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Blue skies and sunshine and a rippling silver sea, all nature
jocund and gay, and for the first time in her young life Meriel was
unresponsive to the appeal. The romance had gone out of life. The
man she had learned to love was a thief—a thief. She told herself
fiercely that she no longer loved him, that she had never loved him,
but the ache at her heart gave the lie to the declaration.
The perpetual ache at her heart! If she could only have shared
the burden with Mrs. Marven, taken advantage of her Aunt's
sympathetic counsel, sobbed out her trouble and her despair on that
motherly breast, the pain would have been easier to bear. But she
could not do that. Thief though he was, Meriel could not betray Guy's
confidence.
Mrs. Marven wondered at the girl's reticence. Yet she waited in
patience for the confidence which was not yet given. Sooner or later
she felt it would be given to her. Her husband had told her of Guy's
conversation with him. She gathered that no ordinary blow had
shattered her darling's romance, and, though she longed to counsel
and to comfort, to mingle her tears with Meriel's, yet she did not
press her for the confidence which was withheld.
Yet, though the girl suffered, she strove to put her misery from
her, to busy herself with trivial duties. She went to the garden, but
she could not remain amongst the flowers. Her glance fell on a rose
Guy had tied. Now it was battered by the storm, and shapeless—like
her romance. She passed through the garden, across the meadow,
and on to the sea-wall. She desired to be alone, that was all. She
strolled idly along, unseeing anything but the tide slowly rising over
the mud, quite unconscious of the approach of an acquaintance.
Mr. Hildebrand Flurscheim had recognised Meriel while yet
some distance away, and had hastened his footsteps. He had
wondered that she was alone, but congratulated himself on the fact,
for then Guy would probably be alone, too. He wanted a private
conference with Guy. He, too, had been troubled greatly in his
thoughts during the previous day and night. Ever since Cornelius
Jessel had revealed to him the fact that one item of his missing
property was in Guy's possession, he had been rejoicing in the
thought that vengeance on his spoliators was soon to be within his
reach. Not that he wholly trusted the valet's word. The shadow-man
was not possessed of a confidence-inspiring personality, but the man
had not asked for any cash on account for the information he had
furnished. Flurscheim judged that the informer must have been quite
convinced as to the truth of his information, or he would not have
been so confiding. Flurscheim had arranged with him to secure the
miniature so that he might identify it. After that his course would be
simple. The police would do the rest. He blessed the lucky chance
which had brought him to recognise the strange likeness which
existed between Meriel and the missing miniature. But for that
curious coincidence he might never have had the opportunity of
getting on the track of his missing treasures.
Meriel had been correct in her intuition when she read another
meaning in his warning to Guy to beware of the approaching storm.
He could not resist the jest. But then the events which had
immediately followed played havoc with his plans and projects.
Guy had saved his life. Would the man who had robbed him
have done that? Hildebrand Flurscheim set great store by his life.
When he felt himself falling, when the water closed over his head, a
great horror possessed him. He struggled madly, blindly, against the
fearful thing. Then a strong hand had gripped him. He had still
struggled until dimly he had comprehended that a cool voice was
commanding him to be still, telling him that he was safe. The words
repeated again and again had impressed themselves upon his
consciousness. He had ceased to struggle. He had trusted entirely to
the strong hand which supported him. Then, he knew not how, other
hands had lifted him up and taken him into a boat. He had opened
his eyes and seen Guy clamber up over the stern, had heard him
say, "Not much the matter, eh, Mr. Flurscheim?"
The experience seemed to have lasted hours. He said little, but
he had insisted, when Guy was put aboard the Witch, on shaking the
young man's hand. And when, afterwards, the horror of those
moments returned to him there was renewed in his mind the feeling
of gratitude to his preserver. He was glad that it was in his power to
repay in some measure the debt of gratitude he owed. Guy had
given his life. Well, he could give Guy liberty. Yet he was not
altogether satisfied in his mind. He had no reason for thinking that
Guy had worked single-handed, and he saw no reason why other
parties should be participants in his gratitude. Yet, rather than Guy
should suffer, all the guilty parties should escape. Certainly the
experience of being at hand-grips with death had wrought a
wonderful change in Mr. Hildebrand Flurscheim's views, for it was
with this determination in his mind that he left his yacht, intending to
call at the Hall and tell Guy of Jessel's communication, and of his
determination not to act upon the information.
