Mysterious Mr. Sabin

by E. Phillips Oppenheim

  CHAPTER XXVII

  BY CHANCE OR DESIGN

  Wolfenden sent his phaeton to the station with Harcutt, who had beensummoned back to town upon important business. Afterwards he slippedback to the hall to wait for its return, and came face to face with Mr.Blatherwick, who was starting homewards.

  "I was looking for you," Wolfenden said; "your luncheon party turned outa little differently to anything we had expected."

  "I am happy," Mr. Blatherwick said, "to be able to believe that theletter was after all a hoax. There was no one in the room, as you woulddoubtless observe, likely to be in any way concerned in the matter."

  Wolfenden knocked the ash off his cigarette without replying.

  "You seem," he remarked, "to be on fairly intimate terms with MissMerton."

  "We were fellow workers for several months," Mr. Blatherwick remindedhim; "naturally, we saw a good deal of one another."

  "She is," Wolfenden continued, "a very charming girl."

  "I consider her, in every way," Mr. Blatherwick said with enthusiasm, "amost delightful young lady. I--I am very much attached to her."

  Wolfenden laid his hand on the secretary's shoulder.

  "Blatherwick," he said, "you're a good fellow, and I like you. Don't beoffended at what I am going to say. You must not trust Miss Merton; sheis not quite what she appears to you."

  Mr. Blatherwick took a step backward, and flushed red with anger.

  "I do not understand you, Lord Wolfenden," he said. "What do you know ofMiss Merton?"

  "Not very much," Wolfenden said quietly; "quite enough, though, tojustify me in warning you seriously against her. She is a very cleveryoung person, but I am afraid a very unscrupulous one."

  Mr. Blatherwick was grave, almost dignified.

  "Lord Wolfenden," he said, "you are the son of my employer, but I takethe liberty of telling you that you are a l--l----"

  "Steady, Blatherwick," Wolfenden interrupted; "you must not call menames."

  "You are not speaking the truth," Mr. Blatherwick continued, curbinghimself with an effort. "I will not listen to, or--or permit in mypresence any aspersion against that young lady!"

  Wolfenden shook his head gently.

  "Mr. Blatherwick," he said, "don't be a fool! You ought to know that Iam not the sort of man to make evil remarks about a lady behind herback, unless I knew what I was talking about. I cannot at this momentprove it, but I am morally convinced that Miss Merton came here to-dayat the instigation of the person who wrote to you, and that she onlyrefrained from making you some offer because she knew quite well that wewere within hearing."

  "I will not listen to another word, Lord Wolfenden," Mr. Blatherwickdeclared vigorously. "If you are honest, you are cruelly misjudging thatyoung lady; if not you must know yourself the proper epithet to beapplied to the person who defames an innocent girl behind her back! Iwish you good afternoon, sir. I shall leave Deringham Hall to-morrow."

  He strode away, and Wolfenden watched him with a faint, regretful smileupon his lips. Then he turned round suddenly; a little trill of softmusical laughter came floating out from a recess in the darkest cornerof the hall. Miss Merton was leaning back amongst the cushions of alounge, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She beckoned Wolfenden to her.

  "Quite melodramatic, wasn't it?" she exclaimed, moving her skirts forhim to sit by her side. "Dear little man! Do you know he wants to marryme?"

  "What a clever girl you are," Wolfenden remarked; "really you'd make anadmirable wife for him."

  She pouted a little.

  "Thank you very much," she said. "I am not contemplating making any onean admirable wife; matrimony does not attract me at all."

  "I don't know what pleasure you can find in making a fool of a decentlittle chap like that," he said; "it's too bad of you, Blanche."

  "One must amuse oneself, and he is so odd and so very much in earnest."

  "Of course," Wolfenden continued, "I know that you had another object."

  "Had I?"

  "You came here to try and tempt the poor little fellow with a thousandpounds!"

  "I have never," she interposed calmly, "possessed a thousand shillingsin my life."

  "Not on your own account, of course: you came on behalf of youremployer, Mr. Sabin, or some one behind him! What is this devilry,Blanche?"

  She looked at him out of wide-open eyes, but she made no answer.

  "So far as I can see," he remarked, "I must confess that foolery seems abetter term. I cannot imagine anything in my father's work worth theconcoction of any elaborate scheme to steal. But never mind that; thereis a scheme, and you are in it. Now I will make a proposition to you. Itis a matter of money, I suppose; will you name your terms to come overto my side?"

