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Updated: June 13, 2025
"What the devil do you mean?" Wrayson asked. Heneage flicked off the ash from his cigarette, and looked for a moment thoughtfully into the fire. "Three weeks ago last Thursday, I think it was," he began, reflectively, "I had supper with Austin at the Green Room Club, after the theatre.
Wrayson was listening attentively; he almost feared to let his visitor see how interested he was. "He was fair done in!" the young man continued. "He never had the pluck of a chicken, and the night he found me in Cape Town he cried like a baby. He had lost everything, he said. It was no use staying in the country any longer. He was wild to get back to England.
She turned into the Albert Road and disappeared almost at once. I could not have followed her if I would. I had just begun to realize that something was wrong with the man in the cab!" "This is all?" the Colonel asked. "It is all!" Wrayson answered. "You do not know her name, or why she was here? You have not seen her since?" Wrayson shook his head.
"What made you come to me?" Wrayson inquired. "Well, the caretaker at the flat told me that you and Morris used to speak now and then, and I'm trying every one. I'm afraid he wasn't quite classy enough for you to have palled up with, but I thought he might have let something slip perhaps." Wrayson shook his head. "He never spoke to me of his affairs," he said.
It is the same affair; part and parcel of the same tangle." The Colonel was silent for a few moments. He seemed to be reflecting on Heneage's words. "I believe you are right," he said at last. "I should be curious to know, though, how you arrived at this decision." Heneage looked past him at Wrayson. "You should ask Wrayson," he said. But Wrayson had risen, and was sauntering towards the door.
"I know enough of him, however, to be quite sure that the advice which I have given you is good." The carriage drew up in the Albert Road, within a hundred yards or so of Wrayson's own block of flats. The Baroness alighted first. "You must come in and have a whisky and soda," she said to Wrayson. "If I may," he answered, looking at Louise. The Baroness passed on.
You are naturally prejudiced, and when I consider that I have failed to convince my own daughter" he glanced towards Louise "of the soundness of my views, it goes without saying that I should find you also unsympathetic. You are anxious, I see, to leave us. Permit me!" He held open the door for her with grave courtesy, but Wrayson pushed him aside.
If you notice anything that seems to you at all unusual, accept it naturally. I will explain afterwards." She spoke a word to the immovable man on the box, and waved her hand to Wrayson as the horses started forward. They were round the corner in a moment, and out of sight. Wrayson turned back to the inn, but before he had taken half a dozen paces he stopped short.
"But you must remember that after all you are going to reap the benefit of it now," Wrayson remarked. "Ah! but am I?" the young man exclaimed fiercely. "That's what I want to know. Look here! I've been through every letter and every scrap of paper I can find, I've been to the bank and to his few pals, and strike me dead if I can find where that five hundred pounds came from every three months!
Nice sort of brother that, eh? What?" Wrayson repressed an inclination to smile. There was something grimly humourous about his visitor's indignation. "You must remember," he said, "that your brother is dead, and that his death itself was a terrible one. Besides, even if you have had to wait for a little time, you are his heir now." The young man was breathing hard.
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