65 Short Stories (160 page)

“Telephone when you’re starting so that I shall know when to expect you,” she said.

“‘All right,” I said, “but you know I shan’t be able to come with them. It’s my day for going to Lahad.”

This was a town that I had to go to once a week to take cases. It was a good way off and one had to ferry across a river, which took some time, so that I never got back till late. There were a few Europeans there and a club. I generally had to go on there for a bit to be sociable and see that things were getting along all right

“Besides,” I added, “with Tim bringing his wife home for the first time I don’t suppose he’ll want me about. But if you’d like to ask me to dinner I’ll be glad to come to that”

‘Olive smiled.

“I don’t think it’ll be my place to issue any more invitations, will it?” she said. “You must ask the bride.”

‘She said this so lightly that my heart leaped. I had a feeling that at last she had made up her mind to accept the altered circumstances and, what was more, was accepting them with cheerfulness. She asked me to stay to dinner. Generally I left about eight and dined at home. She was very sweet, almost tender, and I was happier than I’d been for weeks. I had never been more desperately in love with her. I had a couple of gin pahits and I think I was in rather good form at dinner. I know I made her laugh. I felt that at last she was casting away the load of misery that had oppressed her. That was why I didn’t let myself be very much disturbed by what happened at the end.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you were leaving a presumably maiden lady?” she said.

‘She spoke in a manner that was so quietly gay that I answered without hesitation:

“Oh, my dear, if you think you’ve got a shred of reputation left you deceive yourself You’re surely not under the impression that the ladies of Sibuku don’t know that I’ve been coming to see you every day for a month. The general feeling is that if we’re not married it’s high time we were. Don’t you think it would be just as well if I broke it to them that we’re engaged?”

“Oh, Mark, you mustn’t take our engagement very seriously,” she said. ‘I laughed.

“How else do you expect me to take it? It is serious.” ‘She shook her head a little.

“‘No. I was upset and hysterical that day. You were being very sweet to me. I said yes because I was too miserable to say no. But now I’ve had time to collect myself Don’t think me unkind. I made a mistake. I’ve been very much to blame. You must forgive me.”

“Oh, darling, you’re talking nonsense. You’ve got nothing against me.”

‘She looked at me steadily. She was quite calm. She had even a little smile at the back of her eyes.

“I can’t marry you. I can’t marry anyone. It was absurd of me ever to think I could.”

‘I didn’t answer at once. She was in a queer state and I thought it better not to insist.

“I suppose I can’t drag you to the altar by main force,” I said.

‘I held out my hand and she gave me hers. I put my arm round her, and she made no attempt to withdraw. She suffered me to kiss her as usual on her cheek.

‘Next morning I met the train. For once in a way it was punctual. Tim waved to me as his carriage passed the place where I was standing, and by the time I had walked up he had already jumped out and was handing down his wife. He grasped my hand warmly.

“‘Where’s Olive?” he said, with a glance along the platform. “This is Sally.”

‘I shook hands with her and at the same time explained why Olive was not there.

“It was frightfully early, wasn’t it?” said Mrs Hardy. ‘I told them that the plan was for them to come and have a bit of breakfast at my house and then drive home.

“I’d love a bath,” said Mrs Hardy.

“‘You shall have one,” I said.

‘She was really an extremely pretty little thing, very fair, with enormous blue eyes and a lovely little straight nose. Her skin, all milk and roses, was exquisite. A little of the chorus girl type, of course, and you may happen to think that rather namby-pamby, but in that style she was enchanting. We drove to my house, they both had a bath and Tim a shave; I just had two minutes alone with him. He asked me how Olive had taken his marriage. I told him she’d been upset.

“I was afraid so,” he said, frowning a little. He gave a short sigh. “I couldn’t do anything else.”

‘I didn’t understand what he meant. At that moment Mrs Hardy joined us and slipped her arm through her husband’s. He took her hand in his and gently pressed it. He gave her a look that had in it something pleased and humorously affectionate, as though he didn’t take her quite seriously, but enjoyed his sense of proprietorship and was proud of her beauty. She really was lovely. She was not at all shy, she asked me to call her Sally before we’d known one another ten minutes, and she was quick in the uptake. Of course, just then she was excited at arriving. She’d never been East and everything thrilled her. It was quite obvious that she was head over heels in love with Tim. Her eyes never left him and she hung on his words. We had a jolly breakfast and then we parted. They got into their car to go home and I into mine to go to Lahad. I promised to go straight to the estate from there and in point of fact it was out of my way to pass by my house. I took a change with me. I didn’t see why Olive shouldn’t like Sally very much, she was frank and gay, and ingenuous; she was extremely young, she couldn’t have been more than nineteen, and her wonderful prettiness couldn’t fail to appeal to Olive. I was just as glad to have had a reasonable excuse to leave the three of them by themselves for the day, but as I started out from Lahad I had a notion that by the time I arrived they would all be pleased to see me. I drove up to the bungalow and blew my horn two or three times, expecting someone to appear. Not a soul. The place was in total darkness. I was surprised. It was absolutely silent. I couldn’t make it out. They must be in. Very odd, I thought. I waited a moment, then got out of the car and walked up the steps. At the top of them I stumbled over something. I swore and bent down to see what it was; it had felt like a body. There was a cry and I saw it was the amah. She shrank back cowering as I touched her and broke into loud wails.