Not until he was a yard away and he spoke, did Meriel
recognise the connoisseur. A shadow of annoyance crossed her
face. This man seemed to her to be the cause, though a perfectly
innocent cause, of Guy's undoing. She bowed slightly, and would
have passed by, but Flurscheim stood in her path.
"Pardon me, Miss Challys," he said, "can you tell me where I
can find Mr. Guy Hora? I have something of importance to say to
him."
There was a shade of agitation in his voice. Meriel was startled.
Again the thought came to her, "Did he suspect Guy? Was that the
explanation of the presence of himself and his yacht at Whitsea?"
She strove to answer steadily.
"Mr. Hora left for London by the first train this morning."
An exclamation of annoyance escaped Flurscheim. "It is most
important that I should see him at once. Most important. Will you
give me his address? I must send him a wire immediately."
The colour left her face. She trembled. She was sure now that
Flurscheim knew who had robbed him of his treasures, that his
anxiety was due to the fear lest the robber should escape him. How
could she warn Guy? How could she refuse to supply Flurscheim
with the address he asked? Even if she were to refuse, her aunt or
uncle would give it. They knew of no reason why it should be kept
secret.
Flurscheim saw her hesitation, and a strange suspicion
germinated in his mind. "Surely she is not one of the gang," he
thought.
His intent gaze increased her discomposure. His suspicions
increased. He ventured a bold stroke.
"I wish to make some return for the service Mr. Hora has
rendered me," he said quietly. "Facts have come to my knowledge
which go to show that he is in considerable danger. If you do not
trust me, will you convey to him the warning?"
Again she looked at him doubtingly. "You would be his friend?"
she asked amazedly.
"If Mr. Hora will allow me," he answered, and seeing that she
still hesitated, he continued earnestly. "Will you not believe me, Miss
Challys, when I say that I would do anything in my power to save Mr.
Hora from a fate which would mean absolute ruin to him. May I go so
far as to say that if you are in the slightest degree interested in his
welfare you will not waste any time in communicating to him the
message I will give you."
There was a deep feeling expressed more in his tone than the
words he used. Instinctively Meriel felt that he was to be trusted.
"I will give you Guy—Mr. Hora's address," she remarked. "I
cannot communicate with him myself."
"Why—I thought——" he remarked and paused.
Meriel did not pretend to misunderstand the swiftly checked
exclamation. She shook her head sadly.
"I am a very unhappy girl, Mr. Flurscheim," she said, and despite
her efforts tears mounted to her eyes.
"There! There! There! Say no more," interrupted the
connoisseur hastily. "Misunderstandings will occur between young
people."
Meriel again shook her head. "Yesterday Mr. Hora told me
something regarding himself which I could not have suspected; part
of what he told me concerned you, Mr. Flurscheim, and—so he has
gone."
"Then the miniature did not come into his possession by
accident!" ejaculated Flurscheim. "And all the time I was hoping that
it had."
"No," said Meriel. "It was no accident." The words slipped from
her. Flurscheim realised that she knew all about the robbery. He
began to question her eagerly, but she would answer him nothing.
Already she had been betrayed into a confidence which she
regretted, and when he realised her difficulty, he ceased to ask for
details.
"It makes no difference in my intentions," he said. "Whether Mr.
Hora was himself the burglar who stole my picture and the
miniatures, or whether he was only one of the parties who handled
them afterwards, would make no difference to my course of action. If
he is warned immediately there will be time for him to clear out of the
way. If not——" He shrugged his shoulders expressively.
"But why?" asked Meriel.
Flurscheim repeated the story Jessel had told him.
"I can keep the man's mouth closed for a certain time," he said,
"but sooner or later he will blab it out, and once the police get on the
track——" Again he shrugged his shoulders.
Meriel was more than ever amazed at the Jew's attitude. She let
some of her surprise escape in speech.
"You, knowing where some of your valuables are, are willing to
forego all chance of their recovery, to let the—the thief—go
unpunished? You who everybody says had determined to spend the
whole of the rest of your life on the recovery."
