Part 13 (1/2)

”It is a diamond,” said Knight. ”A blue diamond, and considered remarkable. It's what your friend Ruthven Smith would call a 'museum piece,' if you showed it to him. But you mustn't. He'd move heaven and earth to get it! n.o.body must see it but you and me. It wouldn't be safe.

It's too valuable. And if you were known to have it, you'd be in danger from all the jewel thieves in Europe and America. You wouldn't like that.”

”No, it would be horrible!” Annesley shuddered. ”But what a pity it must be hidden. Is it yours?”

”It's yours at present,” said Knight, ”if you'll keep it to yourself, and look at it only when you and I are alone together. I can't give it to you, precisely, to have and to hold (as I shall give you myself in a few hours), because this ring is more a trust than a possession.

Something may happen which will force me to ask you for it. But again, it may _not_. And, anyhow, I want you to have the ring until that time comes. I've bought a thin gold chain, and you can hang it round your neck, unless--I almost think you're inclined to refuse?”

Another mystery! But the blue diamond in its scintillating frame was so alluring that Annesley could not refuse. She knew that she would have more pleasure in peeping surrept.i.tiously at the secret blue diamond than in seeing the ”obvious” white one on her finger.

”I can't give it up!” she said, laughing. ”But I hope it isn't one of those dreadful historic stones which have had murders committed for it, like famous jewels one reads of. I should hate anything that came from _you_ to bring bad luck.”

”So should I hate it. If there's any bad luck coming, I want it myself,”

Knight said, gravely.

”I wish I hadn't spoken of bad luck to-day!” the girl remorsefully exclaimed. ”But I am not afraid. Give me the ring.”

He gave it, and pulled from his pocket the slight gold chain on which he meant it to hang. He was leisurely threading the ring upon this when two men looked in at the door of the reading room.

One of the pair was of more than middle age. He was tall, thin, and slightly stooping. His respectable clothes seemed too loose for him. His hair and straggling beard were gray, contrasting with the sallow darkness of his skin. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles, and peered through them as if they were not strong enough for his failing sight.

The other man was younger. He, too, was dark and sallow, but his close-cut hair was black. He was clean shaven and well dressed. He wore a high, almost painfully high, collar, which caused him to keep his chin in air. He might be a Spaniard or an Italian.

Annesley had certainly not seen him before. She told herself this twice over. Yet--she was frightened. There was something familiar about him.

It must be her foolish imagination which took alarm at everything!

But, with fingers grown cold, she covered up the blue diamond.

CHAPTER IX

THE THING KNIGHT WANTED

When Dr. Torrance, who was to give her away, and the Marchese di Morello, who was to be Knight's ”best man,” had been introduced to Annesley, she laughed at the stupid ”scare” which had chilled her heart for a moment.

If Knight had remained with her after his friends finished their call, she might have confessed to him how she had fancied in the tall, dark young man a likeness to one of the dreaded _watchers_. Until Knight spoke their names she had feared that the pair looking in at the door were there to spy; that one, at all events, was disguised--cleverly, yet not cleverly enough quite to hide his ident.i.ty. But Knight said good-bye, and went away with his friends, giving the girl no chance for further talk with him.

They did not meet again until--with the Countess de Santiago--Annesley arrived at the obscure church chosen for the marriage ceremony. There Dr.

Torrance awaited them outside the door, and took charge of the bride, while the Countess found her way in alone; and Annesley saw through the mist of confused emotion her Knight of love and mystery waiting at the altar.

During the ceremony that followed he made his responses firmly, his eyes calling so clearly to hers that she answered with an almost hypnotized gaze. His look seemed to seal the promise of his words. In spite of all that was strange and secret and unsatisfying about him, she had no regrets. Love was worth everything, and she could but believe that he loved her. This strong conviction went with the girl to the vestry, and made it easier to turn away when his name--his real name, which she, though his wife, was not to know--was recorded by him in the book.

They parted from Torrance, Morello, and the Countess at the church door, an arrangement which delighted Annesley. In the haste of making plans, she and Knight had forgotten to discuss what they were to do after the wedding and before their departure; but Knight had found time to decide the matter.

”These people were the best material I could get hold of at a moment's notice,” he remarked, coolly, when he and Annesley were in the motor-car he had hired for the journey to Devons.h.i.+re. ”We've used them because we needed them. Now we don't need them any longer. It seems to me that a newly married couple ought to keep only dear friends around them or no one. Later we can repay these three for the favour they've done us, if you call it a favour. Meanwhile, we'll forget them.”

Knight had neglected no detail which could make for Annesley's comfort, or save her from any embarra.s.sment arising from the hurried wedding. Her luggage had been packed by a maid in the hotel, and--all but the dressing-bag and a small box made for an automobile--sent ahead by rail to Devons.h.i.+re. She and Knight were to travel in the comfortable limousine which would protect them against weather. It did not matter, Knight said, how long they were on the way.

At Exeter they would visit some good agency in search of a lady's maid.