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_ BOOK I CHAPTER XIX There was a moment's breathless silence as Andrew stood there looking in upon the little group. Then he left his position at the door and came up to the table round which they were seated. "Madam," he said to the Princess, "your daughter is safe. She came down to the island this afternoon, and was unable to return owing to the storm." The Princess gave a little sigh of relief. "Foolish child!" she said. "But where is she now, Mr. Andrew?" "She is still at the island," Andrew answered. "It was impossible for her to leave, so I came here to tell you of her whereabouts." "It was extremely thoughtful of you," the Princess said graciously. "If Miss Le Mesurier was unable to leave the island, how was it that you came?" Major Forrest asked, looking at Andrew through his eyeglass as though he were some sort of natural curiosity. "I swam over," Andrew answered. "It was a very short distance." It was about this time that they all noticed the fact that Andrew was wearing clothes of an altogether different fashion to the fisherman's garb in which they had seen him previously. The Princess looked at him perplexed. Cecil felt instinctively that the event which he had most dreaded was about to happen. "And you came up here purposely to relieve our minds, Mr. Andrew," the Princess said. "Really it is most kind of you. I wish that there were some way--" She hesitated, a slight note of question in her tone, expressed also by her upraised eyebrows. "I had a further reason for coming," Andrew said slowly. "I am very sorry indeed to seem inhospitable or discourteous, but there is a certain matter which must be cleared up, and at once. I refer to the disappearance of Lord Ronald." There was an instant's dead silence. Then Forrest, with white face, leaned across the table. "Who the devil are you?" he asked. "I am Andrew de la Borne," Andrew answered, "the owner of these poor estates, which I am very well content to leave for the greater part of the time in my brother's care, only that he is young, and is liable to make mistakes. He has made one, sir, I fear, in offering you the hospitality of the Red Hall." Forrest rose slowly to his feet. The Princess held out her hand as though to beg him not to speak. She turned towards Andrew. "I do not understand, sir," she said, "why you have chosen to masquerade under another name, and why you come now to insult your brother's guests in such a manner. Is what he says true, Cecil?" she added, turning towards him. "Is this man your brother?" "Yes!" Cecil answered sullenly. "He tells the truth. It is just like him to make such a thundering idiot of himself." "I beg your pardon," Andrew answered. "It is not I, Cecil, who desire to come here and say these things to any guest of yours. It is you who are sheltering under this roof one man at least to whom you should never have offered your hospitality. The Duke of Westerham, who has been my guest for the last few days, told me all that one needs to know about you, sir, and your career." Forrest asked no more questions. He turned to Cecil. "Mr. De la Borne," he said, "I have understood that you were my host, and I appeal to you. Is this person indeed your elder brother?" "Yes!" Cecil answered. "You know what this means," Forrest continued, speaking to Cecil. "I cannot remain in this house any longer. I could only accept hospitality from those who have at least learned to comport themselves as gentlemen." Andrew smiled. "I will not grudge you, sir," he said, "any reasonable excuse for leaving this house as quickly as may be, but before you go, I insist upon knowing what has become of Lord Ronald." Cecil turned towards his brother angrily. "I am sick of hearing about Engleton!" he declared. "I tell you that he left here, Andrew, on Wednesday morning, and caught the 9-5 train to London, or at any rate to Peterboro'. Whether he went north, south, east, or west, is no concern of ours. We only know that he promised to come back and has not come." "There is more to be learnt then," Andrew answered. "How did he get to Lynn Station that morning?" "In the motor car," Cecil answered. "Who drove it?" Andrew asked. "Major Forrest," Cecil answered. "It is a lie!" Andrew declared. "The car never went a hundred yards beyond the gates. I know that for a fact." Again there was silence. The Princess intervened. "Mr. Andrew," she began--"I beg your pardon, Mr. De la Borne-- supposing Lord Ronald did wish to keep his departure and the manner of it a great secret, why should it trouble you? You don't suppose, I