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mere primitive man, who had suc
ceeded in carrying off the w-oman
he meant to mate and wag prepared
to hold her at all costs,
“I told you I would compel you,’
ho said doggedly. “That I would
let nothing in the world stand be
tween you and me- I meant
every word I said, You’ve up
out now — except marriage
me.”
| “No—no! Not that!” The poig-
■ nacy of that caught-back cry
wrenched the words from his lips
in hurrjting, vehement disclaimer.
“You’ll be perfectly safe—as safe
as though you were my sister. Don’t
look like that . . . Jean! Jean!
. Could you imagine that I would
>—my
CHAPTER XXVI
Jean had lived long enough in
Devonshire by this time to know the
risks of being caught in a mis"t on
Dartmoor, and she sped out of the
room, intending to go to the garage
and warn Burke that he must hurry.
He met her on the threshold of thej y0^y.pu“wlwm T worship—m:
bungalow, and she turned hack1 little white dove?>« lThe wcrds rush.
with him into the room she had just e(j out in a toi^ent
quitted. [ S]iaken and
“Are you ready?” she asked eag-1 «.Before God) uu. 1UU
erly. “There’s a regular moor mist.ly safe> Jean svveete-st,
coming on. The sooner we start the
better.” • „■ _ _ ___ _ Vilo.He looked at her oddly. lie was.iove jn Gie wiroie -world could hold
rather pale and his eyes were-cur- you/> He was silent a moment; then
iously bright. as Gie tension in her face- relaxed,
“The car won’t budge,” he said he went on; ,.But the worl(J Won,t
I ve been tinkering at her all this know that!” The- note of tenderness
time to no purpose/’ | was gone now, swept away by the
Jean stared at him, a vague ap- resurgence of a fierce relentlessness
prehension of disagreeable possibil- —'triumphant, implacable—'that
ities presenting itself to her mind. nieant winning at all costs. “The
I world won’t know that,” he repeat-
,p +i,~ . “After to-night, for your own
! sake—because a wonman’s reputa-
repeated. ^j0n cannot stand the breath of
, you’ll be compelled to
marry me. You’ll have no choice.
. Jean stood quite still, s-taring in . [ front of her. Once lier lips moved
but no sound came from them.
Slowly, laboriously almost, she was
realising exactly what had happened
her mind adjusting itself to the re
cognition of the trail in which she
had been caught.
Her dream had come true, after
!—horibly, inconceivably true.
The heavy silence which had fall-
hoarse and
passionately tender,
no! You’ll be utter-
. . . . , beloved—I
swear it!” His voice steadied and
deepened. “Sacred as the purest
tremely awkward one if the car re- ed>
mained recalcitrant!
“Won’t budge?” stie ___
“But you must make it budge, /Candal~
Geoffrey. We can’t—we c“’t
here you know! What’s gone wrong
with it?" ’ * i . j
Burke launched out into a string
of technicalities
with a confused
mechanism of a
invention of the
pressly for the chastening of human
nature, but from which she .succeed-!
ed in gathering the bare skeleton all
fact that something had gone rad-1 '
ically wrong with the car’s running en seemed suddenly filled with the
dream-Burke’s voice—mocking and
, exultant.
we to do?” she asked’ ‘ . . . you’ll he stamped with the
It’s too
. . it’s
can’t stay
which left Jean
feeling that the
motor must be an
devil designed ex-
powers.
• Her apprehensions quickened.
i, “What are
blankly.
“Make the
console each
lightly.
She frowned a little. It did not,
seem to her quite the moment for
jesting.
“Don’t
phe said
get back
do?”
“I can’t do anything more than
I’ve done. Here we are and here
we’ve got to stay.
“You know that’s impossible,” she
said, in a quick, low voice.
He looked at her with a sudden
■devil-may-care glint in his eyes.
“You can never tell beforehand
whether, things are impossibde or
not. I know I used to think that
"heaven on earth was-—impossible,”
"he said“slowly. “I’m not so sure
mow.” He drew a step nearer her
■“Would you mind so dreadfully if'might have regretted the share she
we had to stay here, little Miss and taken in the proceedings, small
Prunes-and-Prisms?” 'as it had been. She was not a man,
Jean stared at him in amazement, half-crazed by. love;’ in whose pas-
—in amazement which slowly turn- j sion-blurred vision nothing counted
•ed to incredulous horror as a sudden save the winning of the one woman,
almost unbelievable idea flashed in- nor had she known Burke’s plan in
to her mind, kindled -into being by jits entirety.
“Yes, Judy sent the wire,” he
said. “But give her so much cred
it, .she didn’t know that I intend
ed—this. She only knew that I
best of a bad job—and
other,” he suggested
mark of the beast for ever,
late to try and mn away,
too late”.
he ridiculous,- Geoffery,” j
sharplly. “We’ve golf to'
somehow. What can. you
CHAPTER XXVII
Into the Mist
“Then the telegram—that
gram from Judy—I suppose
was all part of the plan?”
