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He was standing with his back to a round table, strewn with papers and magazines. "It was the date," he said, "and the fact that I must leave England within a few hours, which forced this story from me. Tomorrow Wingrave will be free! Listen, Aynesworth," he continued, turning towards him, "and the rest of you who fancy that it is I who am leaving a humdrum city for the world of tragedies!
Everyone who came was angry, and a good many came whom Wingrave refused to see. Just before five o'clock, young Nesbitt entered the room unannounced. Aynesworth started towards him with a little exclamation. The young man's evident excitement terrified him, and he feared a tragedy. Malcolmson, too, half rose to his feet. Wingrave alone remained unmoved.
I have no doubt but that you will be successful." Aynesworth moved towards the door. Once more Wingrave called him back. He was leaning a little forward across the table. His face was very set and cold. "There is a question which I wish to ask you, Aynesworth," he said. "It concerns another matter altogether. Do you know who sent the Marconigram to Dr.
I wish to buy, if possible, the whole of the shares, and as many more as I can get brokers to sell. The price of the shares today is two dollars!" "I presume you will send out an expert to the mine first?" Aynesworth said. "I shall do nothing of the sort," Wingrave answered. "The fact that I was buying upon information would send the shares up at once.
Aynesworth looked at him in surprise. Did he really wish to quarrel? "I imagine, sir," he said, "that my time is my own when I have no work of yours on hand. If you think otherwise " He paused and looked at his employer significantly. Wingrave turned on his heel. "Be so kind," he said, "as to settle the bill here tonight. We leave by the seven o'clock train in the morning." "Tomorrow!"
"Can I get your chair for you, Mrs. Travers," Aynesworth asked, "or shall we walk for a few minutes?" Mrs. Travers hesitated. She looked around, but there was obviously no escape for her. "I should like to sit down," she said. "I am very tired this morning. My chair is next Mr. Wingrave's there." Aynesworth found her rug and wrapped it around her. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
She looked at him earnestly. Gradually her face was softening. The frozen look was passing away. The expression was coming back to her eyes. She leaned a little towards him. Her voice, although it was raised above a whisper, was full of feeling. "Mr. Aynesworth," she murmured, "I am afraid of Sir Wingrave Seton!" Aynesworth said nothing.
"You know the story of his misadventures, then?" he remarked. "I know all about his imprisonment, and the cause of it," Aynesworth said quietly. Barrington was silent for several moments. He felt that he was receiving but scanty encouragement. "Is it worth while, Mr. Aynesworth?" he asked at length. "There is better work for you in the world than this."
"It is not really difficult. But she had no right to send you through here! It is all private, you know!" "And you?" Aynesworth asked with a smile, "you have permission, I suppose?" "Yes," she answered. "I have lived here all my life. I go where I please. Have you seen the pictures?" "We have just been looking at them," Aynesworth answered. "Aren't they beautiful?" she exclaimed. "I oh!"
The weariness was there indeed was it his fancy, or was it something more than weariness which shone out of the dark, tired eyes? "Four years ago tonight," Aynesworth said, looking round the club smoking room thoughtfully, "we bade you farewell in this same room!" Lovell, wan and hollow-eyed, his arm in a sling, his once burly frame gaunt and attenuated with disease, nodded.
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