a more sprightly character.
'By the way,' I remarked, 'that reminds me of a rather exciting tale I heard. A friend of mine was out on a shooting trip somewhere in East Africa . One night he came out of his tent for some reason, and was startled by a low growl. He turned sharply and saw a lion crouching to spring. He had left his rifle in the tent. Quick as thought, he ducked, and the lion sprang right over his head. Annoyed at having missed him, the animal growled and prepared to spring again. Again he ducked, and again the lion sprang right over him. This happened a third time, but by now he was close to the entrance of the tent, and he darted in and seized his rifle. When he emerged, rifle in hand, the lion had disappeared. That puzzled him greatly. He crept round the back of the tent, where there was a little clearing. There, sure enough, was the lion, busily practising low jumps.'
This was received with a roar of applause. I drank some champagne.
'On another occasion,' I remarked, 'this friend of mine had a second curious experience. He was trekking across country, and being anxious to arrive at his destination before the heat of the day he ordered his boys to inspan whilst it was still dark. They had some trouble in doing so, as the mules were very restive, but at last they managed it, and a start was made. The mules raced along like the wind, and when daylight came they saw why. In the darkness, the boys had inspanned a lion as the near wheeler.'
This, too, was well received, a ripple of merriment going round the table, but I am not sure that the greatest tribute did not come from my friend the Labour Member, who remained pale and serious.
'My God!' he said anxiously. 'Who un'arnessed them?'
'I must go to Rhodesia ,' said Mrs. Blair. 'After what you have told us. Colonel Race, I simply must. It's a horrible journey though, five days in the train.'
'You must join me on my private car,' I said gallantly. 'Oh, Sir Eustace, how sweet of you! Do you really mean it?'
'Do I mean it!' I exclaimed reproachfully, and drank another glass of champagne.
'Just about another week, and we shall be in South Africa ,' sighed Mrs. Blair.
'Ah, South Africa ,' I said sentimentally, and began to quote from a recent speech of mine at the Colonial Institute. 'What has South Africa to show the world? What indeed? Her fruit and her farms, her wool and her wattles, her herds and her hides, her gold and her diamonds –'
I was hurrying on, because I knew that as soon as I paused Reeves would butt in and inform me that the hides were worthless because the animals hung themselves up on barbed wire or something of that sort, would crab everything else, and end up with the hardships of the miners on the Rand . And I was not in the mood to be abused as a Capitalist. However, the interruption came from another source at the magic word diamonds.
'Diamonds!' said Mrs. Blair ecstatically. 'Diamonds!' breathed Miss Beddingfield.
They both addressed Colonel Race. 'I suppose you've been to Kimberley ?'
I had been to Kimberley too, but I didn't manage to say so in time. Race was being inundated with questions. What were mines like? Was it true that the natives were kept shut up in compounds? And so on.
Race answered their questions and showed a good knowledge of his subject. He described the methods of housing the natives, the searches instituted, and the various precautions that De Beers took.
'Then it's practically impossible to steal any diamonds?' asked Mrs. Blair with as keen an air of disappointment as though she had been journeying there for the express purpose.
'Nothing's impossible, Mrs. Blair. Thefts do occur — like the case I told you of where the Kafir hid the stone in his wound.'
'Yes, but on a large scale?'
'Once, in recent years. Just before the War, in fact You must remember the case, Pedler. You were in South Africa at the time?'
I nodded.
'Tell us,' cried Miss Beddingfield. 'Oh, do tell us!'
Race smiled.
'Very well, you shall have the story. I suppose most of you have heard of Sir Laurence Eardsley, the great South African mining magnate? His mines were gold mines, but he comes into the story through his son. You may remember that just before the War rumours were afield of a new potential Kimberley hidden somewhere in the rocky floor of the British Guiana jungles. Two young explorers, so it was reported, had returned from that part of South America bringing with them a remarkable collection of rough diamonds, some of them of considerable size. Diamonds of small size had been found before in the neighbourhood of the Essequibo and Mazaruni rivers, but these two young men, John Eardsley and his friend Lucas, claimed to have discovered beds of great carbon deposits at the common head of two streams. The diamonds were of every colour, pink, blue, yellow, green, black, and the purest white. Eardsley and Lucas came to Kimberley , where they were to submit their gems to inspection. At the same time a sensational robbery was found to have taken place at De Beers'. When sending diamonds to England they are made up into a packet This remains in the big safe, of which the two keys are held by two different men whilst a third man knows the combination. They are handed to the Bank, and the Bank send them to England . Each package is worth, roughly, about ?100,000.
'On this occasion the Bank was struck by something a little unusual about the sealing of the packet. It was opened, and found to contain knobs of sugar!
'Exactly how suspicion came to fasten on John Eardsley I do not know. It was remembered that he had been very wild at Cambridge and that his father had paid his debts more than once. Anyhow, it soon got about that this story of South American diamond fields was all a fantasy. John Eardsley was arrested. In his possession was found a portion of the De Beers diamonds.
'But the case never came to court. Sir Laurence Eardsley paid over a sum equal to the missing diamonds, and De Beers did not prosecute. Exactly how the robbery was committed has never been known. But the knowledge that his son was a thief broke the old man's heart. He had a stroke shortly afterwards. As for John, his Fate was in a way merciful. He enlisted, went to the War, fought there bravely, and was killed, thus wiping out the stain on his name. Sir Laurence himself had a third stroke and died about a month ago. He died intestate and his vast fortune passed to his next of kin, a man whom he hardly knew.'
The Colonel paused. A babel of ejaculations and questions broke out. Something seemed to attract Miss Beddingfield's attention, and she turned in her chair. At the little gasp she gave, I, too, turned.
My new secretary, Rayburn, was standing in the doorway. Under his tan, his face had the pallor of one who has seen a ghost. Evidently Race's story had moved him profoundly.
Suddenly conscious of our scrutiny, he turned abruptly and disappeared.
'Do you know who that is?' asked Anne Beddingfield abruptly.
'That's my other secretary,' I explained. 'Mr. Rayburn. He's been seedy up to now.'
She toyed with the bread by her plate. 'Has he been your secretary long?'
'Not very long,' I said cautiously.
But caution is useless with a woman, the more you hold back, the more she presses forward. Anne Beddingfield made no bones about it.
'How long?' she asked bluntly.
'Well — er –1 engaged him just before I sailed. Old friend of mine recommended him.'
She said nothing more, but relapsed into a thoughtful silence. I turned to Race with the feeling that it was my turn to display an interest in his story.
'Who is Sir Laurence's next of kin. Race? Do you know?'
'I should do so,' he replied, with a smile. 'I am!'
Chapter 14
(Anne's Narrative Resumed)