  A look crept into her eyes which puzzled him.

  "Over to your side," she repeated thoughtfully. "Do you mind telling meexactly what you mean by that?"

  As though by accident the delicate white hand from which she had justwithdrawn her glove touched his, and remained there as though invitinghis clasp. She looked quickly up at him and drooped her eyes. Wolfendentook her hand, patted it kindly, and replaced it in her lap.

  "Look here, Blanche," he said, "I won't affect to misunderstand you; buthaven't you learnt by this time that adventures are not in my way?--lessnow than at any time perhaps."

  She was watching his face and read its expression with lightning-liketruth.

  "Bah!" she said, "there is no man who would be so brutal as youunless----"

  "Unless what?"

  "He were in love with another girl!"

  "Perhaps I am, Blanche!"

  "I know that you are."

  He looked at her quickly.

  "But you do not know with whom?"

  She had not guessed, but she knew now.

  "I think so," she said; "it is with the beautiful niece of Mr. Sabin!You have admirable taste."

  "Never mind about that," he said; "let us come to my offer. I will giveyou a hundred a year for life, settle it upon you, if you will tell meeverything."

  "A hundred a year," she repeated. "Is that much money?"

  "Well, it will cost more than two thousand pound," he said; "still, Iwould like you to have it, and you shall if you will be quite frank withme."

  She hesitated.

  "I should like," she said, "to think it over till to-morrow morning; itwill be better, for supposing I decide to accept, I shall know a gooddeal more of this than I know now."

  "Very well," he said, "only I should strongly advise you to accept."

  "One hundred a year," she repeated thoughtfully. "Perhaps you will havechanged your mind by to-morrow."

  "There is no fear of it," he assured her quietly.

  "Write it down," she said. "I think that I shall agree."

  "Don't you trust me, Blanche?"

  "It is a business transaction," she said coolly; "you have made it oneyourself."

  He tore a sheet from his pocket-book and scribbled a few lines upon it.

  "Will that do?" he asked her.

  She read it through and folded it carefully up.

  "It will do very nicely," she said with a quiet smile. "And now I mustgo back as quickly as I can."

  They walked to the hall door; Lord Wolfenden's carriage had come backfrom the station and was waiting for him.

  "How are you going?" he asked.

  She shook her head.

  "I must hire something, I suppose," she said. "What beautiful horses! Doyou see, Hector remembers me quite well; I used to take bread to him inthe stable when I was at Deringham Hall. Good old man!"

  She patted the horse's neck. Wolfenden did not like it, but he had noalternative.

  "Won't you allow me to give you a lift?" he said, with a marked absenceof cordiality in his tone; "or if you would prefer it, I can easilyorder a carriage from the hotel."

  "Oh! I would much rather go with you, if you really don't mind," shesaid. "May I really?"

  "I shall be very pleased," he answered
untruthfully. "I ought perhaps totell you that the horses are very fresh and don't go well together: theyhave a nasty habit of running away down hill."

  She smiled cheerfully, and lifting her skirts placed a dainty littlefoot upon the step.

  "I detest quiet horses," she said, "and I have been used to being runaway with all my life. I rather like it."

  Wolfenden resigned himself to the inevitable. He took the reins, andthey rattled off towards Deringham. About half-way there, they saw alittle black figure away on the cliff path to the right.

  "It is Mr. Blatherwick," Wolfenden said, pointing with his whip. "Poorlittle chap! I wish you'd leave him alone, Blanche!"

  "On one condition," she said, smiling up at him, "I will!"

  "It is granted already," he declared.

  "That you let me drive for just a mile!"

  He handed her the reins at once, and changed seats. From the moment shetook them, he could see that she was an accomplished whip. He leanedback and lit a cigarette.

  "Blatherwick's salvation," he remarked, "has been easily purchased."

  She smiled rather curiously, but did not reply. A hired carriage wascoming towards them, and her eyes were fixed upon it. In a moment theyswept past, and Wolfenden was conscious of a most unpleasant sensation.It was Helene, whose dark eyes were glancing from the girl to him incold surprise; and Mr. Sabin, who was leaning back by her side wrappedin a huge fur coat. Blanche looked down at him innocently.

  "Fancy meeting them," she remarked, touching Hector with the whip. "Itdoes not matter, does it? You look dreadfully cross!"

  Wolfenden muttered some indefinite reply and threw his cigarettesavagely into the road. After all he was not so sure that Mr.Blatherwick's salvation had been cheaply won!