Part 28 (1/2)

Hours later they were speaking still, wafting sweet music through the corridors, filling the honored room with strains of joy for the enchanted man on the broken window-seat, all in the dark at dead of night. There might have been a moon; he did not know. There might have been a stealthy advance, in very open order--a taking of cover behind trees wide apart--a joining of forces down there in the dark, that was not so dark if one was used to it. But Dollar had been for hours gazing into his own heart, and that was still so dazzlingly alight that he might not have seen anything if he had looked out; it still sang so loud that he heard nothing down-stairs until there was noise enough to wake a deeper dreamer out of actual sleep.

Even then he scarcely knew what had brought him so suddenly to feet grown numb, but not more numb than the whole outer man in the endless inner joy of that which he believed himself to have discovered along with his dear lady's gloves. Those sacred relics he still clasped in his hands, and that fond belief he was still hugging in his heart, when a louder sound p.r.i.c.ked his undertaking to the quick. It was the sound of voices in the empty house. He tore off his shoes, limped over to the door, opened it as softly, and stood listening in a heavy horror. They were women's voices, accompanied by the scuttle of women's feet!

In an instant, but still with an instinctive stealth, he was out on the landing at the head of the stairs. And there, but only there, his fond dream ended in an awakening as terrible as any nightmare; for one woman stood on the half-landing between the two p.r.o.ngs of the forked staircase; all attention she stood, as if on guard; hair silvered by a shaft of moons.h.i.+ne through the staircase window, shoulders hunched intently, but the head itself just tilted as if in sudden alarm, and full in the moonlight the wicked unmistakable little hat of Lady Vera Moyle.

Her gloves dropped out of his hands. Did she hear them fall? She looked as if she had; he had not the heart to make sure. He had nothing like the heart to confront and shame her first--at her worst a pa.s.sive party to the crime--when her guiltier companions were even then at their vile work lower down. The ladder was the thing! Then he could scare those others first, and she and he need never meet at all. Better never again than at this hideous juncture! And as for him, better death itself than such a death to such a dream!

It was a sheer stampede the man made now, back along the landing with great heavy strides, even shouting as he went to put the she-devils to flight. It was what he called them as he ran; had they not dragged an angel into this. And they heard him, and he heard them--scuttling and clucking in headlong flight.

This time they could afford to fly; their second attempt was no failure like the first. The little new landing was like a gridiron over a flickering glare from the well beneath. Dollar flung his full length on the brink--hung dangling from the armpits--hung las.h.i.+ng out for the ladder like a boy on a horizontal bar with a mattress just underneath.

The top rung took some finding in his reckless haste; and then his hands had to change places with his feet; and it was all a pretty desperate business for no light-weight, in a frenzy of excitement, at the tip-top of a tremulous ladder that leaned against thin air. But his very recklessness saw him down somehow with unbroken bones, and on the threshold of the burning room before the fire had really taken hold. And there he stopped, instead of das.h.i.+ng in; there he stood shrinking from the red light within.

For again one of the women had stayed behind the rest; and through a forest of scaffolding poles, and a swirl of smoke and steam, he beheld her in a glow already dying by her hand, under a hissing stream flung right and left, in glittering coils and spirals, as coolly as a gardener waters the gra.s.s. It was his very dream, come true in the end! And Dollar stood there because he was ashamed to look Vera Moyle in the face--after fearing for one moment that it was nothing but a dream!

But last of all the stream played through the darkness and the smoke, upon the threshold even at his feet, and a dry voice cried:

”I see you all right! I saw you up-stairs; come round and tell me why you ran away.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: The little landing was like a gridiron]

But it was no moment for going round. He went to her through sparks and splinters in his socks, and felt the pain no more than the relief when he stood beside her on the cool flags of the corridor, with both her hands in his.

”I might have known!” he spluttered through the smoke. ”I might have known it even from the first!”

”It's jolly bad luck that you should know it at all,” said Lady Vera, in the same dry little voice. ”I'm not proud of it, I can tell you.”

”Not of stopping an absolutely wanton crime?”

”Not of turning against my old lot--and I haven't, either!” cried Lady Vera, with more pa.s.sion than he had ever heard from her. ”I feel everything I said up-stairs. I think we've all been treated more abominably than ever. I don't blame them a bit for all this sort of thing----”

”Vera, you do--you know you do!”

”I don't; how can I? Haven't I done worse? I may think they're going rather far, and I may put in my spoke----”

”This is not the first time!” he exulted, still only with her hands in his, yet little knowing how he hurt them.

”That's my business,” she said, with a sudden laugh that broke her voice. ”It's the least I can do--after two years ago.”

”And I knew you'd done it!” he was quick to cry. ”I knew it hours back, though you did frighten me again just now. I found the hose-pipe in the bathroom with your gloves, and their rotten message rubbed out on the wall! I knew the hose was yours, because I'd just been told there wasn't such a thing in the house. But I was looking for something of the kind.

I knew there was something to be found, that the whole thing wasn't what it seemed. And ever since it's been the happiest night of my life, on top of my most miserable hour!”

”I'll motor you back to town for that,” said Lady Vera, with another poor little laugh. ”I--I'm sorry I didn't tell you this afternoon.”

”I'm not!”

”Somehow it didn't seem quite the game by the others, though of course I hoped you would guess that I had only come in after them as a kind of scarecrow. Of course I don't know if it will make you the least bit less miserable----” But there she stuck.