Part 82 (1/2)

”Take him to the library; I'll come.”

Jillingham's face was rather pale, and his lips were set firm when he met his visitor.

”What the mischief do you want?”

”Five thou--ten--what you please. I know of a splendid investment.”

”In soap?”

He was the dirtiest creature that ever was seen. He wore a full suit of black, but the coat and trousers were white with age and dust-stains; an open waistcoat, exposing an embroidered s.h.i.+rt which could not have been washed for months; his hat was napless, and had a limp brim; no gloves, and the grimiest of hands. But he was decorated, and wore a ribbon, probably of St. Lucifer.

”In soap, or shavings, or shoddy; what does it matter to you? When can I have the money?”

”Never; not another sixpence.”

”Then I shall publish all I know.”

”No one will believe you.”

”I have proofs.”

”Which are forged. I tell you I'm too strong for you: you will find yourself in the wrong box. I am sick of this; and I mean to put an end to your extortion.”

”You dare me. You know the consequences.”

”The first consequence will be that I shall give you in charge. Be off!”

”You shall have a week to think better of it.”

Gilly rang the bell.

”Shall I send for a policeman, or will you go?”

He went, muttering imprecations intermixed with threats; but Gilly Jillingham, quite proud of his courage, seemed for the moment callous to both. He little dreamt how soon the latter would be put into effect.

Within a few days of this interview the greatest event of Mrs.

Purling's whole social career was due; she was to entertain royalty beneath her own roof. This crowning of the edifice of her ambition filled her with solemn awe; the preparations for the coming ball were stupendous, her own magnificent costume seemed made up of diamonds and bullion and five-pound notes.

Long before the hour of reception she might have been seen pacing to and fro with stately splendour, contemplating the das erected for royalty at one end of the room, and thinking with a glow of satisfaction that the representative of the Purlings had at last come to her own. At this supreme moment she was grateful to dear Phillipa and to Gilbert little less dear.

Then guests began to pour in. Where was Phillipa? Very late; she might have dressed earlier. A servant was sent to call her, and Phillipa, hurrying down, met Gilly on the upper floor coming out of Mrs.

Purling's bedroom.

”What have you been doing there?” she asked.

”Mrs. Purling wanted a fan,” said Gilly readily.

She might want one fan, but hardly two; and had Phillipa been less flurried she might have noticed that Mrs. Purling had one already in her hand. But then their Royal Highnesses arrived; the heiress made her curtsey for the first time in her life, was graciously received, and the hour of her apotheosis had actually come. Presently the crowd became so dense that every inch of s.p.a.ce was covered; people overflowed on to the landings, and sat four or five deep upon the stairs. Dancing was simply impossible; however, hundreds of couples went through the form. Phillipa, as in duty bound, remained in the thick of the _melee_, but Gilly had very early disappeared. He preferred the card-room; his waltzing days were over, he said. He was playing; it was not very good taste, but there were some men who preferred a quiet rubber to looking at princes or the antics of boys and girls, and he wished to oblige his friends.

”Can you give me a moment, Le Grice?” said Lord Camberwell, coming into the card-room. ”I have had a most extraordinary letter. It accuses Gilly Jillingham--”