THE LONELY CHORUS GIRL
They stood together upon the platform watching the receding train.
The girl's eyes were filled with tears, but Laverick was conscious of a sense of immense relief. Morrison had been at the station some time before the train was due to leave, and, although a physical wreck, he seemed only too anxious to depart. He had all the appearance of a broken-spirited man. He looked about him on the platform, and even from the carriage, in the furtive way of a criminal expecting apprehension at any moment. The whistle of the train had been a relief as great to him as to Laverick.
We'11 write you to New York, care of Barclays," Laverick called out.
"Good luck, Morrison! Pull yourself tog-ether and make a fresh start.
"Morrison's only reply was a somewhat feeble nod. Laverick had not attempted to shake hands. He felt himself at the last moment, stirred almost to anger by the perfunctory farewell which was all this man had offered to the girl he had treated so inconsiderately.
His thoughts were engrossed upon himself and his own danger. He would not even have kissed her if she had not drawn his face down to hers and whispered a reassuring little message. Laverick turned away. For some reason or other he felt himself shuddering.
Conversation during those last few moments had been increasingly difficult. The train was off at last, however, and they were alone.
The girl drew a long breath, which might very well have been one of relief. They turned silently toward the exit.
"Are you going back home?" Laverick asked.
"Yes," she answered listlessly. "There is nothing else to do.""Isn't it rather sad for you there by yourself?"She nodded.
"It is the first time," she said. "Another girl and her mother have lived with me always. They started off last week, touring.
They are paying a little toward the house or I should have to go into rooms. As it is, I think that it would be more comfortable."Laverick looked at her wonderingly.
"You seem such a child," he said, "to be left all alone in the world like this.""But I am not a child actually, you see," she answered, with an effort at lightness. "Somehow, though, I do miss Arthur's going.
His father was always very good to me, and made him promise that he would do what he could. I didn't see much of him, but one felt always that there was somebody. It's different now. It makes one feel very lonely.""I, too," Laverick said, with commendable mendacity, "am rather a lonely person. You must let me see something of you now and then."She looked up at him quickly. Her gaze was altogether disingenuous, but her eyes - those wonderful eyes - spoke volumes.
"If you really mean it," she said, "I should be so glad.""Supposing we start to-day," he suggested, smiling. "I cannot ask you to lunch, as I have a busy day before me, but we might have dinner together quite early. Then I would take you to the theatre and meet you afterwards, if you liked.""If I liked!" she whispered. "Oh, how good you are.""I am not at all sure about that. Now I'll put you in this taxi and send you home."She laughed.
"You mustn't do anything so extravagant. I can get a 'bus just outside. I never have taxicabs.""Just this morning," he insisted, "and I think he won't trouble you for his fare. You must let me, please. Remember that there's a large account open still between your half-brother and me, so you needn't mind these trifles. Till this evening, then. Shall Ifetch you or will you come to me?""Let me fetch you, if I may," she said. "It isn't nice for you to come down to where I live. It's such a horrid part.""Just as you like," he answered. "I'd be very glad to fetch you if you prefer it, but it would give me more time if you came. Shall we say seven o'clock? I've written the address down on this card so that you can make no mistake."She laughed gayly.
"You know, all the time," she said, "I feel that you are treating me as though I were a baby. I'll be there punctually, and I don't think I need tie the card around my neck."The cab glided off. Laverick caught a glimpse of a wan little face with a faint smile quivering at the corner of her lips as she leaned out for a moment to say good-bye. Then he went back to his rooms, breakfasted, and made his way to his office.
The morning papers had nothing new to report concerning the murder in Crooked Friars' Alley. Evidently what information the police had obtained they were keeping for the inquest. Laverick, from the moment when he entered the office, had little or no time to think of the tragedy under whose shadow he had come. The long-predicted boom had arrived at last. Without lunch, he and all his clerks worked until after six o'clock. Even then Laverick found it hard to leave. During the day, a dozen people or so had been in to ask for Morrison. To all of them he had given the same reply, - Morrison had gone abroad on private business for the firm. Very few were deceived by Laverick's dry statement. He was quite aware that he was looked upon either as one of the luckiest men on earth, or as a financier of consummate skill. The failure of Laverick & Morrison had been looked upon as a certainty. How they had tided over that twenty-four hours had been known to no one - to no one but Laverick himself and the manager of his bank.
Just before four o'clock, the telephone rang at his elbow.
"Mr. Fenwick from the bank, sir, is wishing to speak to you for a moment," his head-clerk announced.
Laverick took up the telephone.
"Yes," he said, "I am Laverick. Good afternoon, Mr. Fenwick!
Absolutely impossible to spare any time to-day. What is it? The account is all right, isn't it?""Quite right, Mr. Laverick," was the answer. "At the same time, if you could spare me a moment I should be glad to see you concerning the deposit you made yesterday.""I will come in to-morrow," Laverick promised. "This afternoon it is quite out of the question. I have a crowd of people waiting to see me, and several important engagements for which I am late already."The banker seemed scarcely satisfied.
"I may rely upon seeing you to-morrow?" he pressed.