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"Here are these," she said, with a twisted, pained sort of little smile.
"The others had all gone home, and I understood they were to come at once. No, thanks, I won't sit down."
Even when it appeared that, after all, the papers would need a few minutes' looking into, she still refused to sit down. She stood as close to the papers she had brought as if, without them, her sole reason for being there, she might have been ejected; and as she still persisted in her refusal to sit, I sat down myself.
It took me perhaps a quarter of an hour to go through the papers. It was as I was pushing back my chair that Stillhausen's bell purred again. A moment later there was a tap at the door. "Come in!" I called.
Evie entered.
I was not embarra.s.sed. It humiliates me to have to write that word now, so many hours later. There was nothing to be embarra.s.sed at. Indeed, as Evie advanced from the door, I barely explained the reason for Miss Causton's call. Louie touched the hand Evie extended. Evie was not, as she was with Miriam Levey and Kitty Windus, on kissing terms with Louie.
"I think you'll find these all right now," I said, giving Louie back the papers. "I don't know whether Miss Causton has had supper, Evie?"
Evie smiled graciously. "Yes, won't you have something, Miss Causton?
Let me have them lay a tray for you--it will be really no trouble."
But Louie would take nothing. She had drawn down her veil again, and was extending her fingers to Evie. "Don't trouble to come, Mr Jeffries," she said, moving towards the door, while Evie prattled polite phrases.
But I took her to the door. Four words--a "Good-night" on either side--were all that pa.s.sed between us. Then I returned to the library.
Evie was standing where Louie had been standing, but no sooner did I enter than she pa.s.sed me. Taking into account the warning of Stillhausen's bell, she must have waited for the purpose of so pa.s.sing me. But this did not strike me until a little later. Only when she reached the door did she turn and speak.
"Did Miss Causton ask for me?" she said.
"Eh?" I asked, surprised.... "No. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. Only that I thought that when one called one asked for the lady of the house."
I smiled as I set my writing-table to rights. "'Called?' It was hardly a call, my dear."
"Evidently not."
I looked quickly up. Evie's tone was new to me.
"Come, come, darling--a necessary matter of business," I expostulated.
"I'm sorry I interrupted."
"'Interrupted!'... Good gracious, Evie!"
"But of course I didn't; you can't be interrupted here."
I was astonished.
"Why, what--what do you mean?"
She looked coldly at me, without replying.
I frowned. I am ashamed to say that it cost me a little effort to master an impatience that had suddenly arisen in me. I spoke slowly for that purpose.
"If by your last remark you mean that bell, Evie, it was here before we came, and I fancy you knew it was. At any rate it shall be taken away to-morrow."
Very irritatingly (I have told you how I am not quite the man of phlegm I was) she took me up at my last word.
"Oh, yes, about to-morrow," she said. "You don't happen to be going out to-night, do you?"
"No. Why?" This was stranger than ever. She knew I never went out at night now.
"Because Mrs. Hastie telephoned me to-day. Joan isn't well, and can't come. So perhaps you'd like Sir Julius to ask somebody else--unless, of course----"
"Unless what?"
"Unless--there's somebody you'd rather ask yourself."
For a moment I was silent; then, "Evie," I said slowly, "do you--I don't see how you can, but do you--mean Louie Causton?"
She laughed tremulously. "Oh, very well; if I can't, I can't, I suppose, so that ends it."
And the next moment she was gone.
Half-an-hour later I met her on the stairs.
"Oh," she announced, without preface, "Phyllis isn't very well, and I think I shall spend the night in the nursery with her."
She has done so.
I have had a wretched night. I turned and turned, but found no sleep. By dint of turning, I found something else, though--a new meaning in those words Louie Causton had said to me: "If I could say that Miriam Levey and Kitty Windus had been chattering, which I can't----" I tossed and tossed.
At half-past ten this morning I went round to the offices of the Women's Emanc.i.p.ation League in Gray's Inn. I can't say, even when I found myself there, asking for Miss Levey, that I was very clear in my own mind as to why I had gone, but if anybody _had_ been tampering with Evie, it was as likely to be the Jewess as anybody else.
She kept me waiting: a thing, I may say, that few people do nowadays. I waited in a matchboarded anteroom, among emanc.i.p.ated flappers and middle-aged disciples of Schmerveloff. Then Miss Levey herself came in as if by accident, and gushed out into apologies. She had had no idea it was I, she said; she did so beg my pardon.... She showed me into an inner room in which a hairy man, the single male-bird of the run, was expounding from a Blue Book to three or four more women; one of them was the lady who had partic.i.p.ated in the intellectual courtship on the night of Aunt Angela's party. I turned to Miss Levey.
"I should like, if I may, to speak to you in private," I said.
She asked if Mr Boris's room was empty. The hairy man, looking up from his Blue Book for a moment, said that he thought so. She led the way into Mr Boris's room.
At the sight of her all my old dislike revived, and I found myself able to go straight to the point. I did so, without wasting a word.
"I've called to ask you, Miss Levey, whether you've given my wife the impression that I was the cause of your leaving the Freight and Ballast Company in order that room might he made for Miss Causton?"
She gave a shocked "Mis-ter Jeffries!" but I held up my hand.
"I know I'm putting it bluntly. You can be as blunt as you like also.
Will you tell me whether that is so?"
"May I die, Mr Jeffries--but _surely_ you know I'd arranged with Mr Schmerveloff long before!"
"I see. You dismissed us. Very well. Then let me put it in another form.
Have you, in my wife's hearing, a.s.sociated my name with Miss Causton's in any way whatever?"