Jeanne of the Marshes E-Book

E. Phillips Oppenheim

• Herausgeber: Ktoczyta.pl
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

The Princess opened her eyes at the sound of her maid’s approach. She turned her head impatiently toward the door. „Annette,” she said coldly, „did you misunderstand me? Did I not say that I was on no account to be disturbed this afternoon? „ Annette was the picture of despair. Eyebrows and hands betrayed alike both her agitation of mind and her nationality.

Leseprobe

Contents

BOOK I

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER XX

CHAPTER XXI

BOOK II

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER XX

BOOK I

CHAPTER I

The Princess opened her eyes at the sound of her maid’s approach. She turned her head impatiently toward the door.

“Annette,” she said coldly, “did you misunderstand me? Did I not say that I was on no account to be disturbed this afternoon?”

Annette was the picture of despair. Eyebrows and hands betrayed alike both her agitation of mind and her nationality.

“Madame,” she said, “did I not say so to monsieur? I begged him to call again. I told him that madame was lying down with a bad headache, and that it was as much as my place was worth to disturb her. What did he answer? Only this. That it would be as much as my place was worth if I did not come up and tell you that he was here to see you on a very urgent matter. Indeed, madame, he was very, very impatient with me.”

“Of whom are you talking?” the Princess asked.

“But of Major Forrest, madame,” Annette declared. “It is he who waits below.”

The Princess closed her eyes for a moment and then slowly opened them. She stretched out her hand, and from a table by her side took up a small gilt mirror.

“Turn on the lights, Annette,” she commanded.

The maid illuminated the darkened room. The Princess gazed at herself in the mirror, and reaching out again took a small powder-puff from its case and gently dabbed her face. Then she laid both mirror and powder-puff back in their places.

“You will tell monsieur,” she said, “that I am very unwell indeed, but that since he is here and his business is urgent I will see him. Turn out the lights, Annette. I am not fit to be seen. And move my couch a little, so.”

“Madame is only a little pale,” the maid said reassuringly. “That makes nothing. These Englishwomen have all too much colour. I go to tell monsieur.”

She disappeared, and the Princess lay still upon her couch, thinking. Soon she heard steps outside, and with a little sigh she turned her head toward the door. The man who entered was tall, and of the ordinary type of well-born Englishmen. He was carefully dressed, and his somewhat scanty hair was arranged to the best advantage. His features were hard and lifeless. His eyes were just a shade too close together. The maid ushered him in and withdrew at once.

“Come and sit by my side, Nigel, if you want to talk to me,” the Princess said. “Walk softly, please. I really have a headache.”

“No wonder, in this close room,” the man muttered, a little ungraciously. “It smells as though you had been burning incense here.”

“It suits me,” the Princess answered calmly, “and it happens to be my room. Bring that chair up here and say what you have to say.”

The man obeyed in silence. When he had made himself quite comfortable, he raised her hand, the one which was nearest to him, to his lips, and afterwards retained it in his own.

“Forgive me if I seem unsympathetic, Ena,” he said. “The fact is, everything has been getting on my nerves for the last few days, and my luck seems dead out.”

She looked at him curiously. She was past middle age, and her face showed signs of the wear and tear of life. But she still had fine eyes, and the rejuvenating arts of Bond Street had done their best for her.

“What is the matter, Nigel?” she asked. “Have the cards been going against you?”

He frowned and hesitated for a moment before replying.

“Ena,” he said, “between us two there is an ancient bargain, and that is that we should tell the truth to one another. I will tell you what it is that is worrying me most. I have suspected it for some time, but this afternoon it was absolutely obvious. There is a sort of feeling at the club. I can’t exactly describe it, but I am conscious of it directly I come into the room. For several days I have scarcely been able to get a rubber. This afternoon, when I cut in with Harewood and Mildmay and another fellow, two of them made some sort of an excuse and went off. I pretended not to notice it, of course, but there it was. The thing was apparent, and it is the very devil!”

Again she looked at him closely.

“There is nothing tangible?” she asked. “No complaint, or scandal, or anything of that sort?”

He rejected the suggestion with scorn.

“No!” he said. “I am not such an idiot as that. All the same there is the feeling. They don’t care to play bridge with me. There is only young Engleton who takes my part, and so far as playing bridge for money is concerned, he would be worth the whole lot put together if only I could get him away from them–make up a little party somewhere, and have him to myself for a week or two.”

