I forced a laugh. It rang hollow against the barrier that separated us. In my heart I knew that this barrier was not to be laughed away.
‘Can’t you see, Peter? You must see.’
‘I certainly don’t. I think you’re overstrained, and that you have let your imagination run away with you. I–‘
She interrupted me.
‘Do you remember that evening in the study?’ she asked abruptly. ‘We had been talking. I had been telling you how I had lived during those five years.’
‘I remember.’
‘Every word I spoke was spoken with an object–calculated…. Yes, even the pauses. I tried to make -them- tell, too. I knew you, you see, Peter. I knew you through and through, because I loved you, and I knew the effect those tales would have on you. Oh, they were all true. I was honest as far as that goes. But they had the mean motive at the back of them. I was playing on your feelings. I knew how kind you were, how you would pity me. I set myself to create an image which would stay in your mind and kill the memory of the other girl; the image of a poor, ill-treated little creature who should work through to your heart by way of your compassion. I knew you, Peter, I knew you. And then I did a meaner thing still. I pretended to stumble in the dark. I meant you to catch me and hold me, and you did. And…’
Her voice broke off.
‘I’m glad I have told you,’ she said. ‘It makes it a little better. You understand now how I feel, don’t you?’
She held out her hand.
‘Good-bye.’
‘I am not going to give you up,’ I said doggedly.
‘Good-bye,’ she said again. Her voice was a whisper.
I took her hand and began to draw her towards me.
‘It is not good-bye. There is no one else in the world but you, and I am not going to give you up.’
‘Peter!’ she struggled feebly. ‘Oh, let me go.’
I drew her nearer.
‘I won’t let you go,’ I said.
But, as I spoke, there came the sound of automobile wheels on the gravel. A large red car was coming up the drive. I dropped Audrey’s hand, and she stepped back and was lost in the shrubbery. The car slowed down and stopped beside me. There were two women in the tonneau. One, who was dark and handsome, I did not know. The other was Mrs Drassilis.
CHAPTER 17
I was given no leisure for wondering how Cynthia’s mother came to be in the grounds of Sanstead House, for her companion, almost before the car had stopped, jumped out and clutched me by the arm, at the same time uttering this cryptic speech: ‘Whatever he offers I’ll double!’
She fixed me, as she spoke, with a commanding eye. She was a woman, I gathered in that instant, born to command. There seemed, at any rate, no doubt in her mind that she could command me. If I had been a black beetle she could not have looked at me with a more scornful superiority. Her eyes were very large and of a rich, fiery brown colour, and it was these that gave me my first suspicion of her identity. As to the meaning of her words, however, I had no clue.
‘Bear that in mind,’ she went on. ‘I’ll double it if it’s a million dollars.’
‘I’m afraid I don’t understand,’ I said, finding speech.
She clicked her tongue impatiently.
‘There’s no need to be so cautious and mysterious. This lady is a friend of mine. She knows all about it. I asked her to come. I’m Mrs Elmer Ford. I came here directly I got your letter. I think you’re the lowest sort of scoundrel that ever managed to keep out of gaol, but that needn’t make any difference just now. We’re here to talk business, Mr Fisher, so we may as well begin.’
I was getting tired of being taken for Smooth Sam.
‘I am not Smooth Sam Fisher.’
I turned to the automobile. ‘Will you identify me, Mrs Drassilis?’
She was regarding me with wide-open eyes.