CHAPTER V

CONCERNING THE FAN

Rupert returned to Royabay in rather a melancholy frame of mind. He

found himself in a very difficult situation, and there did not seem to

be any chance of his extricating himself therefrom, now that Miss Wharf

possessed the fan. It was strange that she should have received it from

Clarence Burgh, and Rupert wondered how that dashing young gentleman

became its owner. However, there was little use speculating on this.

Miss Wharf had the fan, and probably she would keep it, unless the large

sum of money offered by Tung-yu tempted her to do business. Ainsleigh

wondered also, if the old maid had read the papers, and if she had seen

the advertisement.

"But what does it matter to me," said Rupert, as he turned up the

avenue. "I won't get the money, and Miss Wharf will see me hanged first

before she will let me make such a sum. While I am poor, she holds me in

her clutches, and thinks by means of that mortgage to prevent my

marriage with Olivia. What would she say if she knew that we were

already married. I was wrong to consent to keep the affair secret, even

though Olivia wished it. In any case Miss Wharf can do nothing, till the

end of the year, and the truth is bound to come to her ears sooner or

later. Then she will strike and spare not. I believe that's the motto of

the Wharfs, and it fits her spiteful temper excellently."

Then Rupert went on to reflect on what Olivia had told him of Aunt

Sophia's romance with Markham Ainsleigh. The young man had never heard

of it before, as he knew little of his father, who had gone to China, a

few years after his heir was born. In fact Markham only waited till

there was a male Ainsleigh to carry on the succession and to inherit

what remained of the estates, and then steamed to the Far East to seek

fortune. But fortune had proved unkind and the poor man had

died--whether of dysentery or by violence, it is difficult to say. Some

people said one thing and some another, but even Rupert did not know the

truth. Dr. Forge, who had worked the mine in the Kan-su province along

with Markham, knew the absolute truth, and he ascribed the death to

dysentery, so Rupert, for the time being at all events, was willing to

accept this explanation. He had no reason to doubt the loyalty of

Theophilus Forge who had been a college chum of his father's.

Thinking in this way and considering whether it would not be advisable

to proclaim his marriage so as to release his wife from the odious

attentions of Clarence Burgh, the young man arrived at the house. He was

met in the hall by Mrs. Petley, who announced that Major Tidman was

waiting to see her young master. Rupert nodded in an absent-minded way

and was going to the library where the Major was kicking his heels, when

Mrs. Petley caught him by the arm. "It's walking again," said Mrs.

Petley, whose fat face was pale, "and say what you like Master Rupert,

trouble is coming."

She was a stout old dame with a red face suggestive of drink, a most

unfair thing to be said of her as she drank nothing stronger than gin

and water, one tumbler a night before retiring. But Mrs. Petley had been

a cook in her early days; later on she assumed the position of Rupert's

nurse, and finally, having married Petley the butler, she became

housekeeper of Royabay. She was a common vulgar old woman, but loyal to

the core, and adored Rupert. When he had to dismiss the greater part of

his servants he retained John Petley, and John Petley's wife, who

continued to serve him faithfully and always hoped for better days. Mrs.

Petley, being intensely superstitious, was always influenced by the

appearance of Abbot Raoul whose walking was supposed to predict bad luck

to the Ainsleighs. If the ghost did not appear Mrs. Petley was happy,

but when it did she always prognosticated evil. And it must be admitted

that Rupert usually had more trouble with his creditors when Abbot Raoul

_did_ visit his old haunts. He seemed to be a most malignant spirit. But

Rupert as an educated man, was not going to admit occult influence.

"Nonsense Mrs. Petley," said he, shaking her off, "so far as trouble is

concerned Abbot Raoul might remain visible for ever. Am I ever out of

trouble?"

"No, that you ain't, worse luck. But this walking means something extra

special as I said to John."

"Where did you see the old beast, I mean Abbot Raoul of course."

Mrs. Petley started. "Hush deary," she whispered looking round in a

fearful manner, "don't speak evil of speerits. It may be round, and you

might anger it. I saw it in the cloisters."

"Near the place?" asked Rupert.

"Aye, standing on the black square where its mortal body was burnt poor

soul. It was pointing to a tree."

"To what tree--there are plenty in the cloisters."

"To the copper beech, as you might say Master Rupert. And angry enough

he looked. I nearly fainted."

"You should be used to the ghost by this time Mrs. Petley."

"Ghosts is things custom won't help you with," said Mrs. Petley

mysteriously, "they freeze your blood every time. Just as I was thinking

of a good scream and a faint, it vanished."

"Into thin air like the witches in Macbeth," said Rupert lightly. "Well

it doesn't need Abbot Raoul to come and tell me trouble is near. I'm

likely to have a good deal by the end of the year."

"Oh Master Rupert what is it?" gasped the old woman.

"Nothing I can tell you at present," said Ainsleigh carelessly, "I have

a good mind to seek Abbot Raoul myself and see if he can't help me; but

I'm not psychic as you are Mrs. Petley. I see nothing."