The Princess was thoughtful.

“To go abroad at this time of the year,” she remarked, “is almost impossible. Besides, you have only just come back.”

“Absolutely impossible,” he answered. “Besides, I shouldn’t care to do it just now. It looks like running away. A week or so ago you were talking of taking a villa down the river. I wondered whether you had thought any more of it.”

The Princess shook her head.

“I dare not,” she answered. “I have gone already further than I meant to. This house and the servants and carriages are costing me a small fortune. I dare not even look at my bills. Another house is not to be thought of.”

Major Forrest looked gloomily at the shining tip of his patent boot.

“It’s jolly hard luck,” he muttered. “A quiet place somewhere in the country, with Engleton and you and myself, and another one or two, and I should be able to pull through. As it is, I feel inclined to chuck it all.”

The Princess looked at him curiously. He was certainly more than ordinarily pale, and the hand which rested upon the side of his chair was twitching a little nervously.

“My dear Nigel,” she said, “do go to the chiffonier there and help yourself to a drink. I hate to see you white to the lips, and trembling as though death itself were at your elbow. Borrow a little false courage, if you lack the real thing.”

The man obeyed her suggestion with scarcely a protest.

“I had hoped, Ena,” he remarked a little peevishly, “to have found you more sympathetic.”

“You are so sorry for yourself,” she answered, “that you seem scarcely to need my sympathy. However, sit down and talk to me reasonably.”

“I talk reasonably enough,” he answered, “but I really am hard up against it. Don’t think I have come begging. I know you’ve done all you can, and it’s a matter with me now of more than a few hundreds. My only hope is Engleton. Can’t you suggest anything?”

The Princess rested her head slightly upon the long slender fingers of her right hand. Bond Street had taken care of her complexion, but the veins in her hand were blue, and art had no means of concealing a certain sharpness of features and the thin lines about the eyes, nameless suggestions of middle age. Yet she was still a handsome woman. She knew how to dress, and how to make the best of herself. She had the foreigner’s instinct for clothes, and her figure was still irreproachable. She sat and looked with a sort of calculating interest at the man who for years had come as near touching her heart as any of his sex. Curiously enough she knew that this new aspect in which he now presented himself, this incipient cowardice–the first-fruits of weakening nerves–did not and could not affect her feelings for him. She saw him now almost for the first time with the mask dropped, no longer cold, cynical and calculating, but a man moved to his shallow depths by what might well seem to him, a dweller in the narrow ways of life, as a tragedy. It looked at her out of his grey eyes. It showed itself in the twitching of his lips. For many years he had lived upon a little less than nothing a year. Now for the first time his means of livelihood were threatened. His long-suffering acquaintances had left him alone at the card-table.

“You disappoint me, Nigel,” she said. “I hate to see a man weaken. There is nothing against you. Don’t act as though there could be. As to this little house-party you were speaking of, I only wish I could think of something to help you. By the by, what are you doing to-night?”

“Nothing,” he answered, “except that Engleton is expecting me to dine with him.”

“I have an idea,” the Princess said slowly. “It may not come to anything, but it is worth trying. Have you met my new admirer, Mr. Cecil de la Borne?”

Forrest shook his head.

“Do you mean a dandified-looking boy whom you were driving with in the Park yesterday?”

The Princess nodded.

“We met him a week or so ago,” she answered, “and he has been very attentive. He has a country place down in Norfolk, which from his description is, I should think, like a castle in Hermitland. Jeanne and I are dining with him to-night at the Savoy. You and Engleton must come, too. I can arrange it. It is just possible that we may be able to manage something. He told me yesterday that he was going back to Norfolk very soon. I fancy that he has a brother who keeps rather a strict watch over him, and he is not allowed to stay up in town very long at a time.”

“I know the name,” Forrest remarked. “They are a very old Roman Catholic family. We’ll come and dine, if you say that you can arrange it. But I don’t see how we can all hope to get an invitation out of him on such a short acquaintance.”

The Princess was looking thoughtful.

“Leave it to me,” she said. “I have an idea. Be at the Savoy at a quarter past eight, and bring Lord Ronald.”

Forrest took up his hat. He looked at the Princess with something very much like admiration in his face. For years he had dominated this woman. To-day, for the first time, she had had the upper hand.

