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He saw; his face flushed with a kind of mad joy; he tossed his hair back, and leaping into the waves, swam to his own frail little fishing-boat that was tossing at anchor. His voice leaped back to us above the tumult of the wind: "Gurd and me'll come home together!" There was a lull in the gale; the five were put off from the sinking craft in Gurdon's boat.
"Why didn't ye let her alone in peace?" blurted out Fluke. "She was keepin' company contented enough along o' Gurd', ef you'd only left her alone. What'd ye come back a-makin' love to her for?" "We always kept company together; since we were that high! Belle Birds'll was Gurdon's company. Vesty was my company." His voice trembled. This was simple Basin parlance and unanswerable. "Ye mean it?"
Confound the girl, she makes me miserable." "Do you recognise the voice?" Venner whispered. "Lord! yes," was Gurdon's reply. "Why, it's Fenwick. No mistaking those tones anywhere. Now, what on earth does all this mean?" "We shall find out presently," Venner said. "You may laugh at me, but I quite expected something of this kind, which was one of the reasons why I obtained the keys of the house."
She flitted away now, and there was nothing for it but for Venner to fall in with Gurdon's suggestion of a visit to the theatre. It was not long after breakfast on the following morning that Venner walked into Gurdon's rooms with a new proposal. "I have been thinking out this confounded thing," he said.
Gurdon's first involuntary visit here absolutely ruined a carefully laid plan of mine for getting Mark Fenwick into my hands. But I will tell you later on all about the mystery of the furnished dining-room and how and why the furniture vanished so strangely.
Rather to Gurdon's surprise, the girl had not called a cab. She was walking down the street with a firm, determined step, as of one who knew exactly where she was going, and meant to get there in as short a time as possible. Gurdon followed cautiously at a distance. He was not altogether satisfied in his own mind that his action was quite as straightforward as it might have been.
If you have a knife with you we can soon find out." Venner produced a small knife from his pocket, and Gurdon attempted to insinuate the point of the blade under the elaborate moulding. Surely enough, the moulding yielded, and presently came away in Gurdon's hands. "There you are," he said. "It is exactly as I told you.
I tell you I can see absolutely nothing but his great, yellow, wicked face, and for the background the romantic spot where we last met." It was Gurdon's turn now to listen. He leant forward in his chair, his whole attention concentrated upon the figure of the stranger, huddled up in the armchair at the little table opposite.
No, on the whole, you will stay where you are." At this point Venner clutched Gurdon's arm and dragged him hurriedly across the landing down to the half staircase. So quickly was this done that Gurdon had no time to ask the reason for it all. "Someone coming down the stairs," Venner whispered. "Didn't you hear a voice? I believe it is the girl in white again."
It was lucky for me that the lights failed at the critical moment a piece of nominal good fortune, such as usually only happens in a story. But I should feel a great deal safer if I were on the other side of the front door." "That is quite impossible," Vera said, for it was she who had come to Gurdon's rescue.
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