But more than ever he began to wish that he had stayed in the playground.

When he reached the hall he stood there for some moments in anxious deliberation over his best course of proceeding. His main idea was to lie in wait somewhere for d.i.c.k, and try the result of an appeal to his better feelings to acknowledge his outcast parent and abdicate gracefully.

If that failed, and there was every reason to expect that it would fail, he must threaten to denounce him before the whole party. It would cause a considerable scandal no doubt, and be extremely repugnant to his own feelings, but still he must do it, or frighten d.i.c.k by threatening to do it, and at all hazards he must contrive during the interview to s.n.a.t.c.h or purloin the magic stone; without that he was practically helpless.

He looked round him: the study was piled up with small boys" hats and coats, and in one corner was a kind of refined bar, where till lately a trim housemaid had been dispensing coffee and weak lemonade; she might return at any moment, he would not be safe there.

Nor would the dining-room be more secluded, for in it there was an elaborate supper being laid out by the waiters which, as far as he could see through the crack in the door, consisted chiefly of lobsters, trifle, and pink champagne. He felt a grim joy at the sight, more than he would suffer for this night"s festivities.

As he stole about, with a dismal sense of the unfitness of his sneaking about his own house in this guilty fashion, he became gradually aware of the scent of a fine cigar, one of his own special Cabanas. He wondered who had the impudence to trespa.s.s on his cigar-chest; it could hardly be one of the children.

He traced the scent to a billiard room which he had built out at the side of the house, which was a corner one, and going down to the door opened it sharply and walked in.

Comfortably imbedded in the depths of a long well-padded lounging chair, with a spirit case and two or three bottles of soda water at his elbow, sat a man who was lazily glancing through the _Field_ with his feet resting on the mantelpiece, one on each side of the blazing fire. He was a man of about the middle size, with a face rather bronzed and reddened by climate, a nose slightly aquiline and higher in colour, quick black eyes with an uneasy glance in them, bushy black whiskers, more like the antiquated "Dundreary" type than modern fashion permits, and a wide flexible mouth.

Paul knew him at once, though he had not seen him for some years; it was Paradine, his disreputable brother-in-law--the "Uncle Marmaduke" who, by importing the mysterious Garuda Stone, had brought all these woes upon him; he noticed at once that his appearance was unusually prosperous, and that the braided smoking coat he wore over his evening clothes was new and handsome. "No wonder," he thought bitterly, "the fellow has been living on me for a week!" He stood by the cue-rack looking at him for some time, and then he said with a cold ironic dignity that (if he had known it) came oddly from his boyish lips: "I hope you are making yourself quite comfortable?"

Marmaduke put down his cigar and stared: "Uncommonly attentive and polite of you to inquire," he said at last, with a dubious smile, which showed a row of very white teeth, "whoever you are. If it will relieve your mind at all to know, young man, I"m happy to say I am tolerably comfortable, thanks."

"I--I concluded as much," said Paul, nearly choked with rage.

"You"ve been very nicely brought up," said Uncle Marmaduke, "I can see that at a glance. So you"ve come in here, like me, eh? because the children bore you, and you want a quiet gossip over the world in general? Sit down then, take a cigar, if you don"t think it will make you very unwell. I shouldn"t recommend it myself, you know, before supper--but you"re a man of the world and know what"s good for you. Come along, enjoy yourself till you find yourself getting queer--then drop it."

Mr. Bult.i.tude had always detested the man--there was an underbred swagger and familiarity in his manner that made him indescribably offensive; just now he seemed doubly detestable, and yet Paul by a strong effort succeeded in controlling his temper.

He could not afford to make enemies just then, and objectionable as the man was, his astuteness made him a valuable ally; he determined, without considering the risk of making such a confident, to tell him all and ask his advice and help.

"Don"t you know me, Paradine?"

"I don"t think I have the privilege--you"re one of Miss Barbara"s numerous young friends, I suppose? and yet, now I look at you, you don"t seem to be exactly got up for an evening party; there"s something in your voice, too, I ought to know."

"You ought," said Paul, with a gulp. "My name is Paul Bult.i.tude!"

"To be sure!" cried Marmaduke. "By Jove, then, you"re my young nephew, don"t you know; I"m your long-lost uncle, my boy, I am indeed (I"ll excuse you from coming to my arms, however; I never was good at family embraces). But, I say, you little rascal, you"ve never been asked to these festivities, you ought to be miles away, fast asleep in your bed at school. What in the name of wonder are you doing here?"

"I"ve--left school," said Paul.

"So I perceive. Sulky because they left you out of all this, eh? Thought you"d turn up in the middle of the banquet, like the spectre bridegroom--"the worms they crawled in, and the worms they crawled out,"

eh? Well, I like your pluck, but, ahem--I"m afraid you"ll find they"ve rather an unpleasant way of laying your kind of apparitions."

"Never mind about that," said Paul hurriedly; "I have something I must tell you--I"ve no time to lose. I"m a desperate man!"

