose. She's going to take you down to Devonshire by the
train which leaves Paddington at six," said the Honourable John Ruffin.
"Then I'd better take the Lump round to Mrs. Brown at once," said
Pollyooly; and her eyes sparkled and danced.
"You had," said the Honourable John Ruffin. "It's only for a couple of
nights at the outside, tell her."
"And that's quite as long as I like to leave him," she said in a tone
of complete satisfaction; and she ran briskly up-stairs to their attic
for the Lump's sleeping-suit.
She was not long taking him to Mrs. Brown, who lived in the little
slum, the last remnant of Alsatia, behind the King's Bench Walk; and
she welcomed him warmly. Pollyooly and he had lodged with her before
they had gone to live in the King's Bench Walk, and Mrs. Brown had
grown very fond of him. She had taken charge of him during the time
Pollyooly had spent at Ricksborough Court and was delighted to have him
with her again. Also she was disengaged for the next two days and was
able to take charge of the housekeeping at number 75 the King's Bench
Walk during Pollyooly's absence.
Pollyooly had not been gone five minutes, when there came a gentle
knocking at the door of the Honourable John Ruffin's chambers. He
opened it to find Eglantine, a pretty, dark, slim girl of twenty-two,
standing on the doormat, carrying a small kitbag and wearing an air of
deepest mystery.
"You're Mademoiselle Eglantine, I suppose?" he said.
"Ye--es. And you are Monsieur Ruffin," she whispered with an air of
utter secrecy. "Ze duchess she 'av been 'ere?"
"She has. Come on in. Pollyooly is making preparations to go with
you," said the Honourable John Ruffin briskly. "She'll be here in a
few minutes."
He stepped aside for her to pass. She looked back down the staircase
carefully and with the greatest caution; then she entered and went on
tiptoe, noiselessly, down the passage into the sitting-room. There
could be no doubt that she was thoroughly enjoying the part of a
conspirator and resolved to play it to the limit.
The Honourable John Ruffin was the last man in the world to spoil her
simple pleasure, and as they came into the sitting-room he suddenly
gripped her arm.
Eglantine jumped and squeaked.
"Hist!" said the Honourable John Ruffin, laying a finger on his lips,
frowning portentously, and rolling his eyes. Then he added in blank
verse, as being appropriate to the conspiratorial attitude: "I thought
I heard a footstep on the stairs."
They both listened intently--at least Eglantine did; she hardly
breathed in her intentness. Then he said in a declamatory fashion:
"I was mistaken; we are saved again."
He loosed her arm. She breathed more easily, tapped the kit-bag, and
said:
"I 'av brought ze Lady Marion's clo'es."
"Good," said the Honourable John Ruffin. "Sit down."
She sat down, breathing quickly, gazing earnestly at the Honourable
John Ruffin, who folded his arms and wore his best darkling air.
Presently Pollyooly's key grated in the lock.
"Hist! She comes!" said the Honourable John Ruffin.
Eglantine rose, quivering.
Pollyooly came in, shut the door sharply behind her, and came briskly
down the passage into the sitting-room.
At the sight of her Eglantine forgot the whispering caution of the
conspirator; she cried loudly:
"But ze likeness! Eet ees marvellous! Incredible! Eet ees 'er leetle
ladyship exact!"
"Yes. And she'll be more like her than ever in her clothes. Hurry up
and get her into them," said the Honourable John Ruffin briskly.
He bustled them up the stairs to Pollyooly's attic; and as Eglantine
helped her into Lady Marion Ricksborough's clothes, she continued to
express her lively wonder at the likeness. She was not long making the
change, and they came quickly downstairs. But the Honourable John
Ruffin would not let them start at once.
"It's no use your getting there too early and hanging about the
station," he said firmly. "That's when you'd get spotted. You want to
get there just about three minutes before the train starts. You've no
luggage to bother you."
He made both of them eat some cake, and gave Eglantine a glass of wine
with it, for he thought that she needed something to steady her excited
nerves. Then he told her that the duchess was to pay Pollyooly a fee
of five pounds, and bade Pollyooly be sure to wire to him the time of
the train by which she was returning to London.
Then he decided that it was time for them to start, and wished them
good luck. He did not go with them, for he did not wish to be seen by
any one taking an active part in the affairs of the Duke and Duchess of
Osterley.
In the taxicab Eglantine was eloquent on the matter of the charm and
distinction of the Honourable John Ruffin: plainly he had made a deep
impression on her. But when they reached the station she resumed the
striking manners of a conspirator so admirably that in the three
minutes she spent paying the taxi-driver and buying tickets she
attracted the keen attention of two of the detectives of the railway.
They followed her, as she tiptoed about with hunched shoulders, and
watched her with the eyes of lynxes; but she puzzled them. They
assured one another that she had some game on (their knowledge of
fallen human nature was too exact for them to miss that fact) but for
the life of them they could not discover, or guess, what it was.
[Illustration: She tiptoed about with hunched shoulders]
On the platform she chose an empty compartment and stood before the
door of it for a good half-minute, looking up and down the train with
eyes even more lynxlike than those of the detectives. Then she almost
flung Pollyooly into the carriage, hustled her into the farthest
corner, and fairly sat on her in her effort to screen her from the eyes
of the crowd.
"Do not stir!" she hissed. "Ze train veel soon start! Zen we are
saved!"
Pollyooly could not have stirred, had she wished, so firmly did
Eglantine crush her into the corner. One of the detectives came to the
window and stared into the carriage gloomily. Eglantine met his gaze
with steady eyes. The guard whistled and waved his flag; the detective
fell back. He said to his colleague that it was a rum go. The train
started.
