William Le Queux
The Mystery of the Green Ray
CHAPTER I.
BESIDE STILL WATERS
The youth in the multi-coloured blazer laughed.
Youd have to come and be a nurse, he suggested.
Oh, Id go as a drummer-boy. Id look fine in uniform, wouldnt I? the waitress simpered in return.
Dennis Burnham swallowed his liqueur in one savage gulp, pushed back his chair, and rose from the table.
Silly young ass, he said, in a voice loud enough for the object of his wrath to hear. Lets get outside.
The four of us rose, paid our bill, and went out, leaving the youth and his flippant companions to themselves. For it was Bank Holiday, August the third, 1914, and I think, though it was the shortest and most uneventful of all our river annuals, it is the one which we are least likely to forget. On the Saturday Dennis, Jack Curtis, Tommy Evans and myself had started from Richmond on our yearly trip up the river. Even as we sat in the two punts playing bridge, moored at our first camping-place below Kingston Weir, disquieting rumours reached us in the form of excited questions from the occupants of passing craft. And now, as we rose from the dinner-table at the Magpie, Sunbury, two days later, it seemed that war was inevitable.
What I cant understand, growled Dennis, as we stepped into one of the punts and paddled idly across to the lock, is how any young idiot can treat the whole thing as a terrific joke. If we go to war with Germany and it seems we must its going to be Good Heavens! who knows what its going to be!
Meaning, said Tom, who never allowed any thought to remain half-expressed, meaning that we are not prepared, and they are. We have to step straight into the ring untrained to meet an opponent who has been getting ready night and day for the Lord knows how many years.
Still, you know, said Jack, who invariably found the bright spot in everything, we never did any good as a nation until we were pushed.
We shall be pushed this time, I replied; and if we do go to war, we shall all be wanted.
And wanted at once, Tom added.
Which brings me to the point which most concerns us, said Dennis, with a serious face. What are we going to do?
It seems to me, I replied, that there is only one thing we can do. If the Government declare war, it is in your cause and mine; and who is to fight our battles but you and me?
Thats it, old man, exactly, said Dennis. We must appear in person, as you lawyers would say. Im afraid theres not the slightest hope of peace being maintained now; and, indeed, in view of the circumstances, I should prefer to say there is not the slightest fear of it. We cant honourably keep out, so let us hope we shall step in at once.
Jacks muttered hear hear spoke for us all, and there was silence for a minute or two. My thoughts were very far away from the peaceful valley of the Thames; they had flown, in fact, to a still more peaceful glen in the Western Highlands but of that anon. I fancy the others, too, were thinking of something far removed from the ghastly horror of war. Jack was sitting with an open cigarette-case in his hand, gazing wistfully at the bank to which we had moored the boat. There was a little girl in the question. Poor chap; I knew exactly what he was thinking; he had my sympathy! The silence became uncomfortable, and it was Jack who broke it.
Give me a match, Tommy, he exclaimed suddenly, and dont talk so much. Tom, who had not spoken a word for several minutes, produced the matches from a capacious pocket, and we all laughed rather immoderately at the feeble sally.
As to talking, said Tom, when our natural equanimity had been restored, you all seem to be leaving me to say what we all know has to be said. And that is, what is the next item on the programme?
I think we had certainly better decide Dennis began.
You old humbug! exclaimed Tom. You know perfectly well that weve all decided what we are going to do. It is merely the question of putting it in words. In some way or other we intend to regard the case of Rex v. Wilhelm as one in which we personally are concerned. Am I right?
Scored a possible, said Jack, who had quite recovered his spirits.
In which case, Tom continued, we dont expect to be of much assistance to our King and country if we go gallivanting up to Wallingford, as originally intended. The question, therefore, remains, shall we go back by train if we can find the station here or shall we punt back to Richmond?
I dont think we need worry about that, said Dennis. I vote we go back by river; it will be more convenient in every way, and we can leave the boats at Messums. If things are not so black as we think they are we can step on board again with a light heart, or four light hearts, if you prefer it, and start again. What do you say, Ron?
I should prefer to paddle back, I replied. It would be a pity to break up our party immediately. I dont want to be sentimental, or anything of that sort, but you chaps will agree that we have had some very jolly times together in the past, and if we are all going to take out our naturalisation papers in the Atkins family, it is just possible that we well, we may not be all together again next year.
