CHAPTER XX
LAVERICK IS CROSS-EXAMINED
One by one the young ladies of the chorus came out from thestage-door of the Universal, in most cases to be assisted into awaiting hansom or taxicab by an attendant cavalier. Laverick stoodback in the shadows as much as possible, smiling now and then tohimself at this, to him, somewhat novel way of spending the evening.Zoe was among the last to appear. She came up to him with adelightful little gesture of pleasure, and took his arm as a matterof course as he led her across to the waiting cab.
"This sort of thing is making me feel absurdly young," he declared."Luigi's for supper, I suppose?"
"Supper!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "Delightful! Twonights following, too! I did love last night."
"We had better engage a table at Luigi's permanently," he remarked.
"If only you meant it!" she sighed.
He laughed at her, but he was thoughtful for a few minutes.Afterwards, when they sat at a small round table in the somewhatBohemian restaurant which was the fashionable rendezvous of themoment for ladies of the theatrical profession, he asked her aquestion.
"Tell me what you meant in your note," he begged. "You said thatyou had some information for me.
"I'm afraid it wasn't anything very much," she admitted. "I foundout to-day that some one had been inquiring at the stage-door aboutme, and whether I was connected in any way with a Mr. ArthurMorrison, the stockbroker."
"Do you know who it was?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"The man left no name at all. I tried to get the doorkeeper to tellme about him, but he's such a surly old fellow, and he's so used tothat sort of thing, that he pretended he didn't remember anything."
"It seems odd," he remarked thoughtfully, "that any one should havefound you out. You were so seldom with Morrison. I dare say," headded, "it was just some one to whom your brother owes some smallsum of money."
"Very likely," she answered. "But I was going to tell you. He cameagain to-night while the performance was on, and sent a note round.I have brought it for you to see."
The note--it was really little more than a message--was writtenon the back of a programme and enclosed in an envelope evidentlyborrowed from the box-office. It read as follows:
DEAR MISS LENEVEU,
I believe that Mr. Arthur Morrison is a connection of yours, and Iam venturing to introduce myself to you as a friend of his. Couldyou spare me half-an-hour of your company after the performance ofthis evening? If you could honor me so much, you might perhapsallow me to give you some supper.
Sincerely, PHILIP E. MILES.
Laverick felt an absurd pang of jealousy as he handed back theprogramme.
"I should say," he declared, "that this was simply some young manwho was trying to scrape an acquaintance with you because he wasor had been a friend of Morrison's."
"In that case," answered Zoe, "he is very soon forgotten."
She tore the programme into two pieces, and Laverick was consciousof a ridiculous feeling of pleasure at her indifference.
"If you hear anything more about him," he said, "you might let meknow. You are a brave young lady to dismiss your admirers sosummarily."
"Perhaps I am quite satisfied with one," laughing softly.
Laverick told himself that at his age he was behaving like an idiot,nevertheless his eyes across the table expressed his appreciationof her speech.
"Tell me something about yourself, Mr. Laverick," she begged.
"For instance?"
"First of all, then, how old are you?"
He made a grimace.
"Thirty-eight--thirty-nine my next birthday. Doesn't that seemgrandfatherly to you?"
"You must not be absurd!" she exclaimed. "It is not evenmiddle-aged. Now tell me--how do you spend your time generally?Do you really mean that you go and play cards at your club mostevenings?"
"I have a good many friends, and I dine out quite a great deal."
"You have no sisters?"
"I have no relatives at all in London," he explained.
"It is to be a real cross-examination," she warned him.
"I am quite content," he answered. "Go ahead, but remember, though,that I am a very dull person."
"You look so young for your years," she declared. "I wonder, haveyou ever been in love?"
He laughed heartily.
"About a dozen times, I suppose. Why? Do I seem to you like amisanthrope?"
"I don't know," she admitted, hesitatingly. "You don't seem to meas though you cared to make friends very easily. I just felt Iwanted to ask you. Have you ever been engaged?"
"Never," he assured her.
"And when was the last time," she asked, "that you felt you cared alittle for any one?"
"It dates from the day before yesterday," he declared, filling herglass.
She laughed at him.
"Of course, it is nonsense to talk to you like this!" she said."You are quite right to make fun of me."
"On the contrary," he insisted. "I am very much in earnest."
"Very well, then," she answered, "if you are in earnest you shallbe in love with me. You shall take me about, give me supper everynight, send me some sweets and cigarettes to the theatre--oh, andthere are heaps of things you ought to do if you really mean it!"she wound up.
"If those things mean being fond of you," he answered, "I'll proveit with pleasure. Sweets, cigarettes, suppers, taxicabs at thestage-door."
"It all sounds very terrible," she sighed. "It's a horrid littlelife."
"Yet I suppose you enjoy it?" he remarked tentatively.
"I hate it, but I must do something. I could not live on charity.If I knew any other way I could make money, I would rather, butthere is no other way. I tried once to give music lessons. I hada few pupils, but they never paid--they never do pay.