As their carriage passed out of the station, with a deep sigh of relief
Eglantine relaxed to an easier, less crushing posture, and at once took
up the subject of the Honourable John Ruffin. She showed herself
exceedingly curious about him, and Pollyooly's natural discretion was
somewhat strained in answering her questions. It was difficult to
convey as little information as possible.
But at the end of half an hour Eglantine had exhausted that subject;
and she turned to the yet more interesting matter of her own affairs.
She had much to tell Pollyooly about Devonshire, the wet garden of
England. Its horticultural advantages seemed to weigh but lightly with
her; she dwelt chiefly on the loneliness of the life she had been
leading, and deplored bitterly the fact that its inglorious ease was
spoiling her figure by increasing her girth.
Then, with an air of mystery and in deeper tones, she confided to
Pollyooly that her lot in this wet desert was not without its
alleviation. A wealthy landowner (he did own a part of the
market-garden he so sedulously cultivated) had developed a grand--oh,
but a grand!--passion for her, and was positively persecuting her with
his honourable intentions.
Pollyooly was deeply interested by her tale, for her recent experience
with Mr. Hilary Vance, Mr. Reginald Butterwick and Flossie had forced
the tender passion on her attention. She was greatly puzzled by the
reason which Eglantine gave for not making her landowner happy by
marrying him, that he was bearded. Mrs. Brown's husband, a cheerful
policeman, was bearded; but they were uncommonly happy together. In
the end she made up her mind that Eglantine's feeling in the matter
must be a French prejudice.
They reached Exeter at a few minutes past ten; and having no luggage
but the little kit-bag, in a few minutes, in spite of the
conspiratorial air and behaviour of Eglantine, they were speeding
swiftly in the motor car toward Budleigh Salterton. It was a
delightful, moonlit night, and Pollyooly enjoyed the drive greatly.
About forty minutes later the car stopped at a little gate leading into
a pine wood, and they descended, bade the driver good night, and went
through it. In the path through the dark wood Eglantine lost her air
of competent and excited leadership. She was timorous, held Pollyooly
tightly by the arm, and when a bird, or an animal, rustled in the
bushes, she squeaked.
At last the path ended in a little gate opening into the garden of the
lonely house. They came up to it very gently, and Eglantine peered
round the garden, searching for the lawyer and the detective.
It seemed empty, and as she opened the gate she whispered:
"We must roon quick!"
They bolted across the garden to the back door, and as they reached it
a man burst out of the bushes twenty yards on their left, and dashed at
them. Eglantine screamed, but she opened the door, dragged Pollyooly
through it, slammed the door in the pursuer's face, and shot the bolt.
At the sound of the bang the duchess came flying through the lighted
hall. At the sight of Pollyooly she cried:
"Thank goodness you've come!"
Eglantine burst into an excited narrative of their journey and narrow
escape from the watcher in the garden.
"Then he actually saw Mary Bride come into the house?" cried the
duchess joyfully, and she clapped her hands.
"But yes! Ever so plainly!" cried Eglantine.
"Good! Nothing could be better!" said the duchess. "They'll think
that Marion is in the house, and that's all I want."
She kissed Pollyooly, thanked her for coming, asked if the journey had
tired her very much, and led her into the dining-room, where a
delicious supper awaited her. As she ate it the duchess, watching her
with an air of lively satisfaction, matured her plans. At last she
said:
"I was going to let them catch you to-morrow morning, and then I was
going up to London with you. But you look like a clever little girl;
do you think you could hide in the wood from them all the morning? If
you could, I would go up to London first thing, and I should have lots
of time to get away with Marion before they caught you and found out
who you were."
"Oh, yes! I'm sure I could!" cried Pollyooly eagerly; and her eyes
shone with a bright joy at the prospect of so excellent a game of
hide-and-seek. "If once I got into that wood, they'd never find me
unless I let them. Only it would be a good deal easier if I wore a
dark frock."
"You shall!" cried the duchess. "It would be perfectly splendid! I
know you're a clever little girl. Otherwise you couldn't have made
them believe for so long at Ricksborough Court that you were Marion.
Cook shall make you up a packet of sandwiches so that you won't starve;
and if you can keep them busy till the afternoon, we shall have all the
time we want to get comfortably away."
"I think I can," said Pollyooly with the confidence born of much
experience in hide-and-seek. "But even if they do catch me, they won't
know I'm not Lady Marion; I'm sure I can keep them from bothering you
all day."
The duchess kissed her again, and said:
"I shall be ever so much obliged to you if you do. But half a day will
be quite enough. And now you'd better go to bed; you must be sleepy,
and the more sleep you get the fresher you'll be to-morrow. I shall be
gone long before you're up."
She took her up-stairs to Marion's bedroom, a charming room on the
first floor, and Pollyooly found the most comfortable spring bed so
lulling that in spite of her expectation of an exciting morrow, she
soon fell asleep.
The yet more excited duchess was longer falling asleep; but she rose at
half-past five and dressed and breakfasted. It was a quarter past six
when she came out into the garden, on her way to the station, and found
the detective sunning himself, after the chill of his night-watch, on
the garden fence at a point from which he had under observation both
the path to the front door and that to the back. He had a rather heavy
face, but he showed a proper sense of her rank and position, for he
rose and raised his hat nearly three inches, respectfully.
A woman of the world, the duchess knew the advantage of his having a
tale to think upon, for she said with a nice show of indignation:
"I'm going straight to my solicitor in town to take the final steps to
have this persecution stopped! I'm going to have you removed by the
police. You enter this house and touch my little girl at your own
risk! I've warned you."
"Yes, your Grace. Quite so, your Grace. It'll be all right, your
Grace," said the detective, sleepily vague, but anxious to propitiate.
The duchess walked briskly down to the station.