Jean-felt the futility of the
tion even while she asked it.
answer was so inevitable.
‘‘Yds!,’—’briefly. “I know
Judy meant staying the night
lier friends before she went away
She sent the wjre-—because I asked
her to.”
“Judy
There
anguish
tele-
that
ques-
The
that
with
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her friend^.
Burke had IfeVey DiSSh more mis
taken in his caMUatioW than when
lie counted upon forcing her hand
by the mere feai' of scandal. But
none the less he held her—and her
in the meshes of a fne greater and
mote binding net, had liO but real
ised It.
Looking back upon ’the episode
from which her present predicament
sprung, Jean could almost have
found it In her heart to smile at the
relative importance which, at the
time, that same incident had assum
ed in her eyes,
It had .seemed to her, then, that
for Blaise ever to hear that she had
been locked in a room with Burke
had spent an uncounted' houi' or sc
with him dt the ‘honeymooners’ inn
would be the uttermost calamity
that cold befall Ler.
He would never believe ’that it;
had been by no will of hers—so she
had thought at the time—and that
fierce lover’s jealousy which had
Mcivxc juu * been the origin of tlielr quarrel, and
know. But I want you to' reafike | of the subsequent mutual misxjnder-
just what it means and to promfee standings and aloofness, would be rmTcrarT tri froeli H-Pa fPnvS! Trfst rXfa+Tns.P
way
with
The imperious decision of his
used her fighting spirit.
you imagine,” she broke out
scornfully, “that— after -this
would ever marry you? . .
wouldn’t marry you if you were the
I last map on .earth! I’d die sooner!’
I “I daresay you would," he. return-
wanted another chance of seeing fed composedly. “You’ve top much
ycu alone—of asking you tis be" my grit to be afraid of death, Only, you
wife, and I told hex* that you Would- see, that doesn’t happen to. Be the
n’t come up to the bunalow unless alternative,
you believed that she would be
there too. it didn’t think you'd
trust yourself alone with me again
—after
—with.
“No.
“So
i
did that?”- *
was such an immeasurable)
of "reproach in
quick-spoken whisper
the low
that Burke
that afterpoon at the inn.”
blunt candour.
I shouldn’t have done.”
you see I has to think of
something——some way. And it was
you yourself who suggested this
method.”
“I?”—incredulously,
"“Yes-. Don’t you remember what
you told me that day I drove you
back from Dartmoor?—‘A woman’s
happiness depends upon her repu
tation/ ”
She looked at him quickly, recall
ing the scattered details of that af
ternoon—•Burke's gibes at wha't he
believed to be her fear of' gossiping
tongues and her own answer to? his
taunts: “No woman can afford’, to
ignore scandal.” And’ then, follow
ing upon that, his sudden, curious
absorption in his own shoughts.
The remembrance- of it aH was like
a torchlight flashed into,
p'ace, illuminating wliat had been:
hidden and inscruta’le.. She spoke
swiftly-.
“And it was- then—tlint afternoon)
—you thought of this?”
He bent Iris head.
“Yes;.”' he acknowledged.
. Jean was silent.. It was*
now—penetratihgly so\.
“A!nd the HoUfords?
any such people?”' she- asked’
ily..
She scarcely knew what prompted
1 her to put so purposeless and unim
portant a question-.. Actually, she
felt- no interest at a-lT th tube-- answer.
It could n-ot make tlie least differ
ence to her present circumstances.
Perhaps- ft was a little the. feeling
that this- trumpery process of ques
tion and", answer .served to- postpone-
the enevi'tahle moment when she
must fhce the situation in which she
j found herself—face it iir- its simple
'crudeness, denuded • of' unessential
whys and’ wherefores. |
“Oh,. ye"s, the' Holfor^s are- quite-!
r^a.1,”*. answered Burke., /“And so ■
is tlie pl'an for an expedition to one
of the tors by moonlight. >iji , (
will be carried out to-morrow night
instead pf to-night-.. Tonight is; fi®r.
the settlement between, you and me. '
The strained expression of utter;
1 sheeted incredulity was*, gradually;
■leaving Jean’s face-.. The unreal; was'
roui, _ ..
“Do
The alternative’ is a
smirched reputation, Tarnislied a
little—after tonight—even if you
marry me; dragged utterly in the
mire if you refuse. I’m putting" It
before you with brutal frankness1, I
roused to fresh life, and Tris distrust
Of' her become something- infinitely
more difficult to combat..
But, compared with' the great
present situation which confronted'
her, tlie happenings of that past day
fa'ded into firsignificance;. She stood
added'/ with the sudden tormented now, face to- face with a cliofee such
impulse of a trapped thing to hurt I ics- surely few women had’ been forc-
back.