“We will be there all right,” he said. “Engleton will only be too glad to be where Jeanne is. I suppose young De la Borne is the same way.”

The Princess sighed.

“Every one,” she remarked, “is so shockingly mercenary!”

CHAPTER II

The Princess helped herself to a salted almond and took her first sip of champagne. The almonds were crisp and the champagne dry. She was wearing a new and most successful dinner-gown of black velvet, and she was quite sure that in the subdued light no one could tell that the pearls in the collar around her neck were imitation. Her afternoon’s indisposition was quite forgotten. She nodded at her host approvingly.

“Cecil,” she said, “it is really very good of you to take in my two friends like this. Major Forrest has just arrived from Ostend, and I was very anxious to hear about the people I know there, and the frocks, and all the rest of it. Lord Ronald always amuses me, too. I suppose most people would call him foolish, but to me he only seems very, very young.”

The young man who was host raised his glass and bowed towards the Princess.

“I can assure you,” he said, “that it has given me a great deal of pleasure to make the acquaintance of Major Forrest and Lord Ronald, but it has given me more pleasure still to be able to do anything for you. You know that.”

She looked at him quickly, and down at her plate. Such glances had become almost a habit with her, but they were still effectual. Cecil de la Borne leaned across towards Forrest.

“I hear that you have been to Ostend lately, Major Forrest,” he said. “I thought of going over myself a little later in the season for a few days.”

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Forrest answered. “It is overrun just now with the wrong sort of people. There is nothing to do but gamble, which doesn’t interest me particularly; or dress in a ridiculous costume and paddle about in a few feet of water, which appeals to me even less.”

“You were there a little early in the season,” the Princess reminded him.

Major Forrest assented.

“A little later,” he admitted, “it may be tolerable. On the whole, however, I was disappointed.”

Lord Ronald spoke for the first time. He was very thin, very long, and very tall. He wore a somewhat unusually high collar, but he was very carefully, not to say exactly, dressed. His studs and links and waistcoat buttons were obviously fresh from the Rue de la Paix. The set of his tie was perfection. His features were not unintelligent, but his mouth was weak.

“One thing I noticed about Ostend,” he remarked, “they charge you a frightful price for everything. We never got a glass of champagne there like this.”

“I am glad you like it,” their host said. “From what you say I don’t imagine that I should care for Ostend. I am not rich enough to gamble, and as I have lived by the sea all my days, bathing does not attract me particularly. I think I shall stay at home.”

“By the by, where is your home, Mr. De la Borne?” the Princess asked. “You told me once, but I have forgotten. Some of your English names are so queer that I cannot even pronounce them, much more remember them.”

“I live in a very small village in Norfolk, called Salthouse,” Cecil de la Borne answered. “It is quite close to a small market-town called Wells, if you know where that is. I don’t suppose you do, though,” he added. “It is an out-of-the-way corner of the world.”

The Princess shook her head.

“I never heard of it,” she said. “I am going to motor through Norfolk soon, though, and I think that I shall call upon you.”

Cecil de la Borne looked up eagerly.

“I wish you would,” he begged, “and bring your step-daughter. You can’t imagine,” he added, with a glance at the girl who was sitting at his left hand, “how much pleasure it would give me. The roads are really not bad, and every one admits that the country is delightful.”

“You had better be careful,” the Princess said, “or we may take you at your word. I warn you, though, that it would be a regular invasion. Major Forrest and Lord Ronald are talking about coming with us.”

“It’s just an idea,” Forrest remarked carelessly. “I wouldn’t mind it myself, but I don’t fancy we should get Engleton away from town before Goodwood.”

“Well, I like that,” Engleton remarked. “Forrest’s a lot keener on these social functions than I am. As a matter of fact I am for the tour, on one condition.”

“And that?” the Princess asked.

“That you come in my car,” Lord Ronald answered. “I haven’t really had a chance to try it yet, but it’s a sixty horse Mercedes, and it’s fitted up for touring. Take the lot of us easy, luggage and everything.”

“I think it would be perfectly delightful,” the Princess declared. “Do you really mean it?”

“Of course I do,” Lord Ronald answered. “It’s too hot for town, and I’m rather great on rusticating, myself.”

“I think this is charming,” the Princess declared. “Here we have one of our friends with a car and another with a house. But seriously, Cecil, we mustn’t think of coming to you. There would be too many of us.”

