Colonel Grey sat alone on his stoep in the darkness and listened, as
once before he had listened, to the quick, measured step of the man
whose claim upon his consideration had rested solely on a reputation for
valour.
The Colonel had believed strongly hitherto in his own discernment. Now
he doubted, not only his judgment in human affairs, but his
qualification for the responsible mission he had undertaken to carry
successfully through. Twice he had been mistaken in the persons he had
employed. He had paid off the one a month before, and had satisfied
himself that the boy had taken his passage to Durban, and gone aboard
with his broken head still encased in bandages, and with more money in
his pockets than was good for him. The other case could not be disposed
of in the same manner. In so far as their dealings together went, the
man had given no cause either for satisfaction or complaint. Up to the
present nothing definite had been accomplished. Colonel Grey doubted
that anything would be accomplished. He mistrusted his man--the man
whose reputation for courage he now knew to be spurious,--who was
further accredited with being a traitor. The thing stuck in the
Colonel's mind and inflamed it. In a quiet, controlled way he was
furious that he should have been led into having anything to do with the
scoundrel. He was impatient to face him, to confound him with the
knowledge of his disgrace. He wondered whether the fellow would try to
bluff it, or if he would cave in...
And then the man he was thinking about arrived, and stepping up to the
stoep with his firm, decided tread, stood before him, as he had stood on
the night of their first meeting, looking at him inquiringly with those
strangely penetrating, inscrutable grey eyes.
"You sent for me," he said briefly, and waited to learn the reason of
the summons.
The other man rose without speaking, and led the way into the house,
closing the French windows behind them as he had done before.
"You are sure you were not followed?" he asked, as he drew a chair out
from the table and seated himself.
"I think not. I saw no one."
"Ah! ... I fancied I heard footsteps in the road."
"You have good ears," Lawless answered. "I heard nothing, and I was on
the alert."
Colonel Grey regarded him attentively. It was an extraordinary thing,
but the sight of the purposeful face, with the steady eyes, and the
deep, slanting scar, was strangely reassuring. Unaccountably, he felt
his resentment dying. Against his reason, against his volition, he had
a liking for the man. In face of his liking the charges against him
seemed monstrous. It was almost incredible that he should have been
cashiered from the Army for cowardice--"misbehaviour in the Field in the
face of the enemy," that was the wording of the indictment. He had
received the information from an unquestionable source. Through the
same channel he had learnt that subsequently, under another name, he had
taken up arms against his country. The first was a grave enough offence
in the Colonel's opinion, the second was unpardonable.
"Have you no news for me?" he asked abruptly, sitting very straight in
his chair, his brows drawn fiercely together while he watched his
companion from under them with a curiously intent gaze. "It is many
weeks since we met."
Lawless leant back negligently, his knees crossed, one arm, with the
hand lying loosely open, resting on the table. At his last remark he
looked over at the speaker in his quick, direct way, and said:
"I supposed that was why you had summoned me. You've been wondering
what I have been doing with your time and your money... Well, not
much... I've learnt one thing, that Van Bleit carries the papers on his
person for their greater safety, and a loaded revolver for his own.
Apart from that we are not more forward."
"You've no plan for getting the packet from him?"
"Not so far. The fellow does not give me a chance. If I spent
forty-eight hours beneath the same roof with him, I'd manage it... Of
course, I could get hold of what you want at any time if I chose to kill
the brute; but I've a strong disinclination to swing for him."
"Yes." Colonel Grey looked thoughtful. "That wouldn't do," he said.
"No! ... We don't want murder done... Risky... And awkward too...
afterwards... too many questions asked."
There was silence between them for a space. Inside the room a
death-watch ticked loudly against the wainscot, and without a large
white moth beat with futile insistence upon the window-pane in its
endeavours to reach the light. The noise of its soft body thudding
against the glass drew Colonel Grey's attention to the fact that the
blinds were not drawn. He rose promptly and lowered them.
"Quite unnecessary," Lawless observed. "I saw to it when I took this
seat that no one, unless he stood on the stoep and stared deliberately
in at the window, could see me sitting here."
The Colonel wheeled round and faced him.
"Your forethought is quite extraordinary," he said, "for a novice at the
game."
The other laughed carelessly.
"During an adventurous life," he replied, "I've had rogues to deal with
before."
The speech, as the Colonel heard it, was almost a challenge. His mind
reverted to the serious indictment against this man who sat there so
coolly, with the half-derisive smile lingering on the thin, handsome
face; and the fierce feeling of indignation against him surged up
afresh. He walked deliberately back to his seat and sat down.
"Yours has certainly been no ordinary career," he said bluntly. "For
the honour of my countrymen, I'm glad to think that is so... You will
be less surprised at my taking this tone when I tell you that I have
received information concerning you of a very unsatisfactory nature.