“You don’t really- believe that,”
—impetuously—“T know—I know I
could make you liappy! You'd be
the one woman- ire tlie world to me
And I don’t think”—more quietly—
“that you coujd' endure- a slurred
name, Jean?/’’
She made no- answer;. Every word
he spoke only made' it more salient-
that you”! be my wife before it’s ton
late—while- I can still get you back
, to Staple during the hours of pro-
i priety”—smiling grimly1*
I “Even a tarnished reputation’
might be preferrable to marriage
with you—more endurable,” she
ed" to- make.
Whichever way she decided, and
whichever of the two alternatives
she accepted1, her happiness must
pay- the price.. Nothing; she* could
ever say- or do, afterwardk,’ would
set" lier-right fn the eyes oftlYe man
whose belief in her meant1 every
thing. Whither she agreed to. marry
Burke; retinmihg home in tlire odour
of sanctity within the next livrur ora darkiiy clear to lier-that- she-was caught „ na uaiKji t___a -----a __j. web so’ or whether she refused and re-
Are
;—bound hand and' foot in
from which there'was- no- escape. Yet
little as Burke guessed" it,, the, act
ual question of .“what people would
say” did not trouble'lrer* to' any great
extent. She was-\ too much her
father’s own daughter Co permit a
mere matter of reputation to force
lier into a distasteful- marriage.
Not that she- mi'nimsed’ the value
of good repute-. iSlie Aya'S" perfectly
aware that if site' refused' to marry
Burke, and he carried •out lii's threat
of detaining her- at' tire- bungalow
until ’ the following morning, she
would have a heavy penalty to pay
—the utmost penalty- wliich a sus
picious world exacts- from a woman
even though she may be- essentially
iirirocent, in whose1 past there lurks
1 a. questionable episode.
But she hat[ courage1 enough tc
face- the consequences- of’ that refus
al, to stand up to idle-clatter- of pois-;
- onous tongues that must ensue; and
I trust enough ^to bank on the loyalty
of her real friends, knowing it
I would, be the same* splendid loyalty
J that she herself would have given
■Only^ik t0 any one oi’ tkem in like circum-
1 stances. For Jean* was. a woman
who won more than? mere lip-service
(fromi those who ca.ir.ed! themselves
■I
clear:
there
drear-
turned1 tlie' next'morning—firre;. but
with the incontrovertible fart of a,
night" spent at Burke’s bungalow
alone with liim’, behind her, Blaise
would” never trust or believe'ire her
love foT him again.
And” if she pomised to marry
Burke- and” so- save her reputation
it must automatically meaji the end
of everything between herself and
the man* she l’oved—the dropping o?
an iron- curtain compared with
which tlie'wall" Built up out of" their
frequent misunderstandings
past seemed something as
and as' easily demolished as
house.
(To be Continued)
felt glad Judith was not there to becoming real, and' she knew now
Had it been otherwise, she what she was up against; the hardhear it.
the leaping, half-exultant note ini
his tones.
“Geoffery------” Her lips moved
stiffly, and, even to herself her voice
sounded strange and hoarse. “Ge-of-
fery, I don’t believe there is any
thing wrong with the -car at all . .
Or if there is, you’ve tampered with
it on purpose . . . You’re not being
straight with me------”
She broke off, her startled gaze
searching his face as though she
would ring the truth from him. Her
eyes were very wide and dilated,
but back -of the anger that blazed
in them lurked fearl—stark fear.
For a moment Burke was silent.
Then he spoke with a quiet delib
eration that held something omin
ous, inexorable, in its very calm.
“You’re right,” he said slowly.
“I’ve not been straight with you.
But I’ll be frank with you now. The
whole thing—asking you to come
here today, the moonlight expedition
for to-night—-everything—was all
fixed up, planned solely to get you
here. The car won’t run for the
simple reason that I’ve put it out of
action. I wasn’t quite sure whether
you could drive a car, you see!”
- “I can’t,” said Jean. Her voice
was quite expressionless.
“No? So rntich the better, then,
But I wasn’t going to have any weak
link in the chain by which I hold
you.”
“By which you hold me?” She
peated dully. She felt stunned, in
capable of protest, only able to
peat, parrot-fashion, the words
had just used,
“Yes. Don*t you understand
the position? It’s clear enough, I
should think!” He laughed a little
recklessly. “Either yen promise to
marry me* in which case I’ll take
you home at once—the car’s not
damaged beyond repair—or you
stay here, here at the bungalow with
to-morrow morning.”
sharp cry she retreated
her face ash-white,
reckless quality of Burke’s voice left
her no illusions-..
“Geoffery,” she said quietly, ‘‘you
won’t really do this thing?’ .
If she had hoped to move him by
a simple, straightforward appeal to
the best that might be in him, she
failed completely. For the mom
ent, all that was good in him, any
thing chivalrous which the helpless-
, ness of her womanhood might have
invoked, was in abeyance. He was a
iir the
trifTing-
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