“‘What the hell’s the matter?” I cried, and then I felt a hand on my arm and heard a voice: Tuan, Tuan. I turned and in the darkness recognized Tim’s head boy. He began to speak in little frightened gasps. I listened to him with horror. What he told me was unspeakable. I pushed him aside and rushed into the house. The sitting-room was dark. I turned on the light. The first thing I saw was Sally huddled up in an arm-chair. She was startled by my sudden appearance and cried out. I could hardly speak. I asked her if it was true. When she told me it was I felt the room suddenly going round and round me. I had to sit down. As the car that bore Tim and Sally drove up the road that led to the house and Tim sounded the klaxon to announce their arrival and the boys and the amah ran out to greet them there was the sound of a shot. They ran to Olive’s room and found her lying in front of the looking-glass in a pool of blood. She had shot herself with Tim’s revolver.

“Is she dead?” I said.

“‘No, they sent for the doctor, and he took her to the hospital.”

‘I hardly knew what I was doing. I didn’t even trouble to tell Sally where I was going. I got up and staggered to the door. I got into the car and told my seis to drive like hell to the hospital. I rushed in. I asked where she was. They tried to bar my way, but I pushed them aside. I knew where the private rooms were. Someone clung to my arm, but I shook him off. I vaguely understood that the doctor had given instructions that no one was to go into the room. I didn’t care about that. There was an orderly at the door; he put out his arm to prevent me from passing. I swore at him and told him to get out of my way. I suppose I made a row, I was beside myself; the door opened and the doctor came out.

“‘Who’s making all this noise?” he said. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

“Is she dead?” I asked.

“‘No. But she’s unconscious. She never regained consciousness. It’s only a matter of an hour or two.”

“I want to see her.”

“‘You can’t.”

“I’m engaged to her.”

“‘You?” he cried, and even at that moment I was aware that he looked at me strangely. “That’s all the more reason.”

‘I didn’t know what he meant. I was stupid with horror.

“‘Surely you can do something to save her,” I cried.

‘He shook his head.

“If you saw her you wouldn’t wish it,” he said.

‘I stared at him aghast. In the silence I heard a man’s convulsive sobbing. “‘Who’s that?” I asked.

“Her brother.”

‘Then I felt a hand on my arm. I looked round and saw it was Mrs Sergison. “My poor boy,” she said, “I’m so sorry for you.”

“‘What on earth made her do it?” I groaned.

“Come away, my dear,” said Mrs Sergison. “You can do no good here.”

“‘No, I must stay,” I said.

“Well, go and sit in my room,” said the doctor.

‘I was so broken that I let Mrs Sergison take me by the arm and lead me into the doctor’s private room. She made me sit down. I couldn’t bring myself to realize that it was true. I thought it was a horrible nightmare from which I must awake. I don’t know how long we sat there. Three hours. Four hours. At last the doctor came in.

“It’s all over,” he said.

‘Then I couldn’t help myself, I began to cry. I didn’t care what they thought of me. I was so frightfully unhappy.

‘We buried her next day.

‘Mrs Sergison came back to my house and sat with me for a while. She wanted me to go to the club with her. I hadn’t the heart. She was very kind, but I was glad when she left me by myself I tried to read, but the words meant nothing to me. I felt dead inside. My boy came in and turned on the lights. My head was aching like mad. Then he came back and said that a lady wished to see me. I asked who it was. He wasn’t quite sure, but he thought it must be the new wife of the tuan at Putatan. I couldn’t imagine what she wanted. I got up and went to the door. He was right. It was Sally. I asked her to come in. I noticed that she was deathly white. I felt sorry for her. It was a frightful experience for a girl of that age and for a bride a miserable homecoming. She sat down. She was very nervous. I tried to put her at her ease by saying conventional things. She made me very uncomfortable because she stared at me with those enormous blue eyes of hers, and they were simply ghastly with horror. She interrupted me suddenly.

“‘You’re the only person here I know,” she said. “I had to come to you. I want you to get me away from here.”

‘I was dumbfounded.

“‘What 
do 
you mean?” I said.

“I don’t want you to ask me any questions. I just want you to get me away. At once. I want to go back to England!”

“But you can’t leave Tim like that just now,” I said. “My dear, you must pull yourself together. I know it’s been awful for you. But think of Tim. If you have any love for him the least you can do is try and make him a little less unhappy.”

“Oh, you don’t know,” she cried. “I can’t tell you. It’s too horrible. I beseech you to help me. If there’s a train tonight let me get on it. If I can only get to Penang I can get a ship. I can’t stay in this place another night. I shall go mad.” ‘I was absolutely bewildered.

“‘Does Tim know?” I asked her.

“I haven’t seen Tim since last night. I’ll never see him again. I’d rather die.” ‘I wanted to gain a little time.

“But how can you go without your things? Have you got any luggage?”

“‘What does that matter?” she cried impatiently. ‘I’ve got what I want for the journey.”

“Have you any money?”

“‘Enough. Is there a train tonight?”

“‘Yes,” I said. “It’s due just after midnight.”

“‘Thank God. Will you arrange everything? Can I stay here till then?”

“‘You’re putting me in a frightful position,” I said. “I don’t know what to do for the best. You know, it’s an awfully serious step you’re taking.”

“If you knew everything you’d know it was the only possible thing to do.”

“It’ll create an awful scandal here. I don’t know what people’ll say. Have you thought of the effect on Tim?” I was worried and unhappy. “God knows I don’t want to interfere in what isn’t my business. But if you want me to help you I ought to know enough to feel justified in doing so. You must tell me what’s happened.”

“I can’t. I can only tell you that I know everything.”

‘She hid her face with her hands and shuddered. Then she gave herself a shake as though she were recoiling from some frightful sight.

“He had no right to marry me. It was monstrous.”

‘And as she spoke her voice rose shrill and piercing. I was afraid she was going to have an attack of hysterics. Her pretty doll-like face was terrified and her eyes stared as though she could never close them again.

“‘Don’t you love him any more?” I asked.