It began abruptly:
"If you are gone to sea then I can't
forgive you for not sending
the usual word at the last moment. If you are not gone why don't
you come? Why did you leave me
yesterday? You leave me crying - I
who haven't cried for years and years, and you haven't the sense to
come back within the hour, within twenty hours! This conduct is
idiotic" - and a sprawling
signature of the four magic letters at
the bottom.
While I was putting the letter in my pocket the girl said in an
earnest undertone: "I don't like to leave Madame by herself for
any length of time."
"How long have you been in my room?" I asked.
"The time seemed long. I hope Monsieur won't mind the liberty. I
sat for a little in the hall but then it struck me I might be seen.
In fact, Madame told me not to be seen if I could help it."
"Why did she tell you that?"
"I permitted myself to suggest that to Madame. It might have given
a false
impression. Madame is frank and open like the day but it
won't do with everybody. There are people who would put a wrong
construction on anything. Madame's sister told me Monsieur was
out."
"And you didn't believe her?"
"Non, Monsieur. I have lived with Madame's sister for nearly a
week when she first came into this house. She wanted me to leave
the message, but I said I would wait a little. Then I sat down in
the big porter's chair in the hall and after a while, everything
being very quiet, I stole up here. I know the
disposition of the
apartments. I reckoned Madame's sister would think that I got
tired of
waiting and let myself out."
"And you have been
amusing yourself watching the street ever
since?"
"The time seemed long," she answered evasively. "An empty coupe
came to the door about an hour ago and it's still
waiting," she
added, looking at me inquisitively.
"It seems strange."
"There are some dancing girls staying in the house," I said
negligently. "Did you leave Madame alone?"
"There's the
gardener and his wife in the house."
"Those people keep at the back. Is Madame alone? That's what I
want to know."
"Monsieur forgets that I have been three hours away; but I assure
Monsieur that here in this town it's
perfectly safe for Madame to
be alone."
"And wouldn't it be
anywhere else? It's the first I hear of it."
"In Paris, in our apartments in the hotel, it's all right, too; but
in the Pavilion, for
instance, I wouldn't leave Madame by herself,
not for half an hour."
"What is there in the Pavilion?" I asked.
"It's a sort of feeling I have," she murmured
reluctantly . . .
"Oh! There's that coupe going away."
She made a
movement towards the window but checked herself. I
hadn't moved. The
rattle of wheels on the cobble-stones died out
almost at once.
"Will Monsieur write an answer?" Rose suggested after a short
silence.
"Hardly worth while," I said. "I will be there very soon after
you. Meantime, please tell Madame from me that I am not
anxious to
see any more tears. Tell her this just like that, you understand.
I will take the risk of not being received."
She dropped her eyes, said: "Oui, Monsieur," and at my suggestion
waited,
holding the door of the room half open, till I went
downstairs to see the road clear.
It was a kind of deaf-and-dumb house. The black-and-white hall was
empty and everything was
perfectly still. Blunt himself had no
doubt gone away with his mother in the brougham, but as to the
others, the dancing girls, Therese, or anybody else that its walls
may have contained, they might have been all murdering each other
in perfect
assurance that the house would not
betray them by
indulging in any unseemly murmurs. I emitted a low
whistle which
didn't seem to travel in that
peculiaratmosphere more than two
feet away from my lips, but all the same Rose came tripping down
the stairs at once. With just a nod to my
whisper: "Take a
fiacre," she glided out and I shut the door
noiselessly behind her.
The next time I saw her she was
opening the door of the house on