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  “That's so,” agreed the other.

  He spoke in a matter-of-fact manner, as one stating a well-known fact. Throwing off his heavy overcoat, he advanced to the desk.

  “Anything urgent?”

  “I don't think so, sir. Mostly the usual stuff. I have not quite finished sorting it out.”

  Van Aldin nodded briefly. He was a man who seldom expressed either blame or praise. His methods with those he employed were simple; he gave them a fair trial and dismissed promptly those who were inefficient.

  His selections of people were unconventional.

  Knighton, for instance, he had met casually at a Swiss resort two months previously. He had approved of the fellow, looked up his war record, and found in it the explanation of the limp with which he walked. Knighton had made no secret of the fact that he was looking for a job, and indeed diffidently asked the millionaire if he knew of any available post. Van Aldin remembered, with a grim smile of amusement, the young man's complete astonishment when he had been offered the post of secretary to the great man himself.

  “But – but I have no experience of business,” he had stammered.

  “That doesn't matter a cuss,” Van Aldin had replied. “I have got three secretaries already to attend to that kind of thing. But I am likely to be in England for the next six months, and I want an Englishman who – well, knows the ropes – and can attend to the social side of things for me.”

  So far, Van Aldin had found his judgment confirmed. Knighton had proved quick, intelligent, and resourceful, and he had a distinct charm of manner.

  The secretary indicated three or four letters placed by themselves on the top of the desk.

  “It might perhaps be as well, sir, if you glanced at these,” he suggested. “The top one is about the Colton agreement-”

  But Rufus Van Aldin held up a protesting hand.

  “I am not going to look at a durned thing to-night,” he declared. “They can all wait till the morning. Except this one,” he added, looking down at the letter he held in his hand. And again that strange transforming smile stole over his face.

  Richard Knighton smiled sympathetically.

  “Mrs. Kettering?” he murmured. “She rang up yesterday and today. She seems very anxious to see you at once, sir.”

  “Does she, now!”

  The smile faded from the millionaire's face. He ripped open the envelope which he held in his hand and took out the enclosed sheet. As he read it his face darkened, his mouth set grimly in the line which Wall Street knew so well, and his brows knit themselves ominously. Knighton turned tactfully away, and went on opening letters and sorting them. A muttered oath escaped the millionaire, and his clenched fist hit the table sharply.

  “I'll not stand for this,” he muttered to himself. “Poor little girl, it's a good thing she has her old father behind her.”

  He walked up and down the room for some minutes, his brows drawn together in a scowl. Knighton still bent assiduously over the desk. Suddenly Van Aldin came to an abrupt halt. He took up his overcoat from the chair where he had thrown it.

  “Are you going out again, sir?”

  “Yes, I'm going round to see my daughter.”

  “If Colton's people ring up-”

  “Tell them to go to the devil,” said Van Aldin.

  “Very well,” said the secretary unemotionally.

  Van Aldin had his overcoat on by now.

  Cramming his hat upon his head, he went towards the door. He paused with his hand upon the handle.

  “You are a good fellow, Knighton,” he said. “You don't worry me when I am rattled.”

  Knighton smiled a little, but made no reply.

  “Ruth is my only child,” said Van Aldin, “and there is no one on this earth who knows quite what she means to me.”

  A faint smile irradiated his face. He slipped his hand into his pocket.

  “Care to see something, Knighton?”

  He came back towards the secretary. From his pocket he drew out a parcel carelessly wrapped in brown paper. He tossed off the wrapping and disclosed a big, shabby, red velvet case. In the centre of it were some twisted initials surmounted by a crown. He snapped the case open, and the secretary drew in his breath sharply. Against the slightly dingy white of the interior, the stones glowed like blood.

  “My God! sir,” said Knighton. “Are they – are they real?”

  Van Aldin laughed a quiet little cackle of amusement.

  “I don't wonder at your asking that. Amongst these rubies are the three largest in the world. Catherine of Russia wore them, Knighton. That centre one there is known as Heart of Fire. It's perfect-not a flaw in it.”