“The more the better,” Cecil said eagerly. “If you really want to attempt anything in the shape of a rest-cure, I can recommend my home thoroughly. I am afraid,” he added, with a shrug of the shoulders, “that I cannot recommend it for anything else.”

“A rest,” the Princess declared, “is exactly what we want. Life here is becoming altogether too strenuous. We started the season a little early. I am perfectly certain that we could not possibly last till the end. Until I arrived in London with an heiress under my charge, I had no idea that I was such a popular person.”

The girl who was sitting on the other side of their host spoke almost for the first time. She was evidently quite young, and her pale cheeks, dark full eyes, and occasional gestures, indicated clearly enough something foreign in her nationality. She addressed no one in particular, but she looked toward Forrest.

“That is one of the things,” she said, “which puzzles me. I do not understand it at all. It seems as though every one is liked or disliked, here in London at any rate, according to the amount of money they have.”

“Upon my word, Miss Jeanne, it isn’t so with every one,” Lord Ronald interposed hastily.

She glanced at him indifferently.

“There may be exceptions,” she said. “I am speaking of the great number.”

“For Heaven’s sake, child, don’t be cynical!” the Princess remarked. “There is no worse pose for a child of your age.”

“It is not a pose at all,” Jeanne answered calmly. “I do not want to be cynical, and I do not want to have unkind thoughts. But tell me, Lord Ronald, honestly, do you think that every one would have been as kind to a girl just out of boarding-school as they have been to me if it were not that I have so much money?”

“I cannot tell about others,” Lord Ronald answered. “I can only answer for myself.”

His last words were almost whispered in the girl’s ears, but she only shrugged her shoulders and did not return his gaze. Their host, who had been watching them, frowned slightly. He was beginning to think that Engleton was scarcely as pleasant a fellow as he had thought him.

“Well,” he said, “Miss Le Mesurier will find out in time who are really her friends.”

“It is a safe plan,” Major Forrest remarked, “and a pleasant one, to believe in everybody until they want something from you. Then is the time for distrust.”

Jeanne sighed.

“And by that time, perhaps,” she said, “one’s affections are hopelessly engaged. I think that it is a very difficult world.”

The Princess shrugged her shoulders.

“Three months,” she remarked, “is not a long time. Wait, my dear child, until you have at least lived through a single season before you commit yourself to any final opinions.”

Their host intervened. He was beginning to find the conversation dull. He was far more interested in another matter.

“Let us talk about that visit,” he said to the Princess. “I do wish that you could make up your mind to come. Of course, I haven’t any amusements to offer you, but you could rest as thoroughly as you like. They say that the air is the finest in England. There is always bridge, you know, for the evenings, and if Miss Jeanne likes bathing, my gardens go down to the beach.”

“It sounds delightful,” the Princess said, “and exactly what we want. We have a good many invitations, but I have not cared to accept any of them, for I do not think that Jeanne would care much for the life at an ordinary country house. I myself,” she continued, with perfect truth, “am not squeamish, but the last house-party I was at was certainly not the place for a very young girl.”

“Make up your mind, then, and say yes,” Cecil de la Borne pleaded.

“You shall hear from us within the next few days,” the Princess answered. “I really believe that we shall come.”

The little party left the restaurant a few minutes later on their way into the foyer for coffee. The Princess contrived to pass out with Forrest as her companion.

“I think,” she said under her breath, “that this is the best opportunity you could possibly have. We shall be quite alone down there, and perhaps it would be as well that you were out of London for a few weeks. If it does not come to anything we can easily make an excuse to get away.”

Forrest nodded.

“But who is this young man, De la Borne?” he asked. “I don’t mean that. I know who he is, of course, but why should he invite perfect strangers to stay with him?”

The Princess smiled faintly.

“Can’t you see,” she answered, “that he is simply a silly boy? He is only twenty-four years old, and I think that he cannot have seen much of the world. He told me that he had just been abroad for the first time. He fancies that he is a little in love with me, and he is dazzled, of course, by the idea of Jeanne’s fortune. He wants to play the host to us. Let him. I should be glad enough to get away for a few weeks, if only to escape from these pestering letters. I do think that one’s tradespeople might let one alone until the end of the season.”

Forrest, who was feeling a good deal braver since dinner, on the whole favoured the idea.

