Ailsa Paige | Page 2

insolent laugh, "that's what I came
here to find out!"
The man at the table laid both hands on the edge of the cloth and partly
rose from his chair, then fell back solidly, in silence, but his intent gaze
never left the other's bloodless face.
"Send away your servants, Colonel Arran!" said the young man in a
voice now labouring under restraint. "We'll settle this matter now."
The other made as though to speak twice; then, with an effort, he
motioned to the butler.
What he meant by the gesture perhaps he himself scarcely realised at
the moment.
The butler instantly signalled to Pim, the servant behind Colonel
Arran's chair, and started forward with a furtive glance at his master;
and the young man turned disdainfully to confront him.
"Will you retire peaceably, sir?"
"No, but you will retire permanently if you touch me. Be very careful."
Colonel Arran leaned forward, hands still gripping the table's edge:
"Larraway!"
"Sir?"
"You may go."
The small gray eyes in the pock-pitted face stole toward young Berkley,
then were cautiously lowered.

"Very well, sir," he said.
"Close the drawing-room doors. No--this way. Go out through the
pantry. And take Pim with you."
"Very well, sir."
"And, Larraway!"
"Sir?"
"When I want you I'll ring. Until then I don't want anybody or anything.
Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"That is all."
"Thank you, sir."
The great mahogany folding doors slid smoothly together, closing out
the brilliant drawing-room; the door of the butler's pantry clicked.
Colonel Arran slowly wheeled in his place and surveyed his unbidden
guest:
"Well, sir," he said, "continue."
"I haven't yet begun."
"You are mistaken, Berkley; you have made a very significant
beginning. I was told that you are this kind of a young man."
"I am this kind of a young man. What else have you been told?"
Colonel Arran inspected him through partly closed and heavy eyes; "I
am further informed," he said, that at twenty-four you have already
managed to attain bankruptcy."

"Perfectly correct. What other items have you collected concerning
me?"
"You can retrace your own peregrinations if you care to. I believe they
follow a vicious circle bisecting the semi-fashionable world, and
the--other. Shall we say that the expression, unenviable notoriety,
summarises the reputation you have acquired?"
"Exactly," he said; "both kinds of vice, Colonel Arran--respectable and
disreputable."
"Oh! And am I correct in concluding that, at this hour, you stand there a
financially ruined man--at twenty-four years of age----"
"I do stand here; but I'm going to sit down."
He did so, dropped both elbows on the cloth, and balancing his chin on
the knuckles of his clasped hands, examined the older man with
insolent, unchanging gaze.
"Go on," he said coolly, "what else do you conclude me to be?"
"What else is there to say to you, Berkley? You have evidently seen my
attorneys."
"I have; the fat shyster and the bow-legged one." He reached over,
poured himself a glass of brandy from a decanter, then, with an
unpleasant laugh, set it aside untasted.
"I beg your pardon. I've had a hard day of it. I'm not myself," he said
with an insolent shrug of excuse. "At eleven o'clock this morning
Illinois Central had fallen three more points, and I had no further
interest in the market. Then one of your brokers--" He leaned farther
forward on the table and stared brightly at the older man, showing an
edge of even teeth, under the receding upper lip:
"How long have your people been watching me?"
"Long enough to give me what information I required."

"Then you really have had me watched?"
"I have chosen to keep in touch with your--career, Berkley."
Berkley's upper lip again twitched unpleasantly; but, when at length he
spoke, he spoke more calmly than before and his mobile features were
in pallid repose.
"One of your brokers--Cone--stopped me. I was too confused to
understand what he wanted of me. I went with him to your attorneys--"
Like lightning the snarl twitched his mouth again; he made as though to
rise, and controlled himself in the act.
"Where are the originals of those letters?" he managed to say at last.
"In this house."
"Am I to have them?"
"I think so."
"So do I," said the young man with a ghastly smile. "I'm quite sure of
it."
Colonel Arran regarded him in surprise.
"There is no occasion for violence in this house, Berkley."
"Where are the letters?"
"Have you any doubts concerning what my attorneys have told you?
The originals are at your immediate disposal if you wish."
Then Berkley struck the table fiercely, and stood up, as claret splashed
and trembling crystal rang.
"That's all I want of you!" he said. "Do you understand what you've
done? You've killed the last shred