  “But,” the secretary murmured, “they must be worth a fortune.”

  “Four or five hundred thousand dollars,” said Van Aldin nonchalantly, “and that is apart from the historical interest.”

  “And you carry them about-like that, loose in your pocket?”

  Van Aldin laughed amusedly.

  “I guess so. You see, they are my little present for Ruthie.”

  The secretary smiled discreetly.

  “I can understand now Mrs. Kettering's anxiety over the telephone,” he murmured.

  But Van Aldin shook his head. The hard look returned to his face.

  “You are wrong there,” he said. “She doesn't know about these; they are my little surprise for her.”

  He shut the case, and began slowly to wrap it up again.

  “It's a hard thing, Knighton,” he said, “how little one can do for those one loves. I can buy a good portion of the earth for Ruth, if it would be any use to her, but it isn't. I can hang these things round her neck and give her a moment or two's pleasure, maybe, but-”

  He shook his head.

  “When a woman is not happy in her home-”

  He left the sentence unfinished. The secretary nodded discreetly. He knew, none better, the reputation of the Hon. Derek Kettering. Van Aldin sighed. Slipping the parcel back in his coat pocket, he nodded to Knighton and left the room.

  Chapter 4. In Curzon Street

  The Hon. Mrs Derek Kettering lived in Curzon Street. The butler who opened the door recognized Rufus Van Aldin at once and permitted himself a discreet smile of greeting. He led the way upstairs to the big double drawing-room on the first floor.

  A woman who was sitting by the window started up with a cry.

  “Why, Dad, if that isn't too good for anything! I've been telephoning Major Knighton all day to try and get hold of you, but he couldn't say for sure when you were expected back.”

  Ruth Kettering was twenty-eight years of age. Without being beautiful, or in the real sense of the word even pretty, she was striking looking because of her colouring. Van Aldin had been called Carrots and Ginger in his time, and Ruth's hair was almost pure auburn. With it went dark eyes and very black lashes – the effect somewhat enhanced by art. She was tall and slender, and moved well. At a careless glance it was the face of a Raphael Madonna. Only if one looked closely did one perceive the same line of jaw and chin as in Van Aldin's face, bespeaking the same hardness and determination. It suited the man, but suited the woman less well. From her childhood upward Ruth Van Aldin had been accustomed to having her own way, and any one who had ever stood up against her soon realized that Rufus Van Aldin's daughter never gave in.

  “Knighton told me you'd 'phoned him,” said Van Aldin. “I only got back from Paris half an hour ago. What's all this about Derek?”

  Ruth Kettering flushed angrily.

  “It's unspeakable. It's beyond all limits,” she cried. “He – he doesn't seem to listen to anything I say.”

  There was bewilderment as well as anger in her voice.

  “He'll listen to me,” said the millionaire grimly.

  Ruth went on.

  “I've hardly seen him for the last month. He goes about everywhere with that woman.”

  “With what woman?”

  “Mirelle. She dances at the Parthenon, you know.”
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  Van Aldin nodded.

  “I was down at Leconbury last week. I – I spoke to Lord Leconbury. He was awfully sweet to me, sympathized entirely. He said he'd give Derek a good talking to.”

  “Ah!” said Van Aldin.

  “What do you mean by 'Ah!' Dad?”

  “Just what you think I mean, Ruthie. Poor old Leconbury is a wash-out. Of course he sympathized with you, of course he tried to soothe you down. Having got his son and heir married to the daughter of one of the richest men in the States, he naturally doesn't want to mess the thing up. But he's got one foot in the grave already, every one knows that, and anything he may say will cut darned little ice with Derek.”

  “Can't you do anything. Dad?” urged Ruth, after a minute or two.

  “I might,” said the millionaire. He waited a second reflectively, and then went on.

  “There are several things I might do, but there's only one that will be any real good. How much pluck have you got, Ruthie?”

  She stared at him. He nodded back at her.

