Part 23 (2/2)

”If you try to make a noise I'll twist your neck!”

This ferocious figure of speech terrified the girl sufficiently.

Heemskirk had seen plainly enough on the verandah Freya's golden head with another head very close to it. He dragged the unresisting maid with him by a circuitous way into the compound, where he dismissed her with a vicious push in the direction of the cl.u.s.ter of bamboo huts for the servants.

She was very much like the faithful camerista of Italian comedy, but in her terror she bolted away without a sound from that thick, short, black-eyed man with a cruel grip of fingers like a vice. Quaking all over at a distance, extremely scared and half inclined to laugh, she saw him enter the house at the back.

The interior of the bungalow was divided by two pa.s.sages crossing each other in the middle. At that point Heemskirk, by turning his head slightly to the left as he pa.s.sed, secured the evidence of ”carrying on”

so irreconcilable with old Nelson's a.s.surances that it made him stagger, with a rush of blood to his head. Two white figures, distinct against the light, stood in an unmistakable att.i.tude. Freya's arms were round Jasper's neck. Their faces were characteristically superimposed on each other, and Heemskirk went on, his throat choked with a sudden rising of curses, till on the west verandah he stumbled blindly against a chair and then dropped into another as though his legs had been swept from under him. He had indulged too long in the habit of appropriating Freya to himself in his thoughts. ”Is that how you entertain your visitors-you . . . ”

he thought, so outraged that he could not find a sufficiently degrading epithet.

Freya struggled a little and threw her head back.

”Somebody has come in,” she whispered. Jasper, holding her clasped closely to his breast, and looking down into her face, suggested casually:

”Your father.”

Freya tried to disengage herself, but she had not the heart absolutely to push him away with her hands.

”I believe it's Heemskirk,” she breathed out at him.

He, plunging into her eyes in a quiet rapture, was provoked to a vague smile by the sound of the name.

”The a.s.s is always knocking down my beacons outside the river,” he murmured. He attached no other meaning to Heemskirk's existence; but Freya was asking herself whether the lieutenant had seen them.

”Let me go, kid,” she ordered in a peremptory whisper. Jasper obeyed, and, stepping back at once, continued his contemplation of her face under another angle. ”I must go and see,” she said to herself anxiously.

She instructed him hurriedly to wait a moment after she was gone and then to slip on to the back verandah and get a quiet smoke before he showed himself.

”Don't stay late this evening,” was her last recommendation before she left him.

Then Freya came out on the west verandah with her light, rapid step.

While going through the doorway she managed to shake down the folds of the looped-up curtains at the end of the pa.s.sage so as to cover Jasper's retreat from the bower. Directly she appeared Heemskirk jumped up as if to fly at her. She paused and he made her an exaggerated low bow.

It irritated Freya.

”Oh! It's you, Mr. Heemskirk. How do you do?” She spoke in her usual tone. Her face was not plainly visible to him in the dusk of the deep verandah. He dared not trust himself to speak, his rage at what he had seen was so great. And when she added with serenity: ”Papa will be coming in before long,” he called her horrid names silently, to himself, before he spoke with contorted lips.

”I have seen your father already. We had a talk in the sheds. He told me some very interesting things. Oh, very-”

Freya sat down. She thought: ”He has seen us, for certain.” She was not ashamed. What she was afraid of was some foolish or awkward complication. But she could not conceive how much her person had been appropriated by Heemskirk (in his thoughts). She tried to be conversational.

”You are coming now from Palembang, I suppose?”

”Eh? What? Oh, yes! I come from Palembang. Ha, ha, ha! You know what your father said? He said he was afraid you were having a very dull time of it here.”

”And I suppose you are going to cruise in the Moluccas,” continued Freya, who wanted to impart some useful information to Jasper if possible. At the same time she was always glad to know that those two men were a few hundred miles apart when not under her eye.

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