"You are," Paradine a.s.sented with a loud laugh, "oh, you are indeed! "a desperate man." Capital! a stern chase, eh? the schoolmaster close behind with the birch! It"s quite exciting, you know, but, seriously, I"m very much afraid you"ll catch it!"

"If," began Mr. Bult.i.tude in great embarra.s.sment, "if I was to tell you that I was not myself at all--but somebody else, a--in fact, an entirely different person from what I seem to you to be--I suppose you would laugh?"

"I beg your pardon," said his brother-in-law politely, "I don"t think I quite catch the idea."

"When I a.s.sure you now, solemnly, as I stand here before you, that I am not the miserable boy whose form I am condemned to--to wear, you"ll say it is incredible?"

"Not at all--by no means, I quite believe you. Only (really it"s a mere detail), but I should rather like to know, if you"re not that particular boy, what other boy you may happen to be. You"ll forgive my curiosity."

"I"m not a boy at all--I"m your own unhappy brother-in-law, Paul! You don"t believe me, I see."

"Oh, pardon me, it"s perfectly clear! you"re not your own son, but your own father--it"s a little confusing at first, but no doubt common enough. I"m glad you mentioned it, though."

"Go on," said Paul bitterly, "make light of it--you fancy you are being very clever, but you will find out the truth in time!"

"Not without external a.s.sistance, I"m afraid," said Paradine calmly. "A more awful little liar for your age I never saw!"

"I"m tired of this," said Paul. "Only listen to reason and common sense!"

"Only give me a chance."

"I tell you," protested Paul earnestly, "it"s the sober awful truth--I"m not a boy, it"s years since I was a boy--I"m a middle-aged man, thrust into this, this humiliating form."

"Don"t say that," murmured the other; "it"s an excellent fit--very becoming, I a.s.sure you."

"Do you want to drive me mad with your clumsy jeers?" cried Paul. "Look at me. Do I speak, do I behave, like an ordinary schoolboy?"

"I really hope not--for the sake of the rising generation," said Uncle Marmaduke, chuckling at his own powers of repartee.

"You are very jaunty to-day--you look as if you were well off," said Paul slowly. "I remember a time when a certain bill was presented to me, drawn by you, and appearing to be accepted (long before I ever saw it) by me. I consented to meet it for my poor Maria"s sake, and because to disown my signature would have ruined you for life. Do you remember how you went down on your knees in my private room and swore you would reform and be a credit to your family yet? You weren"t quite so well off, or so jaunty then, unless I am very much mistaken."

These words had an extraordinary effect upon Uncle Marmaduke; he turned ashy white, and his quick eyes shifted restlessly as he half rose from his chair and threw away his unfinished cigar.

"You young hound!" he said, breathing hard and speaking under his breath. "How did you get hold of that--that lying story? Your father must have let it out! Why do you bring up bygones like this? You--you"re a confounded, disagreeable little prig! Who told you to play an ill-natured trick of this sort on an uncle, who may have been wild and reckless in his youth--was in fact--but who never, never misused his relation towards you as--as an uncle?"

"How did I get hold of the story?" said Paul, observing the impression he had made. "Do you think if I were really a boy of thirteen I should know as much about you as I do? Do you want to know more? Ask, if you dare! Shall I tell you how it was you left your army coach without going up for examination? Will you have the story of your career in my old friend Parkinson"s counting-house, or the real reason of your trip to New York, or what it was that made your father add that codicil, cutting you off with a set of engravings of the "Rake"s Progress," and a guinea to pay for framing them? I can tell you all about it, if you care to hear."

"No!" shrieked Paradine, "I won"t listen. When you grow up, ask your father to buy you a cheap Society journal. You"re cut out for an editor of one. It doesn"t interest me."

"Do you believe my story or not?" asked Paul.

"I don"t know. Who could believe it?" said the other sullenly. "How can you possibly account for it?"

"Do you remember giving Maria a little sandal-wood box with a small stone in it?" said Paul.

"I have some recollection of giving her something of that kind. A curiosity, wasn"t it?"

"I wish I had never seen it. That infernal stone, Paradine, has done all this to me. Did no one tell you it was supposed to have any magic power?"

"Why, now I think of it, that old black rascal, Bindabun Doss, did try to humbug me with some such story; said it was believed to be a talisman, but the secret was lost. I thought it was just his stingy way of trying to make the rubbish out as something priceless, as it ought to have been, considering all I did for the old ruffian."

"You told Maria it was a talisman. Bindabun what"s-his-name was right.

It is a talisman of the deadliest sort. I"ll soon convince you, if you will only hear me out."

And then, in white-hot wrath and indignation, Mr. Bult.i.tude began to tell the story I have already attempted to sketch here, dwelling bitterly on d.i.c.k"s heartless selfishness and cruelty, and piteously on his own incredible sufferings, while Uncle Marmaduke, lolling back in his armchair with an attempt (which was soon abandoned) to retain a smile of amused scepticism on his face, heard him out in complete silence and with all due gravity.