"And a good thing too," said the ex-cook solemnly, "if it spoke to you it

would be to make matters worse, though worse they can't be."

"Oh yes they can," said Rupert grimly. "I may have to leave--"

"Never," cried Mrs. Petley smiting her fat hands together. "Royabay can

never do without an Ainsleigh within its walls."

"It will have to content itself with Abbot Raoul, and I hope he'll jolly

well frighten the creditors."

"Drat them," said Mrs. Petley vigorously, "but Master Rupert why did it

pint to the copper beech."

"I can't say. Ask it when next you see it. But I must go to Major

Tidman. He'll be angry if I keep him."

Mrs. Petley tossed her head and snorted. "The idear of old Farmer

Tidman's son, being angry with the likes of you Master Rupert. I mind

him when he was a brat of a lad and--"

"Yes--yes--but I must go," said Ainsleigh rather impatiently and left

Mrs. Petley talking to the air.

Major Tidman, whose ears must have burnt at the thoughts which occupied

Mrs. Petley's brain, was seated in the most comfortable arm-chair he

could find, and smoked a good cigar. He had a bottle of port and a glass

before him, and apparently had made himself at home while waiting.

"Hope you don't mind my making free with the wine-list," said Tidman,

who looked rather uneasy, as he rose. "I've waited two hours."

"What about?" said Rupert, throwing his cap down and sinking wearily

into a near chair, "anything wrong?"

"I am," said the Major, "all wrong my dear boy. You see in me a beast

and a false friend."

"Indeed. How do you make that out?"

"I have been concealing things from you," said the Major ruefully, "and

all to make money. I'm really getting avaricious, Ainsleigh," added the

Major desperately, "and it's spoiling my character."

"Well," said Rupert filling his pipe, and wondering what this out-burst

meant, "Byron says that avarice is a fine old gentlemanly vice. If you

have only that fault to blame yourself for, you are very lucky."

"But I should have told you about the fan."

Rupert blew out the match he had just lighted and sat up. "What's that

about the fan?" he asked sharply.

"I know something about it," said Tidman fortifying his courage with a

glass of wine, "and I should have spoken the other evening after dinner

when you read that advertisement. But I thought I'd get the fan myself

and secure the five thousand pounds--though to be sure I didn't know

what that Tung-yu would pay for it at the time."

"No," said Rupert drily, "I told you that later. Well, Major, you

haven't treated me quite on the square, but I forgive you. I expect

neither of us will make money out of that fan."

"No," said Tidman still more ruefully. "Forge has lost it."

Rupert looked puzzled. "Forge? What do you mean?"

"Oh, this is part of my confession of trickery," said the Major rubbing

his bald head. "You see Ainsleigh, I held my tongue when you read out

about the fan, but I knew where it was all the time."

"And where was it?" asked the young man staring.

"Forge has it--or rather Forge had it," said the Major, and he related

his interview with the doctor when Rupert had departed. "So you see,"

added the Major sadly "I'm punished for my wrong-doing. I'm very sorry,

as I like you, Ainsleigh, and after all I'd be glad to see you make the

money, though I'm not so well off myself as people think, and five

thousand pounds would help me a lot. However, I hope you will think I

have made amends for my momentary lapse from squareness by thus

confessing."

"Oh that's all right Tidman. But treat me openly for the future. How did

you know that Forge had had the fan?"

Rupert did not tell what he had heard from Olivia for the moment. He

first wished to hear all that the Major had to say. Tidman had certainly

acted wrongly, as he should not have taken advantage of Rupert's

confidence, but now he apparently wished to behave properly and

Ainsleigh put the Major's temporary deceit out of his mind.

"I gave Forge the fan," blurted out the Major.

"The deuce you did," said Ainsleigh looking puzzled. "And where did you

get it?"

"In Canton seven years ago," confessed Tidman, "I was travelling there

for my health, and I had an adventure."

"What was that?"

But Tidman did not seem inclined to speak out. "I'll tell you on another

occasion," he said with a shudder, "it was not a very pleasant

adventure, and Forge, who was in Canton at the time, got me out of it. I

stuck to the fan though."

"Oh, so the fan was the cause of the adventure?"

"Partly" admitted Tidman reluctantly. "I'll tell you later as I say," he

wiped his forehead, "I can't tell you now, it's too awful. I got the fan

though and Forge took a fancy to it. He asked me for it in Canton and I

refused. He asked again in England and I gave it to him. He's had it all

these seven years, locked up in that black japan cabinet with the gold

figures--"

"I know. Its in that Chinese room of his. Well?"

"After you went away the other day I asked him to give me the fan back,

as I wanted to get the money from Tung-yu. Forge refused, as he said the

fan has something to do with a secret--"

"Whose secret?"

"Lo-Keong's secret. He is the real owner of the fan you know. Forge

seems to hate Lo-Keong, and said the fan would get him into trouble."

"But how--how?" asked Ainsleigh impatiently.

The Major wiped his face again, "I don't know--I can't say. But Forge

said there was a secret connected with the fan--"

"You said that before," cried Rupert becoming exasperated.

