what he exclaimed I have since imagined that he was not so much drunk as misled. There was another man lying in the corridor where I had thrown him. General O’Hara exclaimed that this was Major Perowne. I had not realised that this was Major Perowne. I do not know Major Perowne very well and he was not in uniform. I had imagined him to be a French waiter coming to call me to the telephone. I had seen only his face round the door: he was looking round the door. My wife was in a state… bordering on nudity. I had put my hand under his chin and thrown him through the doorway. I am physically very strong and I exercised all my strength. I am aware of that. I was excited, but not more excited than the circumstances seemed to call for….”
Levin exclaimed:
“But… At three in the morning! The telephone!”
“I was ringing up my headquarters and yours. All through the night. The O.I.C. draft, Lieutenant Cowley, was also ringing me up. I was anxious to know what was to be done about the Canadian railway men. I had three times been called to the telephone since I had been in Mrs. Tietjens’ room, and once an orderly had come down from the camp. I was also conducting a very difficult conversation with my wife as to the disposal of my family’s estates, which are large, so that the details were complicated. I occupied the room next door to Mrs. Tietjens and till that moment, the communicating door between the rooms being open, I had heard when a waiter or an orderly had knocked at my own door in the corridor. The night porter of the hotel was a dark, untidy, surly sort of fellow…. Not unlike Perowne.”
Levin said:
“Is it necessary to go into all this? We…”
Tietjens said:
“If I am to make a statement it seems necessary. I would prefer you to question me…”
Levin said:
“Please go on…. We accept the statement that Major Perowne was not in uniform. He states that he was in his pyjamas and dressing-gown. Looking for the bathroom.”
Tietjens said: “Ah!” and stood reflecting. He said:
“May I hear the… the purport of Major Perowne’s statement?”
“He states,” Levin said, “what I have just said. He was looking for the bathroom. He had not slept in the hotel before. He opened a door and looked round it, and was immediately thrown with great violence down into the passage with his head against the wall. He says that this dazed him so that, not really appreciating what had happened, he shouted various accusations against the person who had assaulted him…. General O’Hara then came out of his room.”
Tietjens said:
“What accusations did Major Perowne shout?”
“He doesn’t…” Levin hesitated, “eh!… elaborate them in his statement.”
Tietjens said:
“It is, I imagine, material that I should know what they are….”
Levin said:
“I don’t know that…. If you’ll forgive me… Major Perowne came to see me, reaching me half an hour after General O’Hara. He was very… extremely nervous and concerned. I am bound to say… for Mrs. Tietjens…. And also very concerned to spare yourself!… It appears that he had shouted out just anything…. As it might be ‘Thieves!’ or ‘Fire!’… But when General O’Hara came out he told him, being out of himself, that he had been invited to your wife’s room, and that… Oh, excuse me…. I’m under great obligations to you… the very greatest… that you had attempted to blackmail him!”
Tietjens said:
“Well!…”
“You understand,” Levin said, and he was pleading, “that that is what he said to General O’Hara in the corridor. He even confessed it was madness…. He did not maintain the accusation to me….”
Tietjens said:
“Not that Mrs. Tietjens had given him leave?…”
Levin said with tears in his eyes:
“I’ll not go on with this…. I will rather resign my commission than go on tormenting you….”
“You can’t resign your commission,” Tietjens said.
“I can resign my appointment,” Levin answered. He went on sniffling: “This beastly war!… This beastly war!…”
Tietjens said:
“If what is distressing you is having to tell me that you believe Major Perowne came with my wife’s permission I know it’s true. It’s also true that my wife expected me to be there. She wanted some fun: not adultery. But I am also aware — as Major Thurston appears to have told General Campion — that Mrs. Tietjens was with Major Perowne. In France. At a place called Yssingueux-les-Pervenches….”
“That wasn’t the name,” Levin blubbered. “It was Saint… Saint… Saint something. In the Cevennes….”
Tietjens said:
“Don’t, there!… Don’t distress yourself….”
“But I’m…” Levin went on, “under great obligations to you….”
“I’d better,” Tietjens said, “finish this matter myself.”
Levin said:
“It will break the general’s heart. He believes so absolutely in Mrs. Tietjens. Who wouldn’t?… How the devil could you guess what Major Thurston told him?”
“He’s the sort of brown, trustworthy man who always does know that sort of thing,” Tietjens answered. “As for the general’s belief in Mrs. Tietjens, he’s perfectly justified…. Only there will be no more parades. Sooner or later it has to come to that for us all….” He added with a little bitterness: “Only not for you. Being a Turk or a Jew you are a simple, Oriental, monogamous, faithful soul….” He added again: “I hope to goodness the sergeant-cook has the sense not to keep the men’s dinners back for the general’s inspection…. But of course he will not….”
Levin said:
“What in the world would that matter?” fiercely. “He keeps men waiting as much as three hours. On parade.”
“Of course,” Tietjens said, “if that is what Major Perowne told General O’Hara it removes a good deal of my suspicions of the latter’s sobriety. Try to get the position. General O’Hara positively burst in the little sneck of the door that I had put down and came in shouting: ‘Where is the —— blackmailer?’ And it was a full three minutes before I could get rid of him. I had had the presence of mind to switch off the light and he persisted in asking for another look at Mrs. Tietjens. You see, if you consider it, he is a very heavy sleeper. He is suddenly awakened after, no doubt, not a few pegs. He hears Major Perowne shouting about blackmail and thieves…. I dare say this town has its quota of blackmailers. O’Hara might well be anxious to catch one in the act. He hates me, anyhow, because of his red-caps. I’m a shabby-looking chap he doesn’t know much about. Perowne passes for being a millionaire. I dare say he is: he’s said to be very stingy. That would be how he got hold of the idea of blackmail and hypnotised the general with it….”
He went on again:
“But I wasn’t to know that…. I had shut the door on Perowne and didn’t even know he was Perowne. I really thought he was the night porter coming to call me to the telephone. I only saw a roaring satyr. I mean that was what I thought O’Hara was…. And I assure you I kept my head…. When he persisted in leaning against the doorpost and asking for another look at Mrs. Tietjens, he kept on saying: ‘the woman’ and ‘the hussy.’ Not ‘Mrs. Tietjens.’… I thought then that there was something queer. I said: ‘This is my wife’s room,’ several times. He said something to the effect of how could he know she was my wife, and… that she had made eyes at himself in the lounge, so it might have been himself as well as Perowne…. I dare say he had got it into his head that I had imported some tart to blackmail someone…. But you know…. I grew exhausted after a time…. I saw outside in the corridor one of the little subalterns he has on his staff, and I said: ‘If you do not take General O’Hara away I shall order you to put him under arrest for drunkenness.’ That seemed to drive the general crazy. I had gone closer to him, being determined to push him out of the door, and he decidedly smelt of whisky. Strongly…. But I dare say he was thinking himself outraged, really. And perhaps also coming to his senses. As there was nothing else for it, I pushed him gently out of the room. In going he shouted that I was to consider myself under arrest. I so considered myself…. That is to say