  “I mean just what I say. Have you got the grit to admit to all the world that you've made a mistake. There's only one way out of this mess, Ruthie. Cut your losses and start afresh.”

  “You mean-”

  “Divorce.”

  “Divorce!”

  Van Aldin smiled drily.

  “You say that word, Ruth, as though you'd never heard it before. And yet your friends are doing it all round you every day.”

  “Oh! I know that. But-”

  She stopped, biting her lip. Her father nodded comprehendingly.

  “I know, Ruth. You're like me, you can't bear to let go. But I've learnt, and you've got to learn, that there are times when it's the only way. I might find ways of whistling Derek back to you, but it would all come to the same in the end. He's no good, Ruth; he's rotten through and through. And mind you, I blame myself for ever letting you marry him. But you were kind of set on having him, and he seemed in earnest about turning over a new leaf – and well, I'd crossed you once, honey…”

  He did not look at her as he said the last words. Had he done so, he might have seen the swift colour that came up in her face.

  “You did,” she said in a hard voice.

  “I was too durned soft hearted to do it a second time. I can't tell you how I wish I had, though. You've led a poor kind of life for the last few years, Ruth.”

  “It has not been very – agreeable,” agreed Mrs. Kettering.

  “That's why I say to you that this thing has got to stop!”

  He brought his hand down with a bang on the table. “You may have a hankering after the fellow still. Cut it out. Face facts. Derek Kettering married you for your money. That's all there is to it. Get rid of him, Ruth.”

  Ruth Kettering looked down at the ground for some moments, then she said, without raising her head:

  “Supposing he doesn't consent?”

  Van Aldin looked at her in astonishment.

  “He won't have a say in the matter.”

  She flushed and bit her lip.

  “No – no – of course not. I only meant-”

  She stopped. Her father eyed her keenly.

  “What did you mean?”

  “I meant-” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “He mayn't take it lying down.”

  The millionaire's chin shot out grimly.

  “You mean he'll fight the case? Let him! But, as a matter of fact, you're wrong. He won't fight. Any solicitor he consults will tell him he hasn't a leg to stand upon.”

  “You don't think” – she hesitated – “I mean – out of sheer spite against me – he might, try to make it awkward?”

  Her father looked at her in some astonishment.

  “Fight the case, you mean?”

  He shook his head.

  “Very unlikely. You see, he would have to have something to go upon.”

  Mrs. Kettering did not answer. Van Aldin looked at her sharply.

  “Come, Ruth, out with it. There's something troubling you – what is it?”

  “Nothing, nothing at all.”

  But her voice was unconvincing.

  “You are dreading the publicity, eh? Is that it? You leave it to me. I'll put the whole thing through so smoothly that there will be no fuss at all.”

  “Very well. Dad, if you really think it's the best thing to be done.”

  “Got a fancy for the fellow still, Ruth? Is that it?”

  “No.”

  The word came with no uncertain emphasis. Van Aldin seemed satisfied. He patted his daughter on the shoulder.

  “It will be all right, little girl. Don't you worry any. Now let's forget all about this. I have brought you a present from Paris.”

  “For me? Something very nice?”

  “I hope you'll think so,” said Van Aldin, smiling.

  He took the parcel from his coat pocket and handed it to her. She unwrapped it eagerly, and snapped open the case. A longdrawn “Oh!” came from her lips. Ruth Kettering loved jewels-always had done so.

  “Dad, how – how wonderful!”

  “Rather in a class by themselves, aren't they?” said the millionaire, with satisfaction.

  “You like them, eh?”

  “Like them? Dad, they're unique. How did you get hold of them?”

  Van Aldin smiled.

  “Ah! that's my secret. They had to be bought privately, of course. They are rather well known. See that big stone in the middle? You have heard of it, maybe, that's the historic 'Heart of Fire.'”

  “Heart of Fire!” repeated Mrs. Kettering.

  She had taken the stones from the case and was holding them against her breast.