"I wish I could think of something," Laverick said thoughtfully."Of course, it is occupation you want. So far as regards themonetary part of it, I still owe your brother a great deal--"
She shook her head, interrupting him with a quick little gesture.
"No, no!" she declared. "I have never complained about Arthur.Sometimes he made me suffer, because I know that he was ashamed ofhaving a relative in the chorus, but I am quite sure that I do notwish to take any of his money--or of anybody else's," she added."I want always to earn my own living."
"For such a child," he remarked, smiling, "you are wonderfullyindependent."
"Why not?" she answered softly. "It is years since I had any oneto do very much for me. Necessity teaches us a good many things.Oh, I was helpless enough when it began!" she added, with a littlesigh. "I got over it. We all do. Tell me--who is that woman,and why does she stare so at you?"
Laverick looked across the room. Louise and Bellamy were sittingat the opposite table. The former was strikingly handsome and verywonderfully dressed. Her closely-clinging gown, cut slightly openin front, displayed her marvelous figure. She wore long pearlearrings, and a hat with white feathers which drooped over her fairhair. Laverick recognized her at once.
"It is Mademoiselle Idiale," he said, "the most wonderful sopranoin the world."
"Why does she look so at you?" Zoe asked.
Laverick shook his head.
"I do not know her," he said. "I know who she is, of course,--everyone does. She is a Servian, and they say that she is devoted to hercountry. She left Vienna at a moment's notice, only a few days ago,and they say that it was because she had sworn never to sing againbefore the enemies of her country. She had been engaged a long timeto appear at Covent Garden, but no one believed that she would reallycome. She breaks her engagements just when she chooses. In fact,she is a very wonderful person altogether."
"I never saw such pearls in my life," Zoe whispered. "And howlovely she is! I do not understand, though, why she is sointerested in you."
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It certainly seemed probable. Even at that moment she touchedher escort upon the arm, and he distinctly looked across atLaverick. It was obvious that he was the subject of herconversation.
"I know the man," Laverick said. "He was at Harrow with me, and Ihave played cricket with him since. But I have certainly never metMademoiselle Idiale. One does not forget that sort of person."
"Her figure is magnificent," Zoe murmured wistfully. "Do you liketall women very much, Mr. Laverick?"
"I adore them," he answered, smiling, "but I prefer small ones."
"We are very foolish people, you and I," she laughed. "We cametogether so strangely and yet we talk such frivolous nonsense."
"You are making me young again," he declared.
"Oh, you are quite young enough!" she assured him. "To tell youthe truth, I am jealous. Mademoiselle Idiale looks at you all thetime. Look at her now. Is she not beautiful?"
There was no doubt about her beauty, but those who were criticisingher--and she was by far the most interesting person in the room--thoughther a little sad. Though Bellamy was doing his utmost tobe entertaining, her eyes seemed to travel every now and then overhis head and out of the room. Wherever her thoughts were, one couldbe very sure that they were not fixed upon the subject underdiscussion.
"She is like that when she sings," Laverick remarked. "She has noneof the vivacity of the Frenchwomen. Yet there was never anythingso graceful in the world as the way she moves about the stage."
"If I were a man," Zoe sighed, "that is the sort of woman I woulddie for."
"If you were a man," he replied, "you would probably find some onewhom you preferred to live for. Do you know, you are rather amorbid sort of person, Miss Zoe?"
"Ah, I like that!" she declared. "I will not be called Miss Leneveuany more by you. You must call me Miss Zoe, please,--Zoe, if youlike."
"Zoe, by all means. Under the circumstances, I think it is onlyfitting."
His eyes wandered across the room again.
"Ah!" she cried softly, "you, too, are coming under the spell, then.I was reading about her only the other day. They say that so manymen fall in love with her--so many men to whom she gives noencouragement at all."
Laverick looked into his companion's face.
"Come," he said, "my heart is not so easily won. I can assure youthat I never aspire to so mighty a personage as a Covent Garden star.Don't you know that she gets a salary of five hundred pounds a week,and wears ropes of pearls which would represent ten times my entireincome? Heaven alone knows what her gowns cost!"
"After all, though," murmured Zoe, "she is a woman. See, yourfriend is coming to speak to you."
Bellamy was indeed crossing the room. He nodded to Laverick andbowed to his companion.
"Forgive my intruding, Laverick," he said. "You do remember me, Ihope? Bellamy, you know."
"I remember you quite well. We used to play together at Lord's,even after we left school."
Bellamy smiled.
"That is so," he answered. "I see by the papers that you have keptup your cricket. Mine, alas! has had to go. I have been too muchof a rolling stone lately. Do you know that I have come to ask youa favor?"
"Go ahead," Laverick interposed.
"Mademoiselle Idiale has a fancy to meet you," Bellamy explained."You know, or I dare say you have heard, what a creature of whimsshe is. If you won't come across and be introduced like a goodfellow, she probably won't speak a word all through supper-time,go off in a huff, and my evening will be spoiled."
Laverick laughed heartily. A little smile played at the corner ofZoe's lips--nevertheless, she was looking slightly anxious.