And you, Jack? asked Dennis.
Oh, down stream for me, said young Curtis, with what was obviously an effort at his usual light-hearted manner. Think of all the beer weve got left. But the laugh with which he accompanied his remark was not calculated to deceive any of us, and I am afraid my clumsy speech had set him thinking again. So we went ashore, and had a nightcap at the Magpie, where the flippant youth was announcing to an admiring circle that if he had half a dozen pals to go with him he wouldnt mind joining the army himself! Having scoured the village in an unavailing attempt to round up half a pound of butter, we put off down stream, and spent the night in the beautiful backwater. No one suggested cards after supper, and we lay long into the night discussing, as thousands of other people all over the country were probably discussing, conscription, espionage, martial law, the possibilities of invasion, and the probable duration of the war. I doubt very much if we should have gone to sleep at all had we been able to foresee the events which the future, in its various ways, held in store for each of us. But, as it was, we plunged wholeheartedly into what Tommy Evans described as Lifes new interest. We positively thrilled at the prospect of army life.
Think of it, said Jack enthusiastically, open air all the time. Nothing to worry about, no work to do, only manual labour. Why, its going to be one long holiday. Hang it! Ive laid drain-pipes on a farm for fun!
It was past one oclock when we got out supper. And our appetites lost nothing by the prospect of hardships which we treated rather lightly, since we entirely failed to appreciate their seriousness. Jacks visions of storming ramparts at the point of the bayonet merely added flavour to his amazing collation of cold beef, ham, brawn, cold fowl, and peaches and cream, with which he insisted on winding-up at nearly two in the morning. He would have shouted with laughter had you told him that in less than three weeks he would be dashing through the enemys lines with despatches on a red-hot motor-cycle. And Tommy poor old Tommy well, I fancy he would have been just as cheerful, dear old chap, had he known the fate that was in store. For to him was to fall the lot which, of all others, everyone rich and poor alike understands. There is no need for me to repeat the story. Even in the rush of a war which has already brought forward some thousands of heroes, the reader will remember the glorious exploit of Corporal Thomas Evans, in which he won the D.C.M., and also, unfortunately, gave his life for his country. It is sufficient to say that three men in particular will ever cherish his memory as that of a loyal friend, a cheery comrade, a clean, honest, straightforward Englishman through and through.
As for Dennis and myself but I am coming to that.
Having finished our early morning supper, we turned in for a few hours sleep, Jack and Tommy in one boat, Dennis and I in the other. But before we did so we stood up, as well as we could under our canvas roof, and drank The King; and I fancy that in the mind of each of us there was more than one other name silently coupled with that toast. Then, for the first time in my memory of our intimacy together, we solemnly shook hands before turning in. But, try as I would, I couldnt sleep. For a long time I lay there, in the beautiful silence of the night, my thoughts far away, sleep farther away still. Presently I grovelled for my tobacco-pouch.
Restless, Ron? Dennis asked, himself evidently quite wide awake.
Cant sleep at all, I answered. But dont let me disturb you.
Youre not disturbing me, old man. I cant sleep either. Lets light the lamp and smoke.
Accordingly we fished out our pipes and relighted the acetylene lamp, which hung from the middle hoop. Jack turned over in his sleep.
Put out the light, old fellow. Not a cabnet meeting, yknow, he murmured drowsily. And by way of compromise I pulled the primitive draught curtain between the two boats, and as I sat up to do so I noticed with a start that Dennis wore a worried look I had never seen before. I lay back, got my pipe going, and waited for him to speak.
I wonder, he said presently, through the clouds of smoke that hung imprisoned beneath our shallow roof I wonder if there would have been any war if the Germans smoked Jamavana?
Whats worrying you, Den? I asked, ignoring his question.
Worrying me? Why, nothing. Ive got nothing to worry about. What about you, though? I dont want to butt in on your private affairs, but youve a lot more to be worried about than I have.
I? Oh, nonsense, Dennis, I protested.
None of that with me, Ron. You know what I mean. Theres no point in either of us concealing things. This war is going to make a big difference to you and Myra McLeod. Now, tell me all about it. What do you mean to do, and everything?