Subsequent to our first meeting I instituted inquiries relative to
certain matters we touched upon at that interview. The reply to those
inquiries reached me by last mail."
"Yes." Lawless did not change his lounging attitude, but his face
hardened perceptibly, and his voice rang like steel. "After our talk I
supposed you would," he said. "The only thing that surprised me was
that you didn't pursue your inquiries before making arrangements with
me."
"That was where I made my mistake," the Colonel replied stiffly.
"And how do you purpose rectifying that? ... Do you think that the
charges against me, as you have heard them, unfit me for the dirty work
you have given me to do? I've had some strange billets in my time, and
this, in my opinion, is the least honourable of all. A case of
blackmail that can't be entrusted to the proper authorities is a
precious shady business."
"There are reasons," the Colonel began, and stopped suddenly. Why
should he attempt explanations? Whatever the business, the employment
was worthy the man.
"Well, no matter!" Lawless said. "Let that pass. But I should like to
hear what you have against me... When it is one's misfortune to only
win notoriety through misdeeds it is interesting to know the limit of
such publicity... What part of my record have you?"
"I have no interest in your affairs, Mr Lawless, beyond your one-time
connection with the Army," Colonel Grey answered quietly. "When you
informed me you had been cashiered, I was curious to know the reason. I
am now in possession of the details, and the further discreditable
information that you sold your sword arm to the enemies of your
country... Have you anything to say to that charge?"
"Nothing... Your information is quite correct."
"Then, sir, I will tell you to your face you are a damned traitor."
The Colonel was leaning forward in his excitement, his arm stretched out
along the table. The man he addressed, and thus deliberately insulted,
drew himself up straighter, his face set and stern, a cold glint in the
steel-grey eyes that narrowed dangerously as they met the other's angry
gaze.
"I can excuse your heat, sir," he replied with amazing control, "in
consideration of your ignorance of the circumstances. Had things been
otherwise, and it had been my privilege to criticise another's disgrace,
I should probably have made use of the same forcible language that you
give utterance to... When we have been through the mire we recognise a
different quality in the mud. Men have been reduced to the ranks for
the misdemeanour for which I was dismissed the Service... Had I been
reduced to the ranks I should have made a good soldier. My punishment,
I contend, was unjust."
"By which specious reasoning, I presume, you excuse the crime of
treachery, and seek to justify a spirit of revenge?--or gain, was it?"
Lawless frowned.
"I make no excuses," he returned curtly. "I don't recognise that my
actions need condoning. And I did not join the Boers' side with thought
either of revenge or gain..."
He halted abruptly, and, for the first time taking his eyes off the
other's face, stared hard at the unshaded lamp.
"It appears," the Colonel interposed drily, "that you were actuated by
blind impulse."
Lawless drummed on the table with his fingers and said nothing. He felt
strangely annoyed. And yet he had known positively that the facts must
come to this man's knowledge before long. In the circumstances it was
little likely that he would make no inquiries concerning one he had
employed in a secret and confidential matter. That he regretted his
haste in having employed him was obvious. It was the term traitor that
stuck in the Colonel's gorge. He found it particularly distasteful to
hold further intercourse with one so steeped in dishonour.
"Perhaps it would be as well to bury the past," he said with an effort
after a while. "In the lives of many men there are matters which it is
not profitable to discuss. I can only add that I wish I had known of
this before."
Lawless got upon his feet, and stood stiffly upright, his face grim, and
colourless under the sunburn, like the face of a man whose blood is at
white heat with hardly repressed passion.
"Am I to understand that you dispense with my services?" he asked
curtly.
Colonel Grey was somewhat slow in replying. Discretion weighed in the
balance against a strong personal objection to working with the man, and
won.
"I don't know as to that," he replied at last uncertainly. "We've gone
so far... You have a dangerous knowledge... I prefer to have you on
our side."
"I see." Lawless' manner was icy. "Then, you mean me to go on with the
job?"
"Yes, I think so... Yes! ... I do."
"You don't ask me whether I am satisfied to go on with it."
His hearer's eyebrows went up with a jerk.
"Why shouldn't you?" he asked, surprised. "You're well paid."
"True! The pay's good. It would be absurd to throw away good money for
a scruple..."
"I was under the impression that you had buried your scruples," the
other answered, and was amazed at the sudden passion that blazed in the
sombre eyes.
"Never in my life before have I permitted a man to insult me as you have
insulted me," was the angry reply. "I've swallowed as much as I intend
to swallow... Whatever you have learnt concerning my past does not
invest you with the right of insulting me."
"Your complaint is quite reasonable," Colonel Grey returned with a
certain quiet dignity that partially disarmed the other's math. "I have
allowed my feelings to lead me away. I regret it. Will you please be
seated, Mr Lawless? There are one or two things which I wish to say to
you, if you are satisfied to go on with this business."