presume, that there has been a fight, or anything of that sort?" "I only know," Andrew answered, "that the brother of one of my dearest friends has disappeared from this house, after spending several days in the company of a man of bad reputation. That is quite enough for me. I am determined to get to the bottom of the matter." "It is a very little matter, after all," the Princess said calmly. "Perhaps--" She hesitated, and looked at the two other men. "Perhaps," she continued slowly, "it would be as well to tell you the truth." "If you do not, madam," Andrew answered, "it is more than probable that I shall speedily elicit it." Both Forrest and Cecil seemed stricken speechless, and before they could recover themselves the Princess had commenced her story, talking with easy and convincing fluency. "Lord Ronald," she said, "did leave here at the time you and the Duke have been told, and Major Forrest did try to drive him in the motor to Lynn Station. When he found that that was impossible, that they could not get the engine to go, Lord Ronald left his luggage here and walked to Wells. That is the last we have heard of him. He asked that his luggage should be sent to his rooms in London, and we sent it off the next day. He left here on good terms with everybody, but he told us distinctly that the business on which he was summoned away was of a very unpleasant nature. I think that some one was trying to blackmail him. Now you can make what inquiries you like, but I am very certain of one thing, that anything you may discover is more likely to bring discredit upon Lord Ronald himself than anybody else." "Madam," Andrew said, "your story, of course, I am bound to accept as the truth, but I must tell you frankly that I shall pass it on to the Duke, who will take up his inquiries from the point you name. If he finds that the facts do not correspond with what you have told me, I fear that the consequences will be disagreeable for all of you." "Of what on earth do you suspect us?" Major Forrest asked sharply. "Do you think that we have made away with Engleton? Why should we? We may be the adventurers you delicately suggest, but at least we should have an object in our crimes. Engleton had not a ten-pound note of ready money with him. I know that for a fact, because I lent him some money to pay his chauffeur's wages when he sent him away." "You are perhaps holding some of his IOU's?" Andrew asked. "I certainly am," Forrest answered, "and the sooner I hear from him the better. If you are really the owner of this house, I shall leave to-morrow morning." Andrew bowed coldly. "That," he said, "would certainly seem to be your best course. On the contrary," he added, "I am not altogether sure that I am justified in letting you go." The Princess frowned at him indignantly. "You talk nonsense, my dear Mr. Andrew, or Mr. Andrew de la Borne," she said. "If you tried to retain Major Forrest on such a cock and bull pretext, you would be probably very soon sorry for it. Besides you have no power to do anything of the sort." "Madam," Andrew answered, "I am a magistrate, and I could sign a warrant on the spot. I do not, however, feel justified in going to such lengths. I feel sure that if Major Forrest is wanted, we shall be able to find him." "Of course you will," the Princess intervened calmly. "Men like Major Forrest do not run away just because some one chooses to make a ridiculous charge against them. If only I could get Jeanne, I would leave myself to-night." "My dear Princess," Cecil said, "I hope that you do not mean it. My brother has said more than he means, I am sure." "I have said less." Andrew replied. "I have the very best reasons for believing that Major Forrest has lied his way into whatever friendship he may have had with Lord Ronald and my brother." Forrest moved toward the door. "Mr. De la Borne," he said to Cecil, "you will forgive me if I decline to remain here to be insulted by your brother." The Princess followed him from the room. Cecil and Andrew were alone. "D--n you, Andrew!" the former said, turning upon him, whitefaced, and with a sort of petulant anger. "Why do you come here and spoil things like this?" Andrew stood upon the hearthrug, and looked at his brother, black and forbidding. "Cecil," he said, "my life has been spoilt by paying for your excesses. Ever since I came of age I have been hampered all the time by paying your debts and providing you with money. I even let you pose here as the master of the Red Hall because it pleased you. I have had enough of it. If you run up any more debts, you must pay them