They reeled back together across the whole width of the path to a place where there was rough grass under their feet. And stood so clasped they made one shadow there. And neither spoke. She could feel the laboring of his breath and the strong, measured beating of his heart, She had never been so close to another human being. The cold went out of her, and the fear.
And then all of a sudden he loosed her and sang out, “Who’s there?”
Rachel, holding to his arm, turned round and saw a lantern bobbing along the track, coming from Whincliff Edge. It spilled its circle of light about a long skirt and a pair of feet which she would have known anywhere. She said weakly, “It’s Louisa,” and sat down upon the grass.
And then there was Louisa, crying over her and fussing, and being told not to fuss with a good deal of energy by Gale. Most of it went over Rachel’s head, for she was really faint now, but neither Gale’s commands nor her own dizziness could entirely arrest the flow of Louisa’s lamentations.
“Oh, my dear Miss Rachel!” She said that several times. And, “I had to come-I was that anxious. Oh, my dear-that it should come to this! And I’d die for you- cheerful and willing-but I can’t stop them-”
“Will you be quiet!” said Gale Brandon. “I want to get your mistress home. Put that lantern down and help me to take the rope off her!”
She had not realized that it was partly the linen strip cutting in under her arms and across her chest that was making her faint, but when it was gone and she could take a deep, full breath again her senses cleared.
Gale lifted her up.
“Can you stand?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Walk?”
His arm was round her, the arm to whose strength she owned her life. It felt very strong.
She said, “Oh, yes,” again.
“That’s fine. Then we’ll be going. Louisa, you go on ahead with the lantern. No, not that way. I’ve got my car up at Nanny’s cottage. I don’t want her to walk farther than she need. Pick up that torch and come along!”
Actually, the movement did Rachel good. Her shoulders and arms had been numb, but the feeling came back to them. She was sore and bruised, but had no real hurt. She had not yet begun to think.
But when they came to the car and he had sent Louisa in to tell Nanny she was safe, she clung to his arm as if it was all she had to trust to.
“I’d like to sit in front with you.”
“I’d like to have you, but I thought you’d be more comfortable at the back-you can lean right into the corner.”
“No-I don’t want to-I want to stay with you.”
He frowned at the fear in her voice. He said,
“Why are you afraid? There’s nothing to be frightened of now.” He put his arm round her and said insistently, “Is there?”
Before she had time to answer Louisa came out of the cottage.
He was frowning in the dark beside her all the way to Whincliff Edge.
Chapter Sixteen
In her room Rachel reviewed the damage, and decided that it might have been much worse. She was bruised and she was scratched, but that was the worst of it.
“And you’ll go straight to your bed, Miss Rachel, and not see no one,” said Louisa tearfully.
Rachel considered. She could say that she had had a fall, and either go to bed or sit comfortably here by the fire. But she wondered if it would be humanly possible to keep Mabel out of her room, because if it meant a tête-à-tête with Mabel, she would rather confront the whole family and have done with it. Also she wanted to see Miss Silver.
She stood warm and relaxed from her bath and looked thoughtfully at Louisa.
“What I’d like to do, Louie, would be to have my dinner here quietly by the fire in my dressing-gown with Noisy. I don’t want to go to bed a bit, but I don’t feel like bothering to dress-or talk. That’s the thing-do you think you can keep the family out?”
Louisa nodded fiercely.
“Indeed I can, my dear, if I have to lock the door on you and take away the key.” She came close, picked up one of Rachel’s hands, and held it against her cheek. “Oh, my dear, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you-you know that.”
Rachel drew her hand away with a little shiver.
“I know, Louie.” She sank into the big chair and leaned back gratefully.
But Louisa stood her ground.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what happened, Miss Rachel?”
Rachel steeled herself. A scene with Louie now-oh, no!
“I had a fall,” she said. “I went over the edge of the cliff, and Mr. Brandon pulled me up. It was horrid, but it’s over. I’m not hurt, and I don’t want to go on talking about it.”
Louisa did not speak. She wasn’t crying any longer. She said harshly,
“You’re shutting yourself up from me. Do you think I don’t know the devil’s work when I see it? How did you get over the cliff-will you tell me that? You that know every foot of that path like this room! Mr. Brandon pulled you up. Did he push you over?”
Rachel laughed. It was lovely to be able to laugh.
“Don’t be stupid, Louie!”
“Oh, yes, I’m stupid, Miss Rachel-stupid to care like I do. But someone pushed you-you’d not have fallen else. And you think it couldn’t be Mr. Brandon, because he’s made you believe he’s fond of you.”
Rachel lifted her head.
“That will do, Louie. You had better not go too far. Now bring me my block and a pencil. I want to write a note.”
The note was to Miss Silver. It said:
“Make an excuse and come to my room as soon after dinner as you think wise. Louisa will show you where it is.”
Presently Caroline came tapping at the door. Rachel let her in for five minutes, and told her not to tell Mabel. She thought the girl looked pale and troubled.
“Is anything the matter, Caroline?”
Her hand was taken and kissed.
“Just you, darling. You mustn’t go falling about on the cliffs. Are you sure you’re all right?”
Rachel said suddenly, “What have you done with the green scarf Mabel gave you?”
Caroline drew back, startled.
“Darling-why?”
“Did you wear it yesterday? Yesterday afternoon-on the cliffs?”
Caroline stared.
“I walked up to meet Richard. I didn’t wear the scarf. I don’t like it very much-it’s too bright. Why, darling?”
“Someone saw a girl in a green scarf, and I wondered if it was you.”
Caroline looked puzzled.
“Anyone can have a green scarf.”
Miss Silver arrived at a little after nine o’clock. By the time she came Rachel was wishing that she need not see her until the morning. She had been sitting there by the fire in a curious atmosphere of safety and contentment, because she was quite sure now that Gale Brandon loved her. He loved her, Rachel Treherne, and no one else. And she loved him. Without a spoken word, with no more than a rough, insistent clasp, he had made her sure. Her heart was bright with a steady flame of happiness. No wonder the thought of talking to Miss Silver struck a jarring note.
But even as she crossed the room with Noisy frisking beside her and unlocked the door, her mood changed, because it was not just her life that was being attacked, it was this new happiness. And it was worth fighting for.
She meant to fight.
Miss Silver came into the room in the kind of garment affected by elderly ladies who frequent boarding-houses. It was quite obviously a summer dress that had been dyed black. Some jet trimming now adorned the neck and wrists. A long, old-fashioned gold chain descended into her lap as she took the chair on the other side of the fire. Her neat, abundant hair was tightly controlled by an unusually firm net. She wore black Cashmere stockings and glacé shoes with beaded toes. A broad old-fashioned gold bracelet set with a carbuncle encircled her left wrist, and a formidable brooch with a design of Prince of Wales’ feathers carried out in hair and seed pearls and surrounded by a plaited border of black enamel also picked out with pearls hung like a targe upon her bosom. She carried a black satin work-bag turned back with bright rose-pink. Rachel felt it would be quite impossible that anyone should suspect her of being a detective. She had almost to close her eyes before she could believe it herself.