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"And at the same time," said I, "Jaff might let us hear his story. That is to say if you have no objection, Mrs. Prescott." "With us," said Liosha, "the guest is expected to talk about himself; for if he's a guest he's one of the family." "Shall I go ahead then?" asked Jaffery, "and you chip in whenever you feel like it?" "That would be best," replied Liosha.
I was startled. "Yes. Can't make him out." "Poor Adrian Boldero's death was a great shock." "Quite so," Arbuthnot assented. "But Jaff Chayne, when he gets a shock, is the sort of fellow that goes into the middle of a wilderness and roars. Yet here he is in London and won't be persuaded to leave it." "What do you mean?" I asked. "We wanted to send him out to Persia, and he refused to go.
"I was aware of it," said Liosha seriously. "Euphemia was not. She knows less than nothing. I asked her for the money. She refused. I saw an automobile close by. I entered. I said, 'Drive me to Mr. Jaff Chayne, he will give me the money. He asked where Mr. Jaff Chayne was. I said he was staying with Mr. Freeth, at Northlands, Harston, Berkshire. I am not a fool like Euphemia. I remember.
She shifted her position, threw herself back in her chair, and flung out her hands towards me. "You ought to be keeping Mrs. Jardine's boarding-house. What have Jaff Chayne and I to do with proprieties? Didn't he and I travel from Scutari to London?" "Yes," said I. "But aren't things just a little bit different now?" It was a searching question.
Considine's discipline she mimed her words startlingly "I was sick sick sick to death. You forget, Jaff Chayne, the mountains of Albania." "Perhaps I did," said he, with his steady eyes fixed on her. "But I remember 'em now. Would you like to go back?" She put her hands for a few seconds before her face, as though to hide swift visions of slaughtered enemies, then dashed them away. "No. Not now.
"Say, Jaff Chayne," cried Liosha, "do you think I can't look after myself by this time? What do you take me for?" I interposed. "Rather a lonely young woman, that's all. Jaffery, in his tactless way, by using the absurd term 'dragon, has missed the point altogether. You want a companion, if only to go about with, say to restaurants and theatres."
If you had a thousand selves, they wouldn't be enough for him." "Stop!" shouted Jaffery. She wheeled round on him. "Hold your tongue, Jaff Chayne. I guess I've the right, if anybody has, to fix up your concerns." "What right?" Doria demanded. "Never mind." She took a step forward. "Oh, no; not that right! Don't you dare to think it. Jaff Chayne doesn't care a tinker's curse for me that way.
That's me, Jaff Chayne, whom you've disregarded all these years. Look at it in black and white: 'uncanny knowledge of the complexities of a woman's nature'! Ho! ho! ho! And it's selling like blazes." It did not enter his honest head to envy the dead man his fresh ill-gotten fame. He accepted the success in the large simplicity of spirit that had enabled him to conceive and write the book.
Adrian asked politely, with the air of one seeking information. "Oh, shut up, you idiot," Jaffery turned on him savagely. "Can't you see the position I'm in?" "I'm very sorry you're angry, Jaff Chayne," said Liosha with a certain kind dignity. "But these are your friends. Their house is yours. Why should I not stay here with you?" "Here? Good God!" cried Jaffery.
But Jaff Chayne was the only person that had to know the truth." We questioned her as delicately as we could and gradually the intrigue that had puzzled us became clear. Ras Fendihook left London on Sunday for a fortnight's engagement at the Eldorado of Havre. As there was no Sunday night boat for Southampton he had to travel to Havre via Paris.
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