“I do not see,” he remarked, “why it should not work out very well indeed. There will be nothing to do in the evenings except to play bridge, and no one to interfere.”

“Besides which,” the Princess remarked, “you will be out of London for a few weeks, and I dare say that if you keep away from the clubs for a time and lose a few rubbers when you get back your little trouble may blow over.”

“I suppose,” Forrest remarked thoughtfully, “this young De la Borne has no people living with him, guardians, or that sort of thing?”

“No one of any account,” the Princess answered. “His father and mother are both dead. I am afraid, though, he will not be of any use to you, for from what I can hear he is quite poor. However, Engleton ought to be quite enough if we can keep him in the humour for playing.”

“Ask him a few more questions about the place,” Forrest said. “If it seems all right, I should like to start as soon as possible.”

They had their coffee at a little table in the foyer, which was already crowded with people. Their conversation was often interrupted by the salutations of passing acquaintances. Jeanne alone looked about her with any interest. To the others, this sort of thing–the music of the red-coated band, the flowers, and the passing throngs of people, the handsomest and the weariest crowd in the world–were only part of the treadmill of life.

“By the by, Mr. De la Borne,” the Princess asked, “how much longer are you going to stay in London?”

“I must go back to-morrow or the next day,” the young man answered, a little gloomily. “I sha’n’t mind it half so much if you people only make up your minds to pay me that visit.”

The Princess motioned to him to draw his chair a little nearer to hers.

“If we take this tour at all,” she remarked, “I should like to start the day after to-morrow. There is a perfectly hideous function on Thursday which I should so like to miss, and the stupidest dinner-party on earth at night. Should you be home by then, do you think?”

“If there were any chance of your coming at all,” the young man answered eagerly, “I should leave by the first train to-morrow morning.”

“I think,” the Princess declared softly, “that we will come. Don’t think me rude if I say that we could not possibly be more bored than we are in London. I do not want to take Jeanne to any of the country house-parties we have been invited to. You know why. She really is such a child, and I am afraid that if she gets any wrong ideas about things she may want to go back to the convent. She has hinted at it more than once already.”

“There will be nothing of that sort at Salt-house,” Cecil de la Borne declared eagerly. “You see, I sha’n’t have any guests at all except just yourselves. Don’t you think that would be best?”

“I do, indeed,” the Princess assented, “and mind, you are not to make any special preparations for us. For my part, I simply want a little rest before we go abroad again, and we really want to come to you feeling the same way that one leaves one’s home for lodgings in a farmhouse. You will understand this, won’t you, Cecil?” she added earnestly, laying her fingers upon his arm, “or we shall not come.”

“It shall be just as you say,” he answered. “As a matter of fact the Red Hall is little more than a large farmhouse, and there is very little preparation which I could make for you in a day or a day and a half. You shall come and see how a poor English countryman lives, whose lands and income have shrivelled up together. If you are dull you will not blame me, I know, for all that you have to do is to go away.”

The Princess rose and put out her hand.

“It is settled, then,” she declared. “Thank you, dear Mr. Host, for your very delightful dinner. Jeanne and I have to go on to Harlingham House for an hour or two, the last of these terrible entertainments, I am glad to say. Do send me a note round in the morning, with the exact name of your house, and some idea of the road we must follow, so that we do not get lost. I suppose you two,” she added, turning to Forrest and Lord Ronald, “will not mind starting a day or two before we had planned?”

“Not in the least,” they assured her.

“And Miss Le Mesurier?” Cecil de la Borne asked. “Will she really not mind giving up some of these wonderful entertainments?”

Jeanne smiled upon him brilliantly. It was a smile which came so seldom, and which, when it did come, transformed her face so utterly, that she seemed like a different person.

“I shall be very glad, indeed,” she said, “to leave London. I am looking forward so much to seeing what the English country is like.”

“It will make me very happy,” Cecil de la Borne said, bowing over her hand, “to try and show you.”

Her eyes seemed to pass through him, to look out of the crowded room, as though indeed they had found their way into some corner of the world where the things which make life lie. It was a lapse from which she recovered almost immediately, but when she looked at him, and with a little farewell nod withdrew her hand, the transforming gleam had passed away.

“And there is the sea, too,” she remarked, looking backwards as they passed out. “I am longing to see that again.”

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