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Updated: June 4, 2025
But when Beaumaroy had entered with Doctor Mary, he had not re-locked the door; he opened it now very gently and cautiously, and saw the Sergeant's back there was no mistaking it.
You careless scoundrel, you haven't given me my knife!" Beaumaroy sprang to his feet with a muttered exclamation: "It's all my fault, sir. I forgot to give it to Hooper. I always lock it up when I go out." He went to a little oak sideboard and unlocked a drawer, then came back to Mr. Saffron's side. "Here it is, and I humbly apologize."
As Alec first caught sight of him, he was smiling happily, and he called out triumphantly: "That was a good one! That went well, Hector!" Then he saw Alec's tall figure by the fire. He grew grave, closed the door carefully, and advanced to the table, on which he set down the candlestick. After a momentary look at Alec, he turned his gaze inquiringly towards Beaumaroy.
The course of her meditations was hardly interrupted by the episode of her light evening meal; she was back in her drawing-room by half past eight, her mind engrossed with the matter still. It was a little after nine when there was a ring at the hall door. Not the lovers back so early? She heard a man's voice in the hall. The next moment Beaumaroy was shown in, and the door shut behind him.
"I don't see why you should put what you call your case to me at all, Mr. Beaumaroy." He looked at her in a reproachful astonishment. "But you seemed touched by by what we saw in the Tower. I thought the old man's death and faith had appealed to you. It seems to me that people can't go through a thing like that together without feeling well, some sort of comradeship.
Beaumaroy's eyebrows were raised in gentle protest. "Once you're in with a job, you never know," his retainer observed darkly. Beaumaroy laughed. "Oh, go to the devil! and mix me another whisky." Yet a vague uneasiness showed itself on his face; he looked across the room at the evil-shaped man handling the bottles in the cupboard.
Beaumaroy passed with his burden hard by the Sergeant, and Mary followed. In a quarter of an hour they came downstairs again, and Mary again led the way into the parlor. She went to the window, and drew the curtains aside a little way.
Hooper's hand went up to his forehead in the ghost of a military salute, but a sneering smile persisted on his lips. The only notice Mr. Saffron took of him was a jerk of the head towards the passage, an abrupt and ungracious dismissal, which, however, the Sergeant silently accepted and stumped out. The greeting reserved for Beaumaroy was vastly different.
He raised his hand in protest, but she went on: "So I should like to say one different thing to you, since we're to part after to-night. You've shown yourself a good friend, good and true as a man could have." "I loved my old man," said Beaumaroy. It was his only plea. To Mary it seemed a good one. He had loved his poor old madman; and he had served him faithfully.
"Suppose Alec Naylor and I, a hero and a damaged article," he smiled at Mary, and she smiled back with a sudden enjoyment of the humorous yet bitter tang in his voice, "loved the same woman, and I had a chance of her. Am I to give it up?" "Really we're getting a long way from medicine, Mr. Beaumaroy!" "Oh, you're a general practitioner! Wise on all subjects under heaven!
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