yourself. I am master here and I intend to remain so." Cecil was suddenly pale. "Do you mean," he asked, "that you intend to remain here now?" Andrew hesitated. "Your guests are leaving," he said. "Why not?" "But they may not go until to-morrow or the next day," Cecil said. "I cannot turn them out." Andrew stood for a moment looking thoughtfully at the door. "They cannot stay more than a day," he said, "if Major Forrest is really their friend. In any case, I shall not return until they are gone." Cecil's face cleared a little, but he was still perplexed. "They had just promised," he said, "to stay another week." "If you wish to entertain the Princess and Miss Le Mesurier," Andrew said, "and they are willing to stop after what has passed, I have nothing, of course, to say against it. But the man Forrest I will not have here. If ever cheat and coward were written in a man's face, your friend carries the marks in his." "He has won nothing to speak of from me here," Cecil declared. "You are probably too small game," Andrew answered. "How about Engleton? Did he lose?" "I am not sure," Cecil answered. "Not very much, if anything." The Princess came rustling back. She held her little spaniel up to her cheek, and she affected not to notice the somewhat strained attitude of the two men. She went at once to Andrew. "Mr. De la Borne," she said, "I think that you have been very unjust and very rude to Major Forrest, who is an old friend of mine. I am sure that you have been misled, and I am sure that some day you will ask his pardon." Andrew bowed slightly, and looked her straight in the face. "Princess," he said, "may I ask how long you have known the gentleman who has just left us?" "For a very great many years," she answered. "Why?" "Are you sure of your own knowledge," Andrew asked, "that he is really a person of good repute and against whom there have been no scandalous reports?" "I do not listen to gossip," the Princess answered. "Major Forrest goes everywhere in London, and I have seen nothing in his deportment at any time to induce me to withdraw my friendship." "I fancy, then," Andrew said, "that some day you will find you have been a little deceived." "What about Lord Ronald?" the Princess asked. "Perhaps, Mr. De la Borne, you think that we are all a little company of adventurers. This is such a likely spot for our operations, isn't it?" "Lord Ronald," Andrew said, "is the brother of my old friend, and he is, of course, above suspicion, but Lord Ronald appears to have left you somewhat abruptly, I might almost say mysteriously." "He was here for some time," the Princess said, "and he is coming back." "In the meantime," Andrew continued, "he appears to have vanished from the face of the earth." The Princess turned away carelessly. "That," she said, "is scarcely our affair. I have not the slightest doubt but that he will turn up again." "If it should turn out that I am mistaken," Andrew said stiffly, "I should be glad to ask your pardons, but from my present information I can only say I do not care to extend the hospitality of my house to Major Forrest, nor do I consider him a fit associate, madam, for you and your step-daughter." "May I ask," the Princess inquired, "who Major Forrest's traducers have been?" "My information," Andrew answered, "comes from the Duke of Westerham. I have every reason to believe that the case against him has been understated." "The Duke," Cecil declared, "is a pig-headed old fool!" Andrew shrugged his shoulders. "I have always found him a man of remarkably keen judgment," he said. "What are you going to do about Jeanne?" the Princess asked, changing the subject abruptly. "I should suggest," Andrew answered, "that you have a maid pack a bag and prepare to go with me over to the island early in the morning. There is no chance to cross before then, as the tide would be high." "But how nervous she will be there all alone!" the Princess exclaimed. "My servant is there," Andrew answered, "and also an old woman who cooks for me. They will, I am sure, do everything they can to make her comfortable. I shall go myself and bring her back here as soon as it is daylight." "We are giving you a great deal of trouble, I am afraid, Mr. De la Borne," the Princess said stiffly. "To-morrow, as soon as my maid can pack, we will return to London." Andrew bowed as he turned to leave the room. "I trust," he said, "that you will not let my presence interfere with your plans. I shall remain on the island myself to-morrow, after I have brought your daughter back." _ |
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