The tomb of Ts'in
table but her stepdaughter), was an exponent of the simple life.
Martha Ann ushered the visitor into the drawing-room, then flew to
find Mrs. Yale, to warn her that three chops and a pint of dessicated
soup was very poor preparation for a dinner-party, if it were to
include Mr. de Costa.
Yvonne was dressing, but came down within a few minutes of his
arrival. The old man rose and favoured her with a bow as she came in.
“I have called for your answer, Miss Yale,” said De Costa.
“I have no answer to give you now, that I was not prepared to give you
yesterday,” said the girl, quietly. “I could not, even if I knew, put
you in possession of the information you require.”
De Costa shrugged his shoulders.
“It means such a lot to you,” he said, “and to your mother. I am sure
she would persuade you----”
“My mother could not persuade me to do anything I thought was
dishonourable and unworthy,” she replied, with a note of hauteur in
her voice.
“You know the consequences?” asked the old man.
“I know what you threaten,” said the girl, steadily. “That you will
have Captain Talham arrested, and that you will subpœna me, and force
me to tell you what was inscribed on the bracelet.”
The old man nodded.
“Yes,” he said, “that is my intention. You can save your friend a lot
of trouble, and save me a great deal of inconvenience, by telling me
all you know.”
She was silent.
“By hook or by crook, I am going to learn what you have to tell,” said
De Costa savagely. “This man has done me a grievous wrong, and I
intend repaying myself for all the inconvenience to which he has put
me, and for all the money which I have lost as a result of his act of
theft. The bracelet was not yours; it is not his.”
“There is no Court of Law in England that would force me to say what I
did not wish to say,” she said firmly. “Legally--however unfortunate
it was your son should have given it to me--it was mine. It is now out
of my hands. I cannot tell you anything about it without Captain
Talham’s permission.”
De Costa shrugged.
“Your refusal to answer will be accepted as an answer unfavourable to
the prisoner. If you lie, the judges and the jury will know.”
“Have no fear,” she said haughtily. “I shall not say anything which is
not true.”
It was at that tense moment that Mrs. Yale came in. She boasted her
ability to take in a situation at a glance. Now she sought to justify
that boast.
“Ah!” she said pleasantly, with a genial smile which comprehended both
the old man and her stepdaughter. “I see you have succeeded in
persuading my obstinate daughter.”
“I have not yet, madam,” said De Costa, putting on his mask of
courtesy. “I do not doubt we shall succeed eventually,” he added, with
a smile. “I have had to take a very serious line with Miss Yale, and I
know that you will support me in my action.”
“You may be sure, Mr. de Costa,” said the lady fervently, “that
whatever action you take you have the approval of one who is not only
a fond and doting mother, but is also sufficiently a woman of the
world to realise the disinterestedness of your action.”
It was a speech almost worthy of Talham. She turned to the girl.
“Yvonne,” she said, with proper sadness, “I have never yet exercised
that authority which my position and my age and the regard in which I
was held by that hero who has long since carried his sword to
Heaven”--she dabbed her eyes automatically--“entitles me. Yet I feel,”
she said firmly, as she drew herself erect as a queen-mother would
draw herself erect, “that I must, in this present instance, insist
upon your taking a certain line of conduct--a line of conduct which
will be beneficial to us all, and which will be creditable and worthy
of the name you bear. Mr. de Costa has honoured me with his
confidence.”
There was a little exchange of bows between the two.
“He has told me what steps he would take in certain eventualities. For
the honour of the house----!” She laid her hand with dramatic effect
on the girl’s shoulder.
Yvonne heaved a deep sigh. She put up her hand and took that of her
mother’s. It was not so much to demonstrate her affection as to
relieve an intolerable, melodramatic situation.
“There is no profit in talking to me like that, mother,” she said
quietly. “You do not help me or help Mr. de Costa. The honour of the
house, you may be sure, is safely in my keeping,” she said, with her
little chin tilted upward proudly. “It is indeed more in my keeping
than it is in yours.”
“But think of the court; think of the newspapers!” wailed Mrs. Yale.
“Think of the scandal!”
“I have thought of all that,” said Yvonne with a little smile. “I do
not relish the prospect any more than you. If Mr. de Costa does this
disgraceful thing,” she shrugged her shoulders, “what else can I do
but endure? Under any circumstances”--she faced the old man
squarely--“I will not tell you what I know about Captain Talham’s
plans.”
The opposition he was encountering had fanned the fury of the old man
to a white heat of rage. The veins in his forehead were swelling, his
voice trembled when he addressed her:
“I will know!” he said. “I will know what that bracelet said. If you
don’t tell me I’ll find a way----”
He stopped suddenly, and looked over the girl’s shoulder at the
doorway, his mouth open, his eyes staring, for Talham had brushed
aside the agitated Martha Ann, and had stood there, unannounced, for
quite a minute.
The girl, following the direction of the old man’s eyes, looked round.
Her face went pink and white, her hands clasped and unclasped about
her crumpled handkerchief.
He came forward with his shoulders bent a little forward, his eyes
peering from left to right, a trick of his when he was facing a peril,
the extent of which he did not know.
