Le Queux William
The Pauper of Park Lane
Chapter One.
Introduces a Man and a Mystery
Theres some mystery about that girl Im certain of it.
What makes you suspect that?
Well, first, shes evidently a lady the daughter of a man who has come down in the world most probably: and secondly
Ah! You mean the secret lover the man who was here yesterday and bought a twenty-guinea evening gown of her to send to his sister eh? exclaimed Mr Warner, buyer of the costume department of the great drapery house of Cunningtons, in Oxford Street, that huge store which, as everybody knows, competes with Whiteleys and Harrods for the premier place of the middle-class trade in London.
Yes, laughed Miss Thomas, the rather stout middle-aged woman who was head saleswoman of the department, as she stood in the small, glass-partitioned office of the buyer, a pleasant-faced man of forty-five who was an expert in ladies costumes, and twice yearly bought his stock personally in Paris and in Berlin. Yes. Shes a