"Under those circumstances," remarked Laverick, "perhaps I hadbetter go. You will understand," he added, with a glance at Zoe,"that I cannot stay for more than a second."
"Naturally," Bellamy answered. "If Mademoiselle really has anythingto say to you, I will, if I am permitted, return for a moment."
Laverick introduced him to Zoe.
"I am sure I have seen you at the Universal," he declared. "You'rein the front row, aren't you? I have seen you in that clever littlestep-dance and song in the second act."
She nodded, evidently pleased.
"Does it seem clever to you?" she asked wistfully. "You see, weare all so tired of it."
"I think it is ripping," Bellamy declared. "I shall have thepleasure again directly," he added, with a bow.
The two men crossed the room.
"What the dickens does Mademoiselle Idiale want with me?" Laverickdemanded. "Does she know that I am a poor stockbroker, strugglingagainst hard times?"
Bellamy shrugged his shoulders.
"She isn't the sort to care who or what you are," he answered. "Andas for the rest, I suppose she could buy any of us up if she wantedto. Her interest in you is rather a curious one. No time to explainit now. She'll tell you."
Louise smiled as he paused before her. She was certainly exquisitelybeautiful. Her dress, her carriage, her delicate hands, even hervoice, were all perfection. She gave him the tips of her fingers asBellamy pronounced his name.
"It is so kind of you," she said, "to come and speak to me. Andindeed you will laugh when I tell you why I thought that I wouldlike to say one word with you."
Laverick bowed.
"I am thankful, Mademoiselle," he replied, "for anything whichprocures me such a pleasure."
She smiled.
"Ah! you, too, are gallant," she said. "But indeed, then, I fearyou will not be flattered when I tell you why I was so interested.I read all your newspapers. I read of that terrible murder inCrooked Friars' Alley only a few days ago,--is not that how youcall the place?"
Laverick was suddenly grave. What was this that was coming?
"One of the reports," she continued, "says that the man was aforeigner. The maker's name upon his clothes was Austrian. I,too, come from that part of Europe--if not from Austria, from acountry very near--and I am always interested in my country-people.A few moments ago I asked my friend Mr. Bellamy, 'Where is thisCrooked Friars' Alley?' Just then he bowed to you, and he answeredme, 'It is in the city. It is within a yard or two of the officesof the gentleman to whom I just have said good-evening.' So Ilooked across at you and I thought that it was strange."
Laverick scarcely knew what to say.
"It was a terrible affair," he admitted, "and, as Mr. Bellamy hastold you, it occurred within a few steps of my office. So far, too,the police seem completely at a loss."
"Ah!" she went on, shaking her head, "your police, I am afraid theyare not very clever. It is too bad, but I am afraid that it is so.Tell me, Mr. Laverick, is this, then, a very lonely spot where youroffices are?"
"Not at all," Laverick replied. "On the contrary, in the daytimeit might be called the heart of the city--of the money-making partof the city, at any rate. Only this thing, you see, seems to havetaken place very late at night."
"When all the offices were closed," she remarked.
"Most of them," Laverick answered. "Mine, as it happened, was openlate that night. I passed the spot within half-an-hour or so ofthe time when the murder must have been committed."
"But that is terrible!" she declared, shaking her head. "Tell me,Mr. Laverick, if I drive to your office some morning you will showme this place,--yes?"
"If you are in earnest, Mademoiselle, I will certainly do so, butthere is nothing there. It is just a passage."
"You give me your address," she insisted, "and I think that I willcome. You are a stockbroker, Mr. Bellamy tells me. Well, sometimesI have a good deal of money to invest. I come to you and you willgive me your advice. So! You have a card!"
Laverick found one and scribbled his city address upon it. Shethanked him and once more held out the tips of her fingers.
"So I shall see you again some day, Mr. Laverick."
He bowed and recrossed the room. Bellamy was standing talkin
g toZoe.
"Well," he asked, as Laverick returned, "are you, too, going tothrow yourself beneath the car?"
Laverick shook his head.
"I do not think so," he answered. "Our acquaintance promises to bea business one. Mademoiselle spoke of investing some money thoughme."
Bellamy laughed.
"Then you have kept your heart," he remarked. "Ah, well, you haveevery reason!"
He bowed to Zoe, nodded to Laverick, and returned to his place.Laverick looked after him a little compassionately.
"Poor fellow," he said.
"Who is he?"
"He has some sort of a Government appointment," Laverick answered."They say he is hopelessly in love with Mademoiselle Idiale."
"Why not?" Zoe exclaimed. "He is nice. She must care for someone. Why do you pity him?"
"They say, too, that she has no more heart than a stone," Laverickcontinued, "and that never a man has had even a kind word from her.She is very patriotic, and all the thoughts and love she has tospare from herself are given to her country."
Zoe shuddered.
"Ah!" she murmured, "I do not like to think of heartless women.Perhaps she is not so cruel, after all. To me she seems only very,very sad. Tell me, Mr. Laverick, why did she send for you?"
"I imagine," said he, "that it was a whim. It must have been awhim."
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