“I picked you up, and I threw you away! No-I haven’t done. I’m going, you know-but before I go I want you to know just how futile I’ve been. You got quite a decent job when you went away from here-didn’t you? Did you ever wonder why you didn’t keep it-and why you didn’t keep the next job, which wasn’t quite such a good one-and the next-and the next-and the next?”
I had often wondered, but I wasn’t going to say so.
“You needn’t wonder any longer. I drove you out of every job you had. When it comes from a man’s own family that he is-unreliable-” She paused. I wondered if she was frightened, for she drew back from me and put the table between us. “I drove you out of here-I drove you out of every job you had! And when I’ve driven you to prison- shall I still be-futile?”
I hadn’t meant too let her make me angry, but the blood began to sing in my ears. I was on one side of the table, and she on the other. Neither of us had heard the door open. The screen masked it. Neither of us saw my uncle and some one else come into the room. Neither of us saw or heard anything but our own anger, until all at once I saw Anna’s face change and I felt my uncle’s hand on my shoulder and heard him say in his very loudest voice,
“What’s all this-what? What’s all this, I say?”
XLIII
I moved round and faced him. I moved slowly, because the whole thing was such a surprise and my mind seemed to have stuck. I couldn’t get it to work on this being my uncle’s hand on my shoulder. I had a sort of dazed feeling which was probably due to my not having had anything to eat.
After a moment I began to get there. Uncle John was clapping me on the back and saying things in a loud angry voice; but the anger wasn’t for me, it was for Anna.
“I heard what you said-what? You’re very clever at persuading people, but you can’t persuade me out of what I’ve heard with my own ears-what? You can’t do that-not if you were twice as clever as you think you are! I heard what you said to him! Do you hear that-what? I heard you with my own ears, and how you have the face to stand there and look at me, I don’t know!”
Anna was doing just what he said. She stood there, and she looked at him. The tips of her fingers just touched the table. I saw a picture once of the arrest of a Nihilist-I think it was called The Order of Arrest. I saw it when I was about ten, and it made a great impression on me. There was a girl standing behind a table, just touching it. She had big dark eyes, and she was staring out of the picture as if she was looking at something dreadful. Anna was standing and looking just like that. I suppose it was wrong of me, but I couldn’t help wondering whether she remembered the picture too. She didn’t say anything; she just looked.
My uncle turned to me.
“She was trying to make me believe you’d taken the Queen Anne bow. We’ve had a burglary, and it’s gone. She was trying to make me believe you’d taken it.”
“It’s sewn into the corner of my coat,” I said.
He let go of me and stood back. It must have been a bit of a shock. If I hadn’t been feeling so stupid, I might have broken it a bit more gently. He looked at me, and he looked at Anna, and Anna laughed.
My uncle thumped the table.
“And who put it there?” he said.
I didn’t answer him. I went over to the bureau and picked up a penknife. I thought it was time the Queen Anne bow was back in its safe. I cut a stitch, pulled the thread and broke it. The bow was pushed right down into the hem. I took it out and laid it on the table by my uncle’s hand. The setting was tarnished, and the diamonds looked dull, but the two big emeralds were like burning green water.
Anna’s eyes went to them and stayed there. I expect she was thinking they would suit her. I don’t know whether it went through her mind that she wouldn’t ever wear them now.
“Who put it in your coat?” said my uncle. Then, when I didn’t answer, he got angry and banged again. “You don’t sew, do you-what? Some one put it there, and I want to know who!”
Anna laughed and stepped back from the table.
“You are very chivalrous all of a sudden, Car! Don’t you know who sewed the bow in your coat?”
I said, “Yes. Don’t you want to catch that train of yours, Anna?”
“Train?” said my uncle. “What train? Where’s she going?”
The door opened, and William came in. He was trying to look as if he didn’t know that there was something up. I felt sorry for him-it’s his ambition to be the perfect butler, but he hasn’t got a butler’s face.
“The car’s at the door, miss,” he said. Then he tried not to look at us and went out again, fairly boiling with curiosity.
Anna saw her chance of a good exit and took it.
“I’m going to my husband,” she said in her best tragedy voice.
My uncle’s jaw dropped about half a foot.
“Your what?”
“My husband,” said Anna. “I was married to Arbuthnot Markham a fortnight ago.”
My uncle got very red in the face. He began to speak, stopped, and got redder still.
Anna looked at us both, very loftily.
“Good-by,” she said, and she began to move towards the door; but she had only got half-way, when she stopped.
She looked round at me, and I thought she was going to say something, but she didn’t. She went quickly out of the room and shut the door.
My uncle stared after her, angry and confused.
“Bless my soul! Married?” he said. “What? Married? What’s all this?” He jerked his shoulders back as if he was throwing something off. “Well, I wish him joy of her!”
It was whilst he was speaking that I saw there was some one else in the room. I very nearly jumped, because there was a sort of effect of his having appeared out of nothing. As a matter of fact, as soon as I had time to think, I realized that he had come in with my uncle. I hadn’t seen him, because he had been standing behind me. But Anna must have seen him. It struck me afterwards that that was why she didn’t say whatever it was she was going to say before she went out of the room.
Well, I looked at him and pulled myself together. He was a little man with thin, neat hair, sharpish gray eyes, and the sort of nose that is made for a pince-nez. The pince-nez sat neatly on the nose. He wore a natty gent’s suiting, and he took a very small size in black boots. I had never seen him before, but I knew him at once.
He put up his hand and fiddled with his pince-nez, and he said,
“Good morning, Mr. Fairfax.”
It was Z.10 Smith.
It was such a relief that I felt as if a ton of bricks had been suddenly lifted off me. The beastliest part of the whole beastly nightmare I had been wandering about in was the perfectly damnable idea that Z.10 was acting for Anna. I had never been able quite to shake it off. Z.10 here, with my uncle, meant something quite different. This all went through my head very quickly.
I said, “Good morning, Mr. Smith,” and my uncle stopped staring after Anna and slapped me on the back.
“Well,” he said-“well? So you recognize him-what? What did you think? Did you guess he came from-me what?”
“No, I didn’t,” I said. I was feeling a bit angry. “I wish I had!” I said.
My uncle broke into a shout of laughter.
“You weren’t meant to! No, no-not a bit of it! His name’s really Smith, you know-Smith and Wilkins, Enquiry Agents.”
He took me by the arm and walked me away to the other side of the room, dropping his voice till I could hardly hear what he said.
“Worried about you-began to think Anna’d been bamboozling me-found her out in a lie or two-makes you wonder whether it isn’t all lies-what?” He gripped my arm. “I missed you, my boy. We’ve both got tempers-runs in the family-said a lot of things that didn’t make it easy to climb down, both of us-what?”
I looked round and saw Z.10 vanishing discreetly. I heard the door close behind him. I don’t think my uncle noticed. He went on, still holding me tight and mumbling between embarrassment and discretion: