IN WHICH GEOFFREY RAVENSLEE OBTAINS HIS OBJECT
MRS. Trapes glanced sadly around her cosy housekeeper’s room and sighed regretfully; she was alone, and upon the table ready to hand lay her neat bonnet, her umbrella, and a pair of white cotton gloves, beholding which articles her lips set more resolutely, her bony arms folded themselves more tightly, and she nodded in grim determination.
“The labourer is worthy of his hire!” she sighed, apparently addressing the bonnet, “but, if so be the labourer ain’t worthy, why then, the sooner he quits –”
A sound of quick, light feet upon the stair and a voice that laughed gaily, a laugh so full of happiness that even Mrs. Trapes’s iron features relaxed, and her grim mouth curved in her rare smile. At that moment the door opened and Hermione appeared, a radiant Hermione who clasped Mrs. Trapes in her arms and tangled her up in her long motor veil and laughed again.
“Oh, Ann, such a day!” she exclaimed, laying aside her long dust-coat. “New York is a paradise – when you’re rich! No more bargain days and clawing matches over the remnant counter, Ann! Oh, it’s wonderful to be able to buy anything I want – anything! Think of it, Ann, isn’t it just a dream of joy? And I’ve shopped and shopped, and he was so dear and patient! I bought Arthur a complete outfit –”
“Arthur!” said Mrs. Trapes, and groaned.
“And you, Ann, you dear thing, I bought you – guess what? But you never could! I bought you a gold watch, the very best I could find, and he bought you a chain for it, a long one to go around your dear neck, set with diamonds and rubies, I mean the chain is – it’s the cutest thing, Ann! You remember you used to dream of a gold chain set with real diamonds, some day? Well, ‘some day’s’ to-day, Ann.”
“But – oh, Hermy, I – I –”
“He wants to give it you himself, because he says you’re the best friend he ever had and – oh, here he is! You did say so, didn’t you, Geoffrey?”
“And I surely mean it!” answered Ravenslee, tossing his driving gauntlets into a chair, “though you certainly threw cold water upon my peanut barrow, didn’t you, Mrs. Trapes?”
“Oh, Geoffrey, dear, do give her that precious package; I’m dying to see her open it!”
So Ravenslee drew the jeweller’s neat parcel from his pocket and put it into Mrs. Trapes’s toil-worn hand. For a moment her bony fingers clutched it, then she sighed tremulously and, placing it on the table, rose and stood staring down at it. When at last she spoke, her voice was harsher than usual.
“Hermy, dear – I mean Mrs. Ravenslee, ma’am, I – can’t – take ’em!”
“But, dear – why not?”
“Because they ’re coals o’ fire.”
“But you must take them, dear; we bought them for you and –”
“Which jools, ma’am, I can in no wise accept.”
“Why, Ann, dear, whatever –”
“Which jools, ma’am, having been a dream, must for me so remain, me not bein’ faithful in my dooties to you an’ Mr. Geoffrey. Consequently I begs to tender you now my resignation, yieldin’ up my post in your service to one better worthy, and returnin’ t’ th’ place wherefrom I come.”
Here Mrs. Trapes put on her bonnet, setting it a little askew in her agitation.
“Th’ labourer is worthy of his hire, but if he ain’t – so be it!”
Here Mrs. Trapes tied her bonnet strings so tightly and with such resolute hands that she choked.
“Why, Ann dear,” cried Hermione, “whatever do you mean? As if I could bear to part with you!” Here she untied the bonnet strings. “As if I could ever let you go back to Mulligan’s!” Here she took off the bonnet. “As if I could ever forget all your tender love and care for me in the days when things were so hard and so very dark!” Here she tossed the bonnet into a corner.
“My land!” sighed Mrs. Trapes, “me best bonnet –”
“I know, Ann. I made it for you over a year ago, and it’s time you had another, anyway! Now, open that parcel – this minute!”
But instead of doing so, Mrs. Trapes sank down in the chair beside the table and bowed her head in her hands.
“Hermy,” said she, “oh, my lamb, he’s gone! You left Arthur in my care an’ – he’s gone, an’ it’s my fault. Went away at five o’clock, an’ here it is nigh on to ten – an’ him sick! God knows I’ve searched for him – tramped to th’ ferry an’ back, an’ th’ footmen they ’ve looked for him an’ so have th’ maids – but Arthur ’s gone – an’ it’s my fault! So, Hermy – my dear – blame me an’ let me go –”
The harsh voice broke and, bowing her head, she sat silent, touching the unopened packet of jewellery with one long, bony finger.
“Why, Ann – dear Ann – you’re crying!” Hermione was down on her knees, had clasped that long bony figure in her arms. “You mustn’t, Ann, you mustn’t. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, so don’t grieve, dear – there!” And she had drawn the disconsolate grey head down upon her shoulder and pillowed it there.
“But – oh, Hermy, he’s gone! An’ you told me to – look after him.”
“Ann, if Arthur meant to go, I’m sure you couldn’t have prevented him; he isn’t a child any longer, dear. There, be comforted – we’ll hunt for him in the car – won’t we, Geoffrey?”
“Of course,” nodded Ravenslee, “I’ll ’phone the garage right away.”
But as he opened the door he came face to face with Joe, who touched an eyebrow and jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
“S’cuse me, sir,” said he, “but it’s that Old Un, covered wi’ dust ’e is, sir, an’ wants a word wi’ you. And, sir, ’e ’s that mysterious as never was. Shall I let him come in, sir?”
“You try an’ keep me out, my lad, that’s all!” panted the Old Un, ducking under Joe’s great arm, “I’m better man nor ever you’ll be!”
So saying, the Old Un hobbled forward and, sinking into the nearest armchair, fanned himself with his hat, which, like the rest of his garments, bore the dust of travel.
“Greetin’s, Guv!” said he, when he had caught his breath. “’Ere I be – a old man as ’as done more for ye than all th’ young ’uns put t’gether. Mrs. Ravenslee, ma’am, best respex!”
“And what have you been doing now?” enquired Ravenslee, smiling.
“Well, Guv, I been an’ got th’ murderer for ye, that’s all!”
Hermione caught her breath suddenly and gazed at the fierce, dusty old man with eyes full of growing terror; beholding which Ravenslee frowned, then laughed lightly and, seating himself on a corner of the table, swung his leg to and fro.
“So you’ve found him out, have you, Old Un?”