The darkness stirred, and from the river-edge Napier called on the name of Venice.
“All right, all right! Here I am.”
“Venice!” cried Guy sharply. “Keep straight ahead towards that canoe.”
“I’ll swear,” said Napier, “her voice came a good way from the left. What?”
“From the right, and what to you,” said Hugo.
“From the left,” said Napier, and there was a faint splash and a faint rustle from the water.
“Now, Shirley,” said Guy, “I’ll drown you if you go playing any fancy tricks. Come along, let’s race back.”
“Naps, found her?”
“Oh, she’s only playing the fool!” came Napier’s voice. “Heard her a moment ago. It’s all right.”
I think that Guy and Hugo and Shirley must have deflected rather to one side, for although I was the poorest swimmer of the four I arrived first at the boat. My sight in the darkness was not helped by bumping my head against the gunwale.
“Iris! Iris?”
“Hello, where’s Iris? What? God, it’s dark. …”
“But haven’t you found Venice?”
“Oh, she’s playing the fool! Missed her. …” We held on to the gunwale, panting. “God, man, where’s Iris? What? I say, Iris!”
“She must have got out to stretch her legs,” I said.
“Yes—God, look!” panted Napier. “What the devil! What?”
Hugo’s voice, Shirley’s, Guy’s.
Napier and I were in the canoe. Iris’s white dress lay anyhow over the cushions in the middle, over the watches and rings. I stumbled over her shoes.
“Oh!” sobbed Shirley. “Something’s happened!”
“Naps, what is it?” snapped Guy from the water.
“Iris—I say, she must have changed her mind and gone in!”
“Stuff, changed her mind! Gone in after Venice, you mean!”
“Iris! Iris!” Hugo called. We all called.
“But where’s Venice?” Shirley screamed just as Napier plunged in again.
“Iris! Venice! Iris!”
“For God’s sake, Naps, take care!” snapped Guy. “Don’t go under that bridge.”
“Iris! Venice! Venice!”
Shirley was sobbing. In the pitch darkness. …
“Hugo,” said Guy, “you and I together, for that bridge. Here, this way. … Naps, Naps! Come back, you fool!”
“Help. …”
“God, who’s that! Iris? Venice?”
“Help … here, to the right. …” An exhausted whisper from the pit of the water.
“It’s Iris,” said Guy. “Where are you, Iris? Here, I’m in the water. Hold on.”
“Quick … tired. …”
“But where’s Venice?” screamed Shirley.
“All right, Iris has got her. …”
Iris’s whisper: “Call Napier back. Oh, dear. …”
“Naps! Naps!”
“All right, coming.”
“Hang on, Hugo!” said Guy from the water. “Iris coming. Pull, you fool. I’ve got Venice.”
“Please, my foot. …”
“Hugo, don’t capsize the bloody boat!” sobbed Shirley. “Naps, here they are! Guy, give me Venice at once! Venice!”
“All right, Guy.” Was that Venice’s voice? “I can manage. …”
“You’ve managed quite enough, you have!” said Hugo. “You all right, Iris?”
Iris was lying panting somewhere in the canoe. Mostly on our flannels, I thought. But you couldn’t see a thing. We were on the quay, Hugo, Guy, and I. Then Napier came. A silent, phantom presence.
“Don’t strike a match, anyone,” Iris whispered. “I’m in my chemise … what’s left of it. …”
A sob, a jumble, a cry: “Oh, God, Oh, God! I’m so glad to be back!”
“Little donkey!” said Guy. “All right now, Venice?”
“Hugo,” Iris called, very huskily, “where’s that champagne? Venice would like … Child, must you breathe your last down my neck?”
“You saved me!” sobbed Venice. “Yes, you did!”
“Ssh!”
“Ow, I was frightened!”
“Like a mouse in the water. Poor Venice. …”
“Here’s another towel, Mrs. Storm,” said Shirley brusquely. Shirley would be a little jealous now of Venice liking Iris. …
“Listen!” cried Venice into the night. “This woman saved me. Saved my life, she did! ‘Oi!’ said I, and there she was, quick as quick. …”
“But, Venice, you’re sitting on my only other stocking, and I’ve only got two!”
“Pop!” said the champagne.
“Have mine, please do! Like barefoot. Jimmy, I got such a bump on the head.”
“How?” Guy asked dangerously.
“Against the bridge, please. …”
“That’s only bump (a),” said Hugo kindly. “There’s still bump (b) coming to you, if I heard aright.”
“You did,” said Guy.
“You leave her alone!” snapped Shirley.
“Venice?” Napier’s voice, a white, still voice. He was kneeling, beside me, peering into the canoe. “All right now, Venice?”
“Yes, Naps.” A shy, uncertain voice that was. She was afraid. “You must thank Mrs. Storm for that. …”
Napier did not call on Iris’s name. Hugo chattered to cover the silence. I thought I heard Guy mutter something between his teeth. During the next few minutes Hugo’s dexterity with the champagne was a great relief. Dear Hugo.
“Venice!” said Guy beside me, chill, queerly harsh. “Your health, Venice! You’ll need a good deal, if you go playing any more tricks like that.”
Shirley was saying: “Here’s another towel, Mrs. Storm. Do have my stockings, please. …”
“Oh … no, it’s quite all right, really. Please, really. But would you mind seeing if my shoes are anywhere there, by the steering-wheel thing?”
Formal, like the voices of women in a drawing-room.
Iris called to me for a cigarette. It was her right hand to which I gave it. It seemed very naked, that right hand. “Your ring, Iris?”
“In the Thames,” she whispered. “Fallen forever! Not a word. …”
Venice was explaining to the darkness, gulping lavishly at her champagne: “Thought I’d go for a swim and not just paddle about. Thought I’d be clever. Thought you were fools. Thought I’d thought right. Thought I’d—anyhow, I caught my head crack (a) on that bridge. And then I didn’t want to let out a yell about nothing and look a silly ass. Heard you calling me, but thought I’d better keep my breath for swimming. Began swimming, and got a weed like a wrestler’s torso round me. Head hurt, like hell it did. Thinks I, now for a yell, but began kicking instead—”
“You would!”
“Wait. And my head hurt. And I was frightened to death. And I prayed like fury. Naps! Where’s Naps? I missed you. And when I wanted to yell all I could let out was a miow. And Mrs. Storm—well, Iris, as she saved my life, cries out: ‘Oi, what’s that? Who? Where?’ And before you could say knife, and just as I was succumbing to a watery grave, she was saving my life, quick as you like. Quick, terse stuff. She could swim all of us off our feet, she could. …”
“Get very easily
