"Let him. It"s time. We can"t do anything."

"We might try."

"What?"

"Go there before damage is done, bring him home."

"And make ourselves ridiculous."

"Oh, that--! I don"t care."

"Well, _I_ do. You"ve got to let this problem work itself out, Pope.

It"s gone too far. He"s on the brink of disillusionment. Let it come, no matter how or what."

"But violence--!"

"Let it come. Better a violence which may cure than this quiet madness that is eating his soul away."

"But Lloyd! Jerry"s strength! He might kill the brute."

"Don"t fear. If the man would fight Jerry might do him damage. But he"ll run, Pope. You can"t kill a bounder. The breed is resilient."

"I"m afraid."

"You needn"t be. This is the turning point of his affair."

"Perhaps. But in which way will it turn?"

"Wait."

I was helpless. Against my own judgment I did as he bade. We waited.

We sat upon the terrace for awhile with the ladies, Jack reading aloud. Una made no comment upon Jerry"s absence and gave no sign of her prescience of anything unusual, except the frequent turning of her head toward the house or toward the paths within the range of her vision, as though she hoped every moment that Jerry might appear. The shadows lengthened. Jack challenged the girl to a game of tennis and even offered to play in the double court against us both, but neither of us was willing. I think she knew where Jerry had gone and, like me, was frightened. It was a miserable afternoon. As the dinner hour approached the ladies retired to dress and I gave a sigh of relief. In my anxious state of mind the burden of entertaining them had weighed heavily upon me. It had occurred to me that Una"s mother might have thought it strange that Jerry should have left them so suddenly without excuses, for he owed them an explanation at least. I think some inkling of an unusual situation had entered Mrs. Habberton"s mind, for when dinner was nearly over and her host had not appeared, she made a vague remark about a letter that had come in the morning which might oblige her to curtail her visit, a tactful antic.i.p.ation of any situation which might make their stay impossible. The evening dragged hopelessly and the ladies retired early, while at the foot of the stair I made some fatuous remark about Jerry"s possibly having been summoned to town. The "good-nights" were said with an excess of cheerfulness on Una"s part and my own which did nothing to conceal from either of us the real nature of our anxiety.

Jack and I smoked in the library, discussing every phase of the situation. The coming of night without a word or a sign from the boy had made us both a prey to the liveliest fears. Something had happened to Jerry--What? He had been wild, determined. I could not forget his look. It was the same expression I had seen at Madison Square Garden when he had made his insensate effort to knock Clancy out--a narrow glitter of the eyes, brute-keen and directed by a mind made crafty by desperation. Weary of surmises, at last we relapsed into silence, trying to read. Jack at last dozed over his book and, unable longer to remain seated, I got up, went outside and walked around the house again and again. The garage tempted me. Jerry"s machine was inside.

Unknown to Jack I would go myself to Briar Hills and see Miss Gore.

She would know.

There was a light in the window. I turned the k.n.o.b and entered. As I did so someone stooping rose and faced me. It was Jerry, a terrible figure, his clothes torn and covered with dirt, his hair matted and hanging over his eyes, which gleamed somberly out of dark circles. He had a wrench in his hand. For a moment in my timidity and uncertainty I thought him mad and about to strike me with it. But he made no move toward me and only hung his head like a whipped dog.

"_You_, Roger?"

"What has happened. Jerry?"

"Nothing. Don"t ask."

"But Jack and I have been sitting up for you. We"ve been worried."

"I know. But it couldn"t be helped. Just don"t ask me anything, Roger."

I was glad enough to have him safe and apparently quite sane. I don"t know why I should have considered his sanity at that moment of peculiar importance unless because my own mind had been all the afternoon and evening so colored with the impression of his last appearance. I had become so used to the sense of strain, of tension in his condition of mind, that the quiet, rather submissive tone of his voice affected me strangely. It seemed almost as if the disease was pa.s.sing, that his fever was abated.

"I won"t ask you anything, if you don"t like, but I think you"d better come to the house and get a hot bath and to bed."

He remained silent for a long moment.

"I"m not going to the house, Roger. I"m going--"

He paused again.

"Going! Where?" I asked.

"I don"t know just yet. Away from here, from New York--at once."

"But I can"t let you go without--"

He held up his hand and I paused.

"Don"t talk, Roger," he said quickly. "Don"t question and don"t talk.

It won"t do any good. I had hoped I shouldn"t see you. I was waiting--waiting until the lights went out."

"But I couldn"t."

"Please!" he said quietly, and then went on.

"I was going to get some things and go during the night. Now you"ll have to help me. Tell Christopher to pack a bag--just a clean suit and linen--and bring it here--And--and that"s all." He held out his hand with a sober smile. "Good-by, Roger," he finished.

"But I can"t let you go like this."

"You"ve got to. Don"t worry. I"m all right. I"m not going to make a fool of myself--or--or drink or anything. I"ve got to be alone--to do some thinking. I"ll write you. Good-by."

"But Una! What shall I say?"

"Una!" He turned away and bent his head. "My G.o.d!" he said and then repeated the words below his breath, almost like a prayer, and then, turning, with a wild gesture, "Tell her anything, Roger. Say I"m all right but I can"t see her. Say I had a telegram--called West on a Railroad matter--anything. Now go."

He caught me by the hand with a crushing grip while he pushed me toward the door.

"You will not--?"

"I"m all right, quite. Don"t fear for me. I"ll come back--soon. Now go, old chap. I"ll wait for Christopher here. Hurry, please."

He spoke kindly but sharply. I could see that argument was of no avail. His mind was made up and with Jerry that was final. Whatever had happened--and from his appearance I suspected a soul-wrenching struggle--he was at least for the present physically safe and entirely sane. But it was with serious misgivings that I slipped past the somnolent Jack and upstairs to Jerry"s room, where I found Christopher and together we packed a bag, descending by the back stairs, where I took the bag from Christopher"s hand and sent him to bed.

In a moment I was in the garage with Jerry.

"Oh, _you_--!" he frowned.

"Let me go with you at least as far as town," I pleaded.

"No," gruffly. "No one." He threw the bag into the car and clambered quickly in.