There isnt much to tell you. You know all about it. Were not engaged. Old General McLeod objects to our engagement on account of my position. Of course, hes quite right. Hes very nice about it, and hes always kindness itself to me. You know, of course, that he and my father were brother officers? Myra and I have been chums since she was four. We love each other, and she would be content to wait, but, in the meantime well, you know my position. I can only describe it in the well-worn phrases, briefless barrister and impecunious junior. Theres a great deal of truth in the weak old joke, Dennis, about the many that are called and the few that are briefed. Of course the General is right. He says that I ought to leave Myra absolutely alone, and neither write to her nor see her, and give her a chance to meet someone else, and all that someone who could keep her among her own set. But I tried that once for three months; I didnt answer her letters, or write to her, and I worried myself to death very nearly about it. But at the end of the three months she came up to town to see what it was all about. Gad, how glad I was to see her!
I bet you were, said Dennis, sympathetically. But what dyou mean by telling me youd got nothing to worry about? Now that youre just getting things going nicely, and look like doing really well, along comes this wretched war, and you join the army, and such practice as you have goes to the devil. Its rotten luck, Ronnie, rotten luck.
It is a bit, I admitted with a sigh. My little bit of hard-earned success had meant a lot to me.
Still, said Dennis, youve got a thundering lot to be thankful for too. To begin with, shell wait for you, and then, if necessary, marry on twopence-halfpenny a year, and make you comfortable on it too. As far as her father is concerned, shes very devoted to him, and would never do anything to annoy him if she could possibly help it, as I easily spotted the night we dined with them at the Carlton. But shes made up her mind to be Mrs. Ronald Ewart sooner or later; that I will swear!
Im very glad to hear you say so, I answered, but the thing that worries me, of course, is the question as to whether I have any right to let this go on. If war is declared
Which it will be, said Dennis.
Well, then, my practice goes to the devil, as you say. How long after the war is it going to be before I could marry one of Myras maids, let alone Myra? And, supposing, of course, that I use the return half of my ticket, so to speak, and come back safe and sound, my own prospects will be infinitely worse than they were before the war. The law, after all, is a luxury, and no one will have a great deal of money for luxuries by the time we have finished with it and wiped Germany off the map. Besides, if theres no money about, theres nothing to go to law over. So there you are, or, rather, there I am.
What do you intend to do, then? my friend asked.
I shall go up to Scotland to-morrow night well, of course, its to-night, I should say and see her and and
Yes well, and
Oh, and tell her that it must be all all over. I shall say that the war will make all the difference, that I must join the army, and that she must consider herself free to marry someone else, and that, as in any case I might never come back, I think its the best thing for us both that she should consider herself free, and er and and consider herself free, I ended weakly.
Just like that? asked Dennis, with a twinkle in his eye.
I shall try and put it fairly formally to her, I said, because, of course, I must appear to be sincere about it. I must try and think out some way of making her imagine I want it broken off for reasons of my own.
Dennis laughed softly.
You delicious, egotistical idiot, he said. You dont really imagine that you could persuade anyone you met for the first time even that youre not in love. By all means do what you think is right, Ron. I wouldnt dissuade you for the world. Tell her that she is free. Tell her why you are setting her free, and Ill be willing to wager my little all that you two ridiculous young people will find yourselves tied tighter together than ever. By all means do your best to be a good little boy, Ronald, and do what you conceive to be your duty.
You neednt pull my leg about it, I said, though somewhat half-heartedly.
Im not pulling your leg, as you put it, Dennie answered, in a more serious tone. If ever I saw honesty and truth and love and loyalty looking out of a girls eyes, that girl is Myra McLeod.
Thank you for that, Den, I answered simply. There was little sentiment between us. Thank heaven, there was something more.
And so you see, you lucky dog, youll go out to the front, and come back loaded with honours and blushes, and marry the girl of your dreams, and live happy ever after. And Dennis sighed.
Why the sigh? I asked. Oh, come now, I added, suddenly remembering. Fair exchange, you know. You havent told me what was worrying you.
My dear old fellow, dont be ridiculous, theres nothing worrying me.
I pressed him to no purpose. He refused to admit that he had a care in the world, and so we fell to talking of matters connected with the routine of army life, how long we should be before we got to the front, the sport we four should have in our rest time behind the trenches, our determination to stick together at all costs, etc. Suddenly Dennis sat bolt upright.