Part 23 (1/2)
”You've got your head,” he retorted, ”full of nonsense, Lou. Try and be a sensible woman now, and think of it all quietly. Is there anything you would like me to do, for instance?”
”Yes, if you will.”
”What is it?”
”Couldn't you see Uncle Ryder?”
”At Scotland Yard, you mean?”
”He is at the head of the Criminal Investigation Department, isn't he?”
”I've always understood so.”
”Would he see you, do you think, at his office?”
”Tom not see me?” exclaimed Colonel Harris. ”Of course he would. What do you want me to see him about?”
”He could tell you exactly how matters stood with regard to--to Luke, couldn't he?”
”He could. But would he?”
”You can but try.”
”It's a great pity your aunt is out of town; you might have heard a good deal from her.”
”Oh, Sir Thomas never tells aunt anything that's professional,” said Louisa with a smile. ”She'd be forever making muddles.”
”I am sure she would,” he a.s.sented with deep conviction.
”Do you think I might go with you?”
”What? To Tom's? I don't think he would like that, Lou: and it wouldn't quite do you know.”
”Perhaps not,” she agreed with hardly even a sigh of disappointment.
She was so accustomed, you see, to being thwarted by convention, whenever impulse carried her out of the bounds which the world had prescribed. Moreover, she expected to see Luke soon. He would be sure to come directly after an early visit to Grosvenor Square.
She helped her father on with his coat. She was almost satisfied that he should go alone. She would have an hour with Luke, if he came early, and it was necessary that she should have him to herself, before too many people had shouted evil and good news, congratulations, opprobrium, and suspicions at him.
Colonel Harris, she knew, would get quite as much if not more information out of his brother-in-law, Sir Thomas Ryder, than he could do if she--a mere woman--happened to be present at the interview. Sir Thomas would trust Colonel Harris with professional matters which he never would confide to a woman, and Louisa trusted her father implicitly.
She knew that, despite the grumblings and crustiness peculiar to every Englishman, when he is troubled with domestic matters whilst sitting at his own breakfast table, her father had Luke's welfare just as much at heart as she had herself.
CHAPTER XIX
NOT ALL ABOUT IT
Colonel Harris sent in his card to Sir Thomas Ryder. He had driven over from the Langham in a hansom--holding taxicabs in even more whole-hearted abhorrence than before. He inquired at once if Sir Thomas was in his private sanctum, and if so whether he might see him.