A CLOUD APPEARS ON LOVE’S HORIZON

MANNERING remained absent for a week, and during that time I learned from Evie a good deal about the curious dread which he had inspired in her mind. Had inspired, I say, for she assured me it had passed away, and that she felt quite safe now she was promised to be my wife. Our betrothal had been announced the day after the never-to-be-forgotten walk to Bricket wood, and I had hastened to make it known as widely as I could, for I could think of no likelier method of ensuring her against any further annoyance on the part of Mannering. When he saw that he had lost, I could not think that he would do otherwise than retire gracefully from the scene. If, however, he failed to take his failure kindly, I should not have the slightest hesitation about sending him about his business. I should have been tempted to do so without further delay, if there had in reality been anything in Mannering’s conduct to which open exception could have been taken. Evie recognized there was nothing of the sort as strongly as myself, and she was even averse to do as I suggested, and ask her father to hint to him that he should, for a while at least, cease his visits to the house.

“You see,” she remarked, “if he had made himself offensive in any other way, I should have welcomed the opportunity of speaking to papa about it. But he has not. His attitude has been outwardly perfectly courteous, and papa would only laugh at me if I were to tell him what I have told you. He would not believe me if I told him I was afraid of Mr. Mannering.”

“Besides, you are now no longer afraid?” I said.

“No; I am no longer afraid of him. I am quite sure of that,” she repeated.

The manner in which she made the assertion ought to have warned me that she was not quite so certain on the point as she was willing to believe, but no such thought crossed my mind at the time.

“Anyhow,” I continued, “if when you see Mannering again, you feel any recurrence of your dread, it will be easy for me to pick a quarrel with him, and so compel him to absent himself from the house. You see, he will be unable to come here without meeting me.”

Evie pouted a dissent. “You must not do that,” she remarked. “A quarrel with him would make both of us look ridiculous. Everybody would conclude that you were jealous; and I I should not like to imagine any one thinking that I gave you cause.”

“My own darling!” I cried.

When once more we resumed our conversation, I bethought me of another plan, and I suggested to Evie that she could always find a retreat at my home in Norfolk, if she wanted to get away from Mannering’s presence. My aunt, I knew, would be delighted to entertain her. She agreed at once to adopt this course if the occasion should arise. Thus I thought I had provided against every contingency for the short period which was to elapse before our wedding-day.

When Mannering did return, however, it seemed as if we had been making preparations to meet a contingency which was never likely to arise. He learned of Evie’s engagement from the Colonel, the morning after his return to St. Albans. He took the news very well. Much more coolly than I should have done had I been the disappointed one. In fact, a few minutes after he had been made acquainted with Evie’s engagement, he came to us where we were in the garden, and congratulated us forthwith.

“You are a lucky fellow, Sutgrove,” he said. “I had cherished a faint hope that your luck might be mine, and now the only consolation I have is that the best man always wins.”

Spoken in a different tone than that which he employed, his words would have made a very pretty compliment, but from his lips the words seemed to be very like a sarcasm. However, I could pardon the expression of a little bitterness under the circumstances, so I made no reply; and, turning to Evie, he continued

“I trust your new tie will not put an end to the old friendships, Miss Maitland?”

“Why should it?” she asked.

“They often do,” he replied.

“Not if the old friendships are the real thing,” I interjected.

“No; not if they are the real thing,” he repeated slowly. “I hope you will find mine to be the real thing.”

A faint smile fluttered across his face as he spoke, and was gone in an instant. Neither Evie nor myself knew what to reply, and an awkward pause ensued. He seemed to feel the awkwardness of it just as much as either of us, and he changed the subject with an inquiry as to whether anything further had been heard or seen of the Motor Pirate during his own absence in Paris.

“I have been far too busy to even look at the papers,” he explained, “and he might have been captured for all I know.”

“No such luck,” I replied. “This time he seems to have disappeared for good.”

“I see I shall have to take up your job, and devote my energies to the task of his capture,” he said laughingly. And, turning to Evie, he said, “I presume you will not allow Sutgrove to take any risks of that sort now, Miss Maitland?”

Again there was something sarcastic in his tone, and I could see by the flush in Evie’s cheek that the question had angered her. She answered almost hotly

“I am quite sure if any one can capture the Pirate, Jim can.”

“I have no intention of giving up the pursuit just at present,” I added quietly, with a glance of thanks to my dear one for her ready championship.

“I don’t think I should trouble myself about any Motor Pirate if I were in your position,” he replied. “I fancy if I were engaged to be married to the best girl in the world, the first thing I should do would be to eliminate every risk from my life, instead of looking about for fresh ones. Besides, it seems scarcely fair on the girl, does it?”

“Surely that depends on what the girl thinks, doesn’t it?” asked Evie. “A good many girls haven’t much admiration for the man who would act as you suggest.”

“Ah, well!” returned Mannering. “I see now where Sutgrove has succeeded. The prize always goes to the adventurous.”

Again there was a subtle provocation in his tone something very like a sneer. An angry retort was on the tip of my tongue, but a glance from Evie checked it, and soon after he left us together.

“You must not be angry with him,” she said, as soon as we were alone. “He does not know you as I do; and besides I think he he must be disappointed.”

“There’s not the slightest doubt about that,” I answered emphatically. “He is badly hit, and he takes it pretty well considering. I know I shouldn’t have taken my gruel so coolly. In fact, that is just what I don’t like about him. One never knows what is going on behind that handsome mask of his.”

“Handsome,” she said. “Do you call him handsome?”

