The Safety Curtain, and Other Stories eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about The Safety Curtain, and Other Stories.

The Safety Curtain, and Other Stories eBook

Ethel May Dell
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about The Safety Curtain, and Other Stories.

“What would she do, I wonder, if the prodigal returned,” he said quietly.  “Would she be glad—­or sorry?”

“He never will,” returned Hugh quickly.  “He never can—­after fifteen years.  Think of it!  Besides—­she wouldn’t have him if he did.”

“Women are proverbially faithful,” remarked Conyers cynically.

“She will stick to me now,” Hugh returned with confidence.  “The other fellow is probably dead.  In any case, he has no shadow of a right over her.  He never even asked her to wait for him.”

“Possibly he thought that she would wait without being asked,” said Conyers, still cynical.

“Well, she has ceased to care for him now,” asserted Hugh.  “She told me so herself.”

The man opposite shifted his position ever so slightly.  “And you are satisfied with that?” he said.

“Of course I am.  Why not?” There was almost a challenge in Hugh’s voice.

“And if he came back?” persisted the other.  “You would still be satisfied?”

Hugh sprang to his feet with a movement of fierce impatience.  “I believe I should shoot him!” he said vindictively.  He looked like a splendid wild animal suddenly awakened.  “I tell you, Conyers,” he declared passionately, “I could kill him with my hands if he came between us now.”

Conyers, his chin on his hand, looked him up and down as though appraising his strength.

Suddenly he sat bolt upright and spoke—­spoke briefly, sternly, harshly, as a man speaks in the presence of his enemy.  At the same instant a frightful crash of thunder swept the words away as though they had never been uttered.

In the absolute pandemonium of sound that followed, Hugh Palliser, with a face gone suddenly white, went over to his friend and stood behind him, his hands upon his shoulders.

But Conyers sat quite motionless, staring forth at the leaping lightning, rigid, sphinx-like.  He did not seem aware of the man behind him, till, as the uproar began to subside, Hugh bent and spoke.

“Do you know, old chap, I’m scared!” he said, with a faint, shamed laugh.  “I feel as if there were devils abroad.  Speak to me, will you, and tell me I’m a fool!”

“You are,” said Conyers, without turning.

“That lightning is too much for my nerves,” said Hugh uneasily.  “It’s almost red.  What was it you said just now?  I couldn’t hear a word.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Conyers.

“But what was it?  I want to know.”

The gleam in the fixed eyes leaped to sudden terrible flame, shone hotly for a few seconds, then died utterly away.  “I don’t remember,” said Conyers quietly.  “It couldn’t have been anything of importance.  Have a drink!  You will have to be getting back as soon as this is over.”

Hugh helped himself with a hand that was not altogether steady.  There had come a lull in the tempest.  The cartoon on the wall was fluttering like a caged thing.  He glanced at it, then looked at it closely.  It was a reproduction of Dore’s picture of Satan falling from heaven.

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