“I thought I heard my name mentioned,” he said softly. “I intrude for
the second time this day, but I come to take farewell----”
He did not directly address Yvonne, nor did he look at her.
Whatever faults the old man De Costa had, cowardice was not one of
them.
“I mentioned your name,” he said loudly, “and I am telling you now,
Captain Talham, what I have told this young lady: that if you restore
that bracelet which you have purloined, I am prepared to take no
further action; but otherwise, I shall apply for a warrant for your
arrest.”
It was, of course, the maddest kind of bluff to put on a man of
Talham’s calibre.
“Indeed!”
Talham was monstrously polite. The girl’s eyes were fixed on him, and
her face was a little drawn with anxiety. He smiled at her, an
encouraging and an understanding smile.
“We are under the impression,” he said regally, “that you have already
applied for the warrant, but that the authorities have refused to
supply you with the necessary instrument to remove us. As for the
bracelet”--he smiled again--“we are prepared, at this moment, to tell
you exactly the wording on that extraordinary ornament; but alas! it
is in the hands of our excellent friend Tillizinni.”
There was an awkward pause. The old man made as if to go.
“You shall hear again from me, Captain Talham,” he breathed. “Although
I admit the warrant has not been granted, yet in a day or two the
necessary affidavits will be received from China.”
“We shall be ready to answer any charge you may bring against us,”
said Talham, “and we would remark that it is no part of our desire to
shrink from the ordeal of a public trial. We have supreme and complete
faith in the justice of our cause, and we do not shrink from the
judgment of our peers.”
Evidently De Costa was not anxious to hear the conclusion of the
speech. He had long left the room before Talham reached his
peroration, which he had so skilfully and adroitly adjusted as to
render the presence of the other unnecessary to its dramatic effect.
The girl listened with patience which was beyond praise, though her
mind and her heart were in a ferment, and though every moment’s delay
was torture to her.
As for Mrs. Yale, that wonderful and adaptable woman, she became the
sole audience, as far as Talham was concerned. It was she who supplied
the murmured applause, who agreed with the deductions he made and the
inferences he assumed, though they were tolerably incomprehensible to
her. She sat with the proud and happy smile of the well-tested friend
who had seen her loyalty vindicated.
At last Talham’s address came to an end.
“I want to see you alone,” said Yvonne.
There was hardly a break between his last words and her request, so
quick she was to take advantage of the silence.
“I have to explain why I wired to you,” she said.
Mrs. Yale tiptoed from the room with ostentatious discretion.
“I wired to you,” said the girl at last, “because I wanted to see
you.”
He nodded.
“These people weren’t worrying you, were they?” he asked; “because you
need not----”
“I know!” she said hastily. “I know! But I’m afraid of what they will
do; that they will force me to go out as witness against you. But I
will never tell,” she said. “Never! never!”
Talham was looking at her in perturbation. It was a new Yvonne Yale he
saw; such a one as he had never dreamt of. She took his breath away;
he felt himself shaking from head to foot, and at that moment he
cursed what he thought was a recurrence of malarial fever. But there
was no malarial germ in Talham’s veins at that moment. There was
something within her that spoke to him, some message which went out in
vibrant waves and shook the very centre of life within him.
For the first time in his life, Talham was speechless. He could say
nothing; his tongue refused its duty, and Yvonne Yale was in no better
case. For her throat had gone dry and husky; it sounded queerly hoarse
when she spoke, and she was short of breath, though she had made no
recent or unusual exertion.
“Captain Talham,” she managed to say, “I wanted to tell you
something.… That is why I sent for you. It is a very extraordinary
thing I want to say. Suppose they arrest you?”
He shook his head. Even that possibility did not lend him words.
“Suppose they arrest you,” she went on in her new, breathless way,
with her eyes shining and moist, and her lips parted because of the
very physical discomfort of breathing. “Suppose they ask me to go into
the witness-box to testify against you… there is a law in England, do
you know it--that no--no----”
Again she stopped; the words were so difficult and so impossible.
“There is a law in England,” she went on again, “that a wife cannot
testify against her husband.”
The last words were in a whisper.
For a moment their eyes met. He held them for a breathing space----
CHAPTER XV.
SOO WHO CAME BACK.
When De Costa went back to his house he was determined at all costs
to revenge himself upon the man who had slighted him, and who had
brought such misery to his son.
He was prepared to brave any consequences--for an angry man is neither
logical nor reasonable, and until his temper cooled he was wilfully
blind to the danger which he himself might incur through the publicity
of a trial. That was his mood when he reached the gloomy house in
Kensington.
Over a frugal dinner he reviewed all the happenings of the past few
weeks, and bitterly cursed his luck. Yet the planning and the scheming
of years had not altogether ended in nought.
Armed with the information which he was able to give them, his
exploration parties would soon be on their way to Mount Li.
The books which were open to Tillizinni were open equally to him.
Within a rough radius he also had located the mountain of the Emperor.
His house was in disorder: holland sheets covered most of the
furniture, his valuables had been removed to the bank, and his heavy
baggage already stood roped and corded for the journey which he had
set himself.