“Yes. I should say he was one of the handsomest men of my acquaintance. How could you ever bestow a single glance or thought upon me when ”

Evie placed her hand upon my lips. “You dear, foolish old boy,” she said. “There is only one face in the whole wide world which I think is really handsome, and I have thought so from the first time I caught sight of it.”

There was another interlude in our conversation they were pretty frequent in those days and the subject dropped for a time. It recurred frequently, however, and gradually I perceived that whatever subject we discussed, sooner or later, Mannering’s name was bound to crop up. At first I rather encouraged Evie to talk about him; but, after a while, I discovered that I was ministering to the feeling which I thought had been destroyed. I could not help but notice that, soon after Mannering’s return, Evie’s high spirits became subdued her gaiety less spontaneous. Yet when I asked her whether Mannering’s presence produced any effect upon her, she assured me to the contrary.

Nor did I see how Mannering could possibly exert any influence over her. I took particular care that he should never have a tete-a-tete with her. Sometimes she would not even see him for a couple of days at a time, and when she did, it would be merely for a few minutes, and nearly always in the presence of Colonel Maitland as well as myself.

It appeared to me, indeed, as if Mannering even took pains to avoid seeing much of her; and, though I watched him closely, his bearing was always studiously correct. He was the same insouciant person who had impressed me so favourably upon my first introduction to him. But whether it was owing to the distrust which Evie’s fear of him had impressed upon me, or because I could really see things which had before been hidden from my sight, I certainly did observe about him certain singularities which I had never before remarked. I saw, for instance, that, in speaking of his face as a handsome mask, I had been nearer the truth than I had known. On more than one occasion, while his lips were parted in a genial smile, I observed in his eyes an expression strangely at variance therewith. It was the expression of a cat when it crouches to spring upon a mouse. I have seen that look bent upon my betrothed. I have caught it directed at myself. There was a restlessness, too, which gave the lie to his nonchalant manner. I could see that he forced himself to remain still. His fingers were always busy with something or other.

These were trifles, and equally trivial seemed the sarcasms which he directed at me now and again. These I attributed to the ébullitions of temper, natural enough in a defeated suitor. In my heart I pitied him, for I fancied I knew what a struggle it must have cost him to stand aside and watch a successful rival’s happiness.

As the days passed, a certain constraint appeared to have arisen between Evie and myself. I told myself that the idea was foolish, and yet I knew that it was not so. Mind, I had not the slightest doubt as to the strength of Evie’s love for me. She expressed it clearly, yet there was something drawing us apart, and I began to be afraid.

Towards the middle of June the tension became so great, that I could see the time had arrived when it would be necessary to do something; and, one night, I determined to mention the matter. Accordingly, after dinner, I persuaded Evie to come into the garden, with the intention to speak firmly in my mind. There, however, in the faint light of the summer night, with the sweet scent of the early roses filling the air, I forgot everything in the blissfulness of my lot. We had paced our favourite walk once in silence my heart was too full of delight for speech when, as we retraced our steps, to my surprise, Evie burst suddenly into passionate tears. Some minutes elapsed before I could calm her, and when I managed at last to do so, it needed all my powers of persuasion to get her to confide in me the cause of her outburst. At first she said it was nothing but the hysteria of happiness. Then she asked me, with a fierce clutch on my arm, if I should think her unmaidenly if she asked that our wedding-day should be hastened. We had fixed it for September, so I at once suggested July.

Her mood changed at once. She said she was not feeling well, and that I must not listen to her. But being now thoroughly alarmed at her obviously nervous condition, I questioned her until I elicited from her that all her old dread of Mannering had returned, and with double intensity, in that it was accompanied by a presentiment of disaster to myself.

“Jim,” she said, looking up into my face with eyes which glowed in the faint light like stars, “I shall not feel sure of you until I am with you always. I want to be near you to look after you. Every moment you are absent from my side, I am imagining all sorts of horrible things happening to you. And it is worse to bear, because, it seems to me, that I am the cause of it all.”

I strove to laugh away her fears, but, say what I would, I could not dispel the thought in her mind that some disaster threatened our love. Probing her mind for the foundation of her belief, I was not surprised to find that Mannering had something to do with it.

I did my best to make her mind easy, while determining that I would at once take steps to secure change of air and scene for her at some spot where my late rival should not come. She became tolerably composed at last, and I took her back to the drawing-room, where I was glad to find Mrs. Winter, in whom I recognized a most useful sedative for over-excited nerves.

We had a little music, and with that and the commonplaces of conversation, the evening passed until eleven had struck, and the Colonel’s yawns warned me that the time had arrived for taking my departure.

The Winters and myself had just risen to leave when we heard a hasty step on the gravel outside, and, turning, we saw a man’s figure at one of the French windows opening on to the garden.

“Hullo!” said the Colonel. “Who’s that?”

The new-comer stepped into the room, and, as the light fell upon his face, I recognized Forrest. He nodded to me and turned to the Colonel.

“I trust you will excuse this unceremonious call of mine, Colonel Maitland,” he said. “But I was desirous of seeing Mr. Sutgrove immediately, and I guessed I should find him here.”

“I’ll excuse you, if you will come to the smoking-room and drink Mr. Sutgrove’s health in a whisky-and-seltzer,” replied the Colonel, heartily.

“I don’t think I can spare the time,” said the detective, quietly.

“Nonsense, man! You must drink the health of my future son-in-law!” he declared.

“Most certainly,” remarked Forrest. “I can find time for that, even though ” He paused, and then said, with quiet incisiveness, “Even though the Motor Pirate is upon the road again!”