'You see, my dear fellow,' I said, 'you must remain here on the spot. You might be required to identify Rayburn any minute. And, besides, I have my dignity as an English Member of Parliament to think of. I can't go about with a secretary who has apparently recently been indulging in a vulgar streetbrawl.'
Pagett winced. He is such a respectable fellow that his appearance is pain and tribulation to him.
'But what will you do about your correspondence, and the notes for your speeches, Sir Eustace?'
'I shall manage,' I said airily.
'Your private car is to be attached to the eleven o'clock train tomorrow, Wednesday, morning,' Pagett continued. 'I have made all arrangements. Is Mrs. Blair taking a maid with her?'
'Mrs. Blair?' I gasped.
'She tells me you offered her a place.'
So I did, now I come to think of it. On the night of the Fancy Dress ball. I even urged her to come. But I never thought she would. Delightful as she is, I do not know that I want Mrs. Blair's society all the way to Rhodesia and back. Women require such a lot of attention. And they are confoundedly in the way sometimes.
'Have I asked anyone else?' I said nervously. One does these things in a moment of expansion.
'Mrs. Blair seemed to think you had asked Colonel Race as well.' I groaned.
'I must have been very drunk if I asked Race. Very drunk indeed. Take my advice, Pagett, and let your black eye be a warning to you, don't go on the bust again.'
'As you know, I am a teetotaler, Sir Eustace.'
'Much wiser to take the pledge if you have a weakness that way. I haven't asked anyone else, have I, Pagett?'
'Not that I know of, Sir Eustace.' I heaved a sigh of relief.
'There's Miss Beddingfield,' I said thoughtfully. 'She wants to get to Rhodesia to dig up bones, I believe. I've a good mind to offer her a temporary job as secretary. She can typewrite, I know, for she told me so.'
To my surprise, Pagett opposed the idea vehemently. He does not like Anne Beddingfield. Ever since the night of the black eye, he has displayed uncontrollable emotion whenever she is mentioned. Pagett is full of mysteries nowadays.
Just to annoy him. I shall ask the girl. As I said before, she has extremely nice legs.
Chapter 18
(Anne's Narrative Resumed)
I don't suppose that as long as I live I shall forget my first sight of Table Mountain . I got up frightfully early and went out on deck. I went right up to the boat deck, which I believe is a heinous offence, but I decided to dare something in the cause of solitude. We were just steaming into Table Bay . There were fleecy white clouds hovering above Table Mountain , and nestling on the slopes below, right down to the sea, was the sleeping town, gilded and bewitched by the morning sunlight.
It made me catch my breath and have that curious hungry pain inside that seizes one sometimes when one comes across something that's extra beautiful. I'm not very good at expressing these things, but I knew well enough that I had found, if only for a fleeting moment, the thing that I had been looking for ever since I left Little Hampsley. Something new, something hitherto undreamed of, something that satisfied my aching hunger for romance.
Perfectly silently, or so it seemed to me, the Kilmorden glided nearer and nearer. It was still very like a dream. Like all dreamers, however, I could not let my dream alone. We poor humans are so anxious not to miss anything.
'This is South Africa ,' I kept saying to myself industriously. ' South Africa , South Africa . You are seeing the world. This is the world. You are seeing it. Think of it, Anne Beddingfield, you pudding-head. You're seeing the world.'
I had thought that I had the boat deck to myself, but now I observed another figure leaning over the rail, absorbed as I had been in the rapidly approaching city. Even before he turned his head I knew who it was. The scene of last night seemed unreal and melodramatic in the peaceful morning sunlight. What must he have thought of me? It made me hot to realize the things that I had said. And I hadn't meant them — or had I?
I turned my head resolutely away, and stared hard at Table Mountain . If Rayburn had come up here to be alone, I, at least, need not disturb him by advertising my presence.
But to my intense surprise I heard a light footfall on the deck behind me, and then his voice, pleasant and normal:
'Miss Beddingfield.'
'Yes?'
I turned.
'I want to apologize to you. I behaved like a perfect boor last night.'
'It — it was a peculiar night,' I said hastily.
It was not a very lucid remark, but it was absolutely the only thing I could think of.
'Will you forgive me?'
I held out my hand without a word. He took it.
'There's something else I want to say.' His gravity deepened. 'Miss Beddingfield, you may not know it, but you are mixed up in a rather dangerous business.'
'I gather as much,' I said.
'No, you don't. You can't possibly know. I want to warn you. Leave the whole thing alone. It can't concern you really. Don't let your curiosity lead you to tamper with other people's business. No, please don't get angry again. I'm not speaking of myself. You've no idea of what you might come up against — these men will stop at nothing. They are absolutely ruthless. Already you're in danger — look at last night. They fancy you know something. Your only chance is to persuade them that they're mistaken. But be careful, always be on the lookout for danger, and, look here, if at any time you should fall into their hands, don't try and be clever — tell the whole truth, it will be your only chance.'
'You make my flesh creep, Mr. Rayburn,' I said, with some truth. 'Why do you take the trouble to warn me?'
He did not answer for some minutes, then he said in a low voice:
'It may be the last thing I can do for you. Once on shore I shall be all right — but I may not get on shore.'
'What?' I cried.
'You see, I'm afraid you're not the only person on board who knows that I am 'The Man in the Brown Suit'.'
'If you think that I told –' I said hotly. He reassured me with a smile.
'I don't doubt you. Miss Beddingfield. If I ever said I did, I lied. No, but there's one person on board who's known all along. He's only got to speak — and my number's up. All the same, I'm taking a sporting chance that he won't speak.'
'Why?'
'Because he's a man who likes playing a lone hand. And when the police have got me I should be of no further use to him. Free I might be! Well, an hour will show.'
He laughed rather mockingly, but I saw his face harden. If he had gambled with Fate, he was a good gambler. He could lose and smile.
'In any case,' he said lightly, 'I don't suppose we shall meet again.'
'No,' I said slowly. 'I suppose not.'
'So — goodbye.'