He paused deliberately; and, after a moment's hesitation, Lawless sat
down.
"In the first place," he added, when Lawless was again occupying the
chair from which he had risen, "I think we should have a time limit for
the carrying out of this enterprise. Is that agreeable to you?"
"Perfectly," came the brief response.
"Then, suppose we say six months... How does that strike you?"
"It's fair enough."
"You haven't any suggestion of your own to make on that head?"
"None... Only I shall get the papers before six months are up."
"You are very confident," the Colonel said.
Lawless looked thoughtful.
"I take a peculiar personal interest in this affair," he said. "If I
did not I should not go on with it... I told you I would get those
papers for you, or kill your man... I mean to do one or the other--or
both."
Colonel Grey scrutinised him earnestly. His lips parted as though he
would say something, and then shut with a snap on the unspoken words.
Lawless sat up suddenly.
"There isn't any use in your seeing me," he said. "Give me my head, the
funds to go on with for a few months, and then leave the matter in my
hands. You shall have those papers... It's not that I take a
particular interest in them, or in your client, but it pleases me to do
this thing. When I make up my mind to carry a thing through I do it.
You may call that tall talking--but it amounts simply to this, that I
hold life cheaply; the only law I recognise is the unwritten law. I've
lived among the social outcasts--I'm one of them, and so, perhaps, I am
well suited to carry through a matter that is outside the law. You
don't trust me... Because of what you have heard you doubt even that I
have the courage which this affair may demand. It's natural that you
should doubt. But if you can bring yourself to accept my word, this
matter is safe in my hands."
There was a long silence. Then the Colonel spoke abruptly, and, as it
sounded, greatly against his inclination. But in spite of himself, in
spite of all the evidence against him, he liked and trusted this man.
Perhaps the fact that he had not attempted to explain, or to excuse an
inexcusable crime, prejudiced him favourably.
"I do accept your word," he said bluntly. "I confess I have entertained
misgivings... That is hardly surprising, I think, considering how much
is at stake. But I'll take your word, Mr Lawless... And I accept your
conditions. When you have anything of importance to communicate you
will let me hear from you..."
When Lawless got back to his hotel that night he was astonished to find
a visitor waiting for him--a woman. She had been shown into a private
room. The hour was unusual, so were the circumstances; but the
management had no wish to offend so good a client as Lawless; therefore
the lady was, after a little difficulty, admitted; and Lawless on his
return was discreetly informed of her presence. He received the
information in silence, betraying none of the astonishment that moved
him, which was considerable. He could not for the life of him imagine
who the lady could be.
He was no wiser on entering the room where she was. She was a tall
woman of commanding presence, very fashionably dressed--almost too
fashionably to suggest a perfect taste. There was--Lawless was quick to
observe it--the unmistakable stamp of the demi-mondaine about her. She
looked round as he entered and closed the door behind him, and then very
slowly got up from the sofa on which she had been seated. Her movements
were extraordinarily languid for a woman of such splendid physique, and
less graceful than deliberately sensuous, Lawless decided. Something
about the woman stirred a chord of memory in his mind, as he stood
critically surveying her with a look of cool inquiry in his eyes. The
figure was vaguely familiar. The face he could not see; she was so
heavily veiled that he could only trace a shadowy outline of her
features.
"This is an unexpected honour," he said, with ironical politeness. "May
I ask to what I am indebted, and to whom, for this amazing
condescension?"
She held out a pair of well-gloved hands towards him.
"You have forgotten... so soon?" she said in a low voice, the deep tones
of which sounded nervously tremulous.
"I've a memory no longer and no shorter than most men's," he retorted,
not touching the outstretched hands. "If you'd raise your veil..."
She put up one hand to the dense folds that concealed her face, but she
did not lift them. She waited, looking at him through their disfiguring
thickness with wide, smiling, observant eyes.
"And this is your welcome after all this while! ... your welcome to
_me_! ... No wonder those tiresome people downstairs were so reluctant
to admit me! ... I only got round them by telling them I was your
wife."
"The devil you did!" ejaculated Lawless.
He did not speak loudly His voice had dropped to a low note of caution.
He approached nearer. Astonishment had driven the irony out of his
eyes, and left in its stead an expression of strong curiosity.
"Oh, Hughie!" she said reproachfully... "To think that you could
forget..."
Lawless seized her by the arm. Then quickly, almost roughly, he lifted
the disguising veil and stared hard into the handsome, painted face,
with the smiling vermilion lips, and the mocking eyes.
"Oh, Lord!" he exclaimed, and fell back a step or two in sheer
amazement.
The woman laughed suddenly.
"I thought I should surprise you, Hughie," she said.