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Weatherley rose from her place. As she passed Arnold she paused for a moment. "You are all coming in five minutes," she said. "Before we play bridge, come straight to me. I have something to say to you." He bowed and resumed his seat, from which he had risen quickly at her coming. Mr. Weatherley motioned to him to move up to his side.
'When the place has been properly cleaned it will be kept tolerably tidy with less labour. Hope Weatherley has been hard at work for two days, and things are now pretty comfortable. 'I suppose excuse me if the question seems impertinent, but I imagine that you paid Hope out of your own purse? 'For those two days, certainly.
He was a plump little man, sleek and well-dressed, with black hair, very large pearl studs, black moustache and imperial. Mrs. Weatherley stood quite still for a moment. Perhaps, he thought, she was listening to the conversation around them. "The man's name is Rosario," she replied. "He is a financier and a man of fashion.
'But I don't suppose you understand these things, he said. 'You'd better just understand this, though. I am here to have a little explanation with Mrs. Weatherley. I have a message for her, and she's got to hear it from my own lips. When I've finished with her, I want her brother, and when I've finished with him, I want the young man who was here the other night.
The room was suddenly flooded with light. She was leaning with her arm upon the mantelpiece, a statuette of black ivory in her hand. "If you are really fond of this sort of thing," she began, "you should come with me to the South Kensington Museum one day Who is that?" The door had opened. It was Mr. Weatherley who appeared. Mr.
"What is the meaning of this?" she asked. "My sitting-room is locked on the inside." The man tried the handle incredulously. He, too, was dumbfounded. "Where is your master?" Mrs. Weatherley asked. "He retired an hour ago, madam," the man replied. "It is most extraordinary, this." She began to shiver. Groves leaned down and tried to peer through the keyhole. He rose to his feet hastily.
Arnold, who was, for a young man, exceedingly susceptible to impressions, looked around him with an air almost of wonder. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the room was empty. "Mr. and Mrs. Weatherley will be downstairs in one moment, sir," the man announced. "Mr. Weatherley was a little late home from the city." Arnold nodded and stood upon the hearthrug, looking around him.
Mr. Weatherley leaned back in his chair and lit a cigar. He was recovering slowly. "A very good idea, Chetwode," he said. "I will certainly inform Mr. Jarvis. Poor Rosario!" he went on thoughtfully. "And to think that he might have been warned. If only I had told you to wait outside the restaurant!" "Do you know who it was who telephoned to you, sir?" Arnold asked. "No idea no idea at all," Mr.
Jarvis declared, "comes from a man or a woman marrying out of their own circle of friends. Now Mr. Weatherley might have married a dozen ladies from his own circle here. One I know of, a very handsome lady, too, whose father has been Lord Mayor. And then there's young Tidey's sisters, in the office there. Any one of them would have been most suitable. But no!
"I am to have no other answer from you, then, but this foolery?" he demanded, roughly. "Why, yes!" she replied, graciously. "I have an answer ready for you. You are so abrupt. Listen to what I propose. We will go together to your office and see whether it is true that Mr. Weatherley has not returned.
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