'I know that your real name is Harry Lucas.'
Still he hesitated — not looking at me, but staring straight out in front of him. I had no clue as to what was passing in his mind, but at last he jerked his head forward as though acquiescing in some unspoken decision of his own, and began his story.
Chapter 26
'You are right. My real name is Harry Lucas. My father was a retired soldier who came out to farm in Rhodesia . He died when I was in my second year at Cambridge .'
'Were you fond of him?' I asked suddenly.
'I — don't know.'
Then he flushed and went on with sudden vehemence:
'Why do I say that? I did love my father. We said bitter things to each other the last time I saw him, and we had many rows over my wildness and my debts, but I cared for the old man. I know how much now — when it's too late,' he continued more quietly. 'It was at Cambridge that I met the other fellow –'
'Young Eardsley?'
'Yes — young Eardsley. His father, as you know, was one of South Africa 's most prominent men. We drifted together at once, my friend and I. We had our love of South Africa in common and we both had a taste for the untrodden places of the world. After we left Cambridge , Eardsley had a final quarrel with his father. The old man had paid his debts twice, he refused to do so again. There was a bitter scene between them. Sir Laurence declared himself at the end of his patience — he would do no more for his son. He must stand on his own legs for a while. The result was, as you know, that those two young men went off to South America together, prospecting for diamonds. I'm not going into that now, but we had a wonderful time out there. Hardships in plenty, you understand, but it was a good life — a hand-to-mouth scramble for existence far from the beaten track — and, my God that's the place to know a friend. There was a bond forged between us two out there that only death could have broken. Well, as Colonel Race told you, our efforts were crowned with success, We found a second Kimberley in the heart of the British Guiana jungles. I can't tell you our elation. It wasn't so much the actual value in money of the find — you see, Eardsley was used to money, and he knew that when his father died he would be a millionaire, and Lucas had always been poor and was used to it No, it was the sheer delight of discovery.'
He paused, and then added, almost apologetically.
'You don't mind my telling it this way, do you? As though I wasn't in it at all. It seems like that now when I look back and see those two boys. I almost forgot that one of them was — Harry Rayburn.'
'Tell it any way you like,' I said, and he went on:
'We came to Kimberley — very cock-a-hoop over our find. We brought a magnificent selection of diamonds with us to submit to the experts. And then — in the hotel at Kimberley — we met her –'
I stiffened a little, and the hand that rested on the door-post clenched itself involuntarily.
'Anita Griinberg — that was her name. She was an actress. Quite young and very beautiful. She was South African born, but her mother was a Hungarian, I believe. There was some sort of mystery about her, and that, of course, heightened her attraction for two boys home from the wilds. She must have had an easy task. We both fell for her right away, and we both took it hard. It was the first shadow that had ever come between us — but even then it didn't weaken our friendship. Each of us, I honestly believe, was willing to stand aside for the other to go in and win. But that wasn't her game. Sometimes, afterwards, I wondered why it hadn't been, for Sir Laurence Eardsley's only son was quite a parti. But the truth of it was that she was married — to a sorter in De Beers' – though nobody knew of it. She pretended enormous interest in our discovery, and we told her all about it and even showed her the diamonds. Delilah — that's what she should have been called — and she played her part well!
'The De Beers robbery was discovered, and like a thunderclap the police came down upon us. They seized our diamonds. We only laughed at first — the whole thing was so absurd. And then the diamonds were produced in court — and without question they were the stones stolen from De Beers'. Anita Griinberg had disappeared. She had effected the substitution neatly enough, and our story that these were not the stones originally in our possession was laughed to scorn.
'Sir Laurence Eardsley had enormous influence. He succeeded in getting the case dismissed — but it left two young men ruined and disgraced to
face the world with the stigma of thief attached to their name, but it pretty well broke the old fellow's heart. He had one bitter interview with his son in which he heaped upon him every reproach imaginable. He had done what he could to save the family name, but from that day on his son was his son no longer. He cast him off utterly. And the boy, like the proud young fool that he was, remained silent, disdaining to protest his innocence in the face of his father's disbelief. He came out furious from the interview — his friend was waiting for him. A week later, war was declared. The two friends enlisted together. You know what happened. The best pal a man ever had was killed, partly through his own mad recklessness in rushing into unnecessary danger. He died with his name tarnished…
'I swear to you, Anne, that it was mainly on his account that I was so bitter against that woman. It had gone deeper with him than with me. I had been madly in love with her for the moment –1 even think that I frightened her sometimes — but with him it was a quieter and deeper feeling. She had been the very centre of his universe — and her betrayal of him tore up the very roots of life. The blow stunned him and left him paralysed.'
Harry paused. After a minute or two he went on:
'As you know, I was reported 'missing, presumed killed'. I never troubled to correct the mistake. I took the name of Parker and came to this island, which I knew of old. At the beginning of the War I had had ambitious hopes of proving my innocence, but now all that spirit seemed dead. All I felt was, 'What's the good?' My pal was dead, neither he nor I had any living relations who would care. I was supposed to be dead too, let it remain at that. I led a peaceful existence here, neither happy nor unhappy — numbed of all feeling. I see now, though I did not realize it at the time, that that was partly the effect of the War.
'And then one day something occurred to wake me right up again. I was taking a party of people in my boat on a trip up the river, and I was standing at the landing-stage, helping them in, when one of the men uttered a startled exclamation. It focused my attention to him. He was a small, thin man with a beard, and he was staring at me for all he was worth as though I was a ghost. So powerful was his emotion that it awakened my curiosity. I made inquiries about him at the hotel and learned that his name was Carton, that he came from Kimberley , and that he was a diamond-sorter employed by De Beers'. In a minute all the old sense of wrong surged over me again. I left the island and went to Kimberley .
'I could find out little more about him, however. In the end I decided that I must force an interview. I took my revolver with me. In the brief glimpse I had had of him, I had realized that he was a physical coward. No sooner were we face to face than I recognized that he was afraid of me. I soon forced him to tell me all he knew. He had engineered part of the robbery and Anita Griinberg was his wife. He had once caught sight of both of us when we were dining with her at the hotel, and, having read that I was killed, my appearance in the flesh at the Falls had startled him badly. He and Anita had married quite young, but she had soon drifted away from him. She had got in with a bad lot, he told me — and it was then for the first time that I heard of the 'Colonel.' Carton himself had never been mixed up in anything except this one affair — so he solemnly assured me, and I was inclined to believe him. He was emphatically not of the stuff of which successful criminals are made.
'I still had the feeling that he was keeping back something. As a test, I threatened to shoot him there and then, declaring that I cared very little what became of me now. In a frenzy of terror he poured out a further story. It seems that Anita Griinberg did not quite trust the 'Colonel.' Whilst pretending to hand over to him the stones she had taken from the hotel, she kept back some in her own possession. Carton advised her, with his technical knowledge, which to keep. If, at any time, these stones were produced, they were of such colour and quality as to be readily identifiable, and the experts at De Beers' would admit at once that these stones had never passed through their hands. In this way, my story of a substitution would be supported, my name would be cleared, and suspicion would be diverted to the proper quarter. I gathered that, contrary to his usual practice, the 'Colonel' himself had been concerned in this affair, therefore Anita felt satisfied that she had a real hold over him, should she need it. Carton now proposed that I should make a bargain with Anita Griinberg, or Nadina, as she now called
