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"That's exactly why I want to win it back--and more also." He looked round desperately. "Anybody want a birthright? For two hundred and fifty quid--I'd change my name."
"It sounds idiotic, I know," said I, "but supposing--supposing you lost."
"I shan't to-night," said Berry.
"Sure?"
"Positive. I tell you, I feel----"
"And you," said Jonah scornfully, "you have the temerity to talk about praying for others' souls. You sit there and----"
"I tell you," insisted Berry, "that I have a premonition. Look here.
If I don't have a dart to-night, I shall never be the same man again.... Boy, I implore you----"
I shook my head.
"Nothing doing," I said. "You'll thank us one day."
"You don't understand," wailed Berry. "You've never known the feeling that you were bound to win."
"Yes, I have--often. And it's invariably proved a most expensive sensation."
There was a moment's silence. Then--
"Right," said my brother-in-law. "You're one and all determined to see me go down. You've watched me drop two hundred, and not one of you's going to give me a hand to help me pick it up. It may be high-minded, but it's hardly cordial. Some people might call it churlish.... Upon my soul, you are a cold-blooded crowd. Have you ever known a deal I wouldn't come in on? And now, because you are virtuous, I'm to lose my fun.... Ugh! Hymn Number Four Hundred and Seventy-Seven, 'The Cakes and Ale are Over.'"
Struggling with laughter, Adele left her seat and, coming quickly behind him, set her white hands upon his shoulders.
"Dear old chap," she said, laying her cheek against his, "look at it this way. You're begging and praying us to let you down. Yes, you are. And if we helped you to break your word, neither you nor we would ever, at the bottom of our hearts, think quite so much of us again.
And that's not good enough. Even if you won five thousand pounds it wouldn't compensate. Respect and self-respect aren't things you can buy."
"But, sweetheart," objected Berry, "nothing was said about borrowing.
Daphne admits it. If I can raise some money without reference to my bankers, I'm at liberty to do so."
"Certainly," said Adele. "But we mustn't help. If that was allowed, it 'ld knock the bottom out of your promise. You and Daphne and we are all in the same stable: and that--to mix metaphors--puts us out of Court. If you ran into a fellow you knew, and he would lend you some money, or you found a hundred in the street, or a letter for you arrived----"
"--or one of the lift-boys died, leaving me sole legatee.... I see.
Then I should be within my rights. In fact, if anything which can't happen came to pa.s.s, no one would raise any objection to my taking advantage of it. You know, you're getting too generous."
"That's better," said Adele. "A moment ago we were cold-blooded."
Berry winced.
"I take it back," he said humbly. "Your central heating arrangements, at any rate, are in perfect order. Unless your heart was glowing, your soft little cheek wouldn't be half so warm."
"I don't know about that," said Adele, straightening her back. "But we try to be sporting. And that's your fault," she added. "You've taught us."
The applause which greeted this remark was interrupted by the entry of a waiter bearing some letters which had been forwarded from Pau.
A registered package, for which Berry was requested to sign, set us all thinking.
"Whatever is it?" said Daphne.
"I can't imagine," replied her husband, scrutinising the postmark.
"'Paris'? I've ordered nothing from Paris that I can remember."
"Open it quick," said Jonah. "Perhaps it's some wherewithal."
Berry hacked at the string....
The next instant he leaped to his feet.
"Fate!" he shrieked. "Fate! I told you my luck was in!" He turned to his wife breathlessly. "'Member those Premium Bonds you wanted me to go in for? Over a month ago I applied for twenty-five. I'd forgotten about the trash--and _here they are_!"
Two hours and a half had gone by, and we were rounding a tremendous horse-shoe bend on the way to Zarauz, when my wife touched Berry upon the arm.
"Aren't you excited?" she said.
"Just a trifle," he answered. "But I'm trying to tread it under. It's essential that I should keep cool. When you're arm in arm with Fortune, you're apt to lose your head. And then you're done. The jade'll give me my cues--I'm sure of it. But she won't shout them.
I've got to keep my eyes skinned and my ears p.r.i.c.ked, if I'm going to pick them up."
"If I," said Adele, "were in your shoes, I should be just gibbering."
It was, indeed, a queer business.
The dramatic appearance of the funds had startled us all. Had they arrived earlier, had they come in the shape of something less easily negotiable than Bearer Bonds, had they been representing more or less than precisely the very sum which Berry had named in his appeal, we might have labelled the matter "Coincidence," and thought no more of it. Such a label, however, refused to stick. The affair ranked with thunder out of a cloudless sky.
As for my sister, with the wind taken out of her sails, she had hauled down her flag. The thing was too hard for her.
It was Jonah who had sprung a mine in the midst of our amazement.
"Stop," he had cried. "Where's yesterday's paper? Those things are Premium Bonds, and, unless I'm utterly mistaken, there was a drawing two days ago. One of those little fellows may be worth a thousand pounds."
The paper had confirmed his report....
The thought that, but for his wit, we might have released such substance to clutch at such a shadow, had set us all twittering more than ever.
At once a council had been held.
Finally it had been decided to visit a bank and, before we disposed of the Bonds, to ask for and search the official bulletin in which are published the results of all Government Lottery Draws.
Inquiry, however, had revealed that the day was some sort of a holiday, and that no banks would be open....
At last a financier was unearthed--a changer of money. In execrable French he had put himself at our service.
'Yes, he had the bulletin. It had arrived this morning...'