  The millionaire watched her. He was thinking of the series of women who had worn the jewels. The heartaches, the despairs, the jealousies. “Heart of Fire,” like all famous stones, had left behind it a trail of tragedy and violence. Held in Ruth Kettering's assured hand, it seemed to lose its potency of evil. With her cool, equable poise, this woman of the western world seemed a negation to tragedy or heart-burnings. Ruth returned the stones to their case, then, jumping up, she flung her arms round her father's neck.

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you. Dad! They are wonderful! You do give me the most marvelous presents always.”

  “That's all right,” said Van Aldin, patting her shoulder. “You are all I have, you know, Ruthie.”

  “You will stay to dinner, won't you, father?”

  “I don't think so. You were going out, weren't you?”

  “Yes, but I can easily put that off. Nothing very exciting.”

  “No,” said Van Aldin. “Keep your engagement. I have got a good deal to attend to. See you tomorrow, my dear. Perhaps if I phone you, we can meet at Galbraiths?”

  Messrs. Galbraith, Galbraith, Cuthbertson, & Galbraith were Van Aldin's London solicitors.

  “Very well. Dad.” She hesitated. “I suppose it – this – won't keep me from going to the Riviera?”

  “When are you off?”

  “On the fourteenth.”

  “Oh, that will be all right. These things take a long time to mature. By the way, Ruth, I shouldn't take those rubies abroad if I were you. Leave them at the bank.”

  Mrs. Kettering nodded.

  “We don't want to have you robbed and murdered for the sake of 'Heart of Fire,'” said the millionaire jocosely.

  “And yet you carried it about in your pocket loose,” retorted his daughter, smiling.

  “Yes-”

  Something, some hesitation, caught her attention.

  “What is it. Dad?”

  “Nothing.” He smiled. “Thinking of a little adventure of mine in Paris.”

  “An adventure?”

  “Yes, the night I bought these things.”

  He made a gesture towards the jewel case.

  “Oh, do tell me.”

  “Nothing to tell, Ruthie. Some apache fellows got a bit fresh and I shot at them and they got off. That's all.”


  She looked at him with some pride.

  “You're a tough proposition. Dad.”

  “You bet I am, Ruthie.”

  He kissed her affectionately and departed.

  On arriving back at the Savoy, he gave a curt order to Knighton.

  “Get hold of a man called Goby; you'll find his address in my private book. He's to be here tomorrow morning at half-past nine.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I also want to see Mr. Kettering. Run him to earth for me if you can. Try his Club – at any rate, get hold of him somehow, and arrange for me to see him here tomorrow morning. Better make it latish, about twelve. His sort aren't early risers.”

  The secretary nodded in comprehension of these instructions. Van Aldin gave himself into the hands of his valet. His bath was prepared, and as he lay luxuriating in the hot water, his mind went back over the conversation with his daughter. On the whole he was well satisfied. His keen mind had long since accepted the fact that divorce was the only possible way out. Ruth had agreed to the proposed solution with more readiness than he had hoped for. Yet, in spite of her acquiescence, he was left with a vague sense of uneasiness. Something about her manner, he felt, had not been quite natural. He frowned to himself.

  “Maybe I'm fanciful,” he muttered, “and yet – I bet there's something she has not told me.”

  Chapter 5. A Useful Gentleman

  Rufus Van Aldin had just finished the sparse breakfast of coffee and dry toast, which was all he ever allowed himself when Knighton entered the room.

  “Mr. Goby is below, sir, waiting to see you.”

  The millionaire glanced at the clock. It was just half-past nine.

  “All right,” he said curtly. “He can come up.”

  A minute or two later, Mr. Goby entered the room. He was a small, elderly man, shabbily dressed, with eyes that looked carefully all round the room, and never at the person he was addressing.

  “Good morning, Goby,” said the millionaire. “Take a chair.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Van Aldin.”

  Mr. Goby sat down with his hands on his knees, and gazed earnestly at the radiator.

  “I have got a job for you.”

  “Yes, Mr. Van Aldin?”

  “My daughter is married to the Hon. Derek Kettering, as you may perhaps know.”

 

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