The Jew spread out the palms of his hands in a
characteristically racial gesture.
"The rest of my life," he said. "My life would have been ended
yesterday but for Mr. Guy Hora. Strange as it may seem, life is very
good in my eyes. I might never have known how good but for my
accident. It was slipping away and he gave it back to me. That was a
debt which I must repay. Miss Challys, never yet have I failed to
meet every obligation that I have incurred. Ask Christian or Jew who
has ever had dealings with me if Hildebrand Flurscheim has ever
failed to take up his bond when it became due."
She murmured something about the nobility of his attitude, but
he would not accept any such complimentary description.
"It is just my business point of view," he remarked drily.
"Suppose I put the value of the pictures at fifty thousand pounds.
Personally I would give double that amount for my life, though I
should very much doubt whether anybody else would give as many
pence."
Laughter and tears strove for mastery in her face.
"You have greatly relieved my mind, Mr. Flurscheim," she said
softly. "Though I shall never see Mr. Hora again, yet I—I could not
bear to think of him in prison."
"You had better see him again, and quickly, too, if you want to
keep him out of it," snapped the Jew promptly in response. "It will
want a woman's hand to do that, and from what I have observed you
are about the only person in the world who has half a chance of
succeeding."
The direct attack, voicing the thought she had striven to
suppress, brought the colour surging to her cheeks. "Don't you
understand," she cried. "He is a thief—a thief."
"He seems to be a rare plucky one anyway," answered
Flurscheim. Meriel laughed hysterically. "There! There! There!" said
the connoisseur in his most soothing manner, "I didn't mean to hurt
you, and I can see you are very much upset. Perhaps we will talk
over this bad business later and see what we can manage between
us."
There was so much kindness in his manner, so real a delicacy in
his whole attitude, that Meriel felt more than ever inclined to confide
the whole story to him. He was a man of the world. He owed Guy a
debt of gratitude. She had not promised Guy to keep silence. He had
never asked her, for he had realised that the request would have
been an insult. There was little time to argue the matter with herself.
Flurscheim was impatient to depart. She obeyed the impulse.
"Mr. Flurscheim," she said, "will you treat what I tell you as
strictly confidential, and take no action without my permission?"
"I give you my word," he said gravely.
Meriel glanced round her. No living soul was in sight. They stood
alone upon the sea-wall. Flurscheim noted her glance.
"There's no chance of being overheard," he remarked. At a little
distance was a stile in a rail fence which separated one meadow
from another. Flurscheim pointed to it.
"Come along," he said brusquely, and there the girl made known
to her companion the story of Guy's life as she had heard it from his
lips.
"He is not so greatly to blame, is he, Mr. Flurscheim?" she
asked eagerly, when she had finished the narration. "And yet nothing
can alter the fact that he is a thief."
The Jew had listened with growing amazement. To him the story
seemed the wildest, maddest romance he had ever heard. He could
scarcely believe his ears. To Meriel's appeal he could only reply at
first with an Hebraic invocation, uttered beneath his breath. Then he
asked, "And you really think he was telling the truth?"
"If you had seen his face, you would have had no need to ask
the question," she answered sorrowfully.
"It's the tallest story I've ever heard," he remarked. "But whether
true or not, if we want to do anything for him the first step is to get
him out of the hands of that old scoundrel of a father, and," he
added, "I am more than ever convinced that only a woman can do
that. Think it over, Miss Challys, think it over." He glanced at his
watch. "Now if you will give me his address, I will be off. I have a
number of things to do before returning to town."
She gave him the address. She responded heartily to his
farewell, and as she stood watching him as he hastened along the
path towards the quay it seemed to her that already the burden of
her trouble was lightened. She trusted Flurscheim implicitly, and yet
twenty-four hours previously she would have been prepared to
assert that he would have been the last person in the world of whom
she would have taken counsel in her distress.
Not that her mind was at rest. She merely was relieved from
anxiety as regards Guy's immediate safety. As to the future there
was no trace of a silver lining to the clouds. Guy and she had parted.
Yet Flurscheim's words stuck in her brain. "Only a woman could help
him." Only a woman!
CHAPTER XXIV
INSPECTOR KENLY CONTEMPLATES ACTION