Mr. Green leapt back, with a scream of pain, hands to his eyes, and quite unconsciously set himself to play to the life the part of the intrusive old fellow in the comedy. Dancing wildly about the room, his eyes smarting and burning so that he could not open them, he bellowed of hell-fire and other hot things of which he was being so intensely reminded.
"'Twill pass," Mr. Caryll consoled him. "A little water, and all will be well with you." He stepped to the door as be spoke, and flung it open. "Ho, there! Who waits?" he called.
Two or three footmen sprang to answer him. He took Mr. Green, still blind and vociferous, by the shoulders, and thrust him into their care. "This gentleman has had a most unfortunate accident. Get him water to wash his eyes - warm water. So!
Take him. 'Twill pass, Mr. Green. 'Twill soon pass, I assure you."He shut the door upon them, locked it, and turned to Hortensia, smiling grimly. Then he crossed quickly to the desk, and Hortensia followed him. He sat down, and pulled out bodily the bottom drawer on the right inside of the upper part of the desk, as he had seen Lord Ostermore do that day, a little over a week ago. He thrust his hand into the opening, and felt along the sides for some moments in vain. He went over the ground again slowly, inch by inch, exerting constant pressure, until he was suddenly rewarded by a click. The small trap disclosed itself. He pulled it up, and took some papers from the recess. He spread them before him. They were the documents he sought - the king's letter to Ostermore, and Ostermore's reply, signed and ready for dispatch. "These must be burnt," he said, "and burnt at once, for that fellow Green may return, or he may send others. Call Humphries. Get a taper from him."She sped to the door, and did his bidding. Then she returned.
She was plainly agitated. "You must go at once," she said, imploringly. "You must return to France without an instant's delay.""Why, indeed, it would mean my ruin to remain now," he admitted. "And yet - " He held out his hands to her.
"I will follow you," she promised him. "I will follow you as soon as his lordship is recovered, or - or at peace.""You have well considered, sweetheart?" he asked her, holding her to him, and looking down into her gentle eyes.
"There is no happiness for me apart from you."Again his scruples took him. "Tell Lord Ostermore - tell him all," he begged her. "Be guided by him. His decision for you will represent the decision of the world.""What is the world to me? You are the world to me," she cried.
There was a rap upon the door. He put her from him, and went to open. It was Humphries with a lighted taper. He took it, thanked the man with a word, and shut the door in his face, ignoring the fact that the fellow was attempting to tell him something.
He returned to the desk. "Let us make quite sure that this is all," he said, and held the taper so that the light shone into the recess. It seemed empty at first; then, as the light penetrated farther, he saw something that showed white at the back of the cachette. He thrust in his hand, and drew out a small package bound with a ribbon that once might have been green but was faded now to yellow. He set it on the desk, and returned to his search. There was nothing else. The recess was empty. He closed the trap and replaced the drawer. Then he sat down again, the taper at his elbow, Mistress Winthrop looking on, facing him across the top of the secretaire, and he took up the package.