"I don't know what I am saying, and that's the truth," stammered Tidman

becoming hotter and redder, "but Forge said if I found the secret he

would give me the fan. He then opened the cabinet and found that the fan

was gone."

"What did he say?"

"He turned as white as a sheet, and said that his life was at stake."

Rupert rose to pace the room. The mystery of the fan piqued him, "I

wonder what he meant by that?" he asked himself.

"Something horrid if it has to do with the Chinese," said the Major,

"you have no idea what brutes they are. But Forge thought that Mrs.

Bressy, the old woman who looks after him, might have sneaked the fan,

as she is fond of taking things and pawning them. But she swore she had

never set eyes on it."

"Wasn't the cabinet locked?"

"Yes. That's the strange part, and Forge has the key on his watch-chain.

The lock wasn't broken, and no other key would fit it, so how it was

opened, is a mystery. But the fan's gone."

"Quite so," said Rupert, facing the Major sharply, "and Miss Wharf has

the very fan you speak of."

Tidman fell back in his chair and gasped till he was purple in the face.

"Wh--a--a--t," he drawled out. "Sophia Wharf?"

"Yes. Olivia told me, when I explained how I wished to find the fan and

make money. It seems that young Burgh----"

"A detestable young cad," snapped Tidman.

"I agree with you. He dares to admire my--to admire Olivia," said Rupert

nearly letting his secret slip out, "and, to gain her good graces, he

offered her this fan. She refused, and he then presented it to Miss

Wharf, who took it and who has it now."

"Oh," groaned the Major, "and it's worth five thousand. What luck some

people have."

Rupert shrugged his shoulders. "The luck will not come our way," he

replied carelessly, "and to tell you the truth I don't much care. I

expect Miss Wharf will sell the fan to Tung-yu."

"But she doesn't know about his wishing to buy it?"

"She may have seen the advertisement, and you know Tung-yu is coming to

the ball at the Bristol."

Major Tidman rose like a jack-in-the-box. "Who says so?" he asked.

"Young Walker. Tung-yu is not the keeper of the Whitechapel Joss-house

as I thought. He is a clerk in the firm of Kum-gum Li."

"Chris Walker also works for them," interpolated the Major.

"Certainly, and he is bringing Tung-yu to the ball. I don't know why,

and I don't much care," added Ainsleigh somewhat crossly. "I am about

tired of this fan business. What will you do?"

Major Tidman buttoned his coat. "I'm going straight to Forge," he said,

"and I shall tell him that young Burgh had the fan. I know how he got

it."

"Do you, indeed," said Rupert yawning.

"Yes. Miss Pewsey stole it from the cabinet."

"Nonsense. Why should she do that?"

"Because she's always about Forge's house. He told me that he might

marry her--ugh," the Major sneered, "fancy marrying that old cat."

"Different people have different tastes," said Ainsleigh coolly, "but if

Forge is going to marry Miss Pewsey all the more reason she should not

steal the fan."

"But she did," insisted the Major. "I'm sure she stole it and gave it to

that scamp of a nephew so that he might gain Miss Rayner's goodwill. You

see, Miss Pewsey would like to see Burgh married to Olivia, as she--Miss

Pewsey I mean--could then finger the five hundred a year Miss Wharf will

leave her niece."

"He had better be certain that Olivia will inherit the money first,"

said Rupert grimly, thinking of the secret marriage, "and Miss Pewsey

hates Olivia."

"She hates everyone," said Tidman shrugging his plump shoulders, "but

she hasn't a penny to bless herself with, and when Miss Wharf dies she

will be cast on the world. Even five hundred a year is a consideration

to her, and if her nephew can secure that by marrying Olivia, why, all

the better for Miss Pewsey."

But Rupert shook his head. "If Miss Pewsey had that scheme in her head,

she would be more friendly with Olivia," he said, "and she can set her

mind at rest: Burgh will not marry Olivia."

"He's a dangerous rival Ainsleigh."

"Pooh. I can manage that young man and half a dozen like him. You don't

think I'd give up the girl I love, to anyone, Tidman."

"No," said the Major, looking at the frank brave face of his host, "but

Burgh is unscrupulous, and will make mischief. However, perhaps Forge

will deal with him for this fan business. When Forge learns that Miss

Pewsey has stolen his fan, he won't marry her. I'll have the

satisfaction of spoiling her plans at all events."

"She seems to have a great many plans according to you," yawned

Ainsleigh, "but frankly I think you have found a mare's nest. I don't

believe anything will come of the matter. It's moonshine."

Tidman marched to the door. "We'll see," said he determinedly. "I

believe trouble is coming to you through young Burgh," and he departed.

Rupert left alone lighted his pipe and thought of Mrs. Petley's fancy

concerning the ghost. "If this is the trouble," said he to himself. "I

don't mind. Burgh won't get Olivia unless over my dead body. As to this

fan--pah!"

But he little knew what disasters the fan would bring to him. Abbot

Raoul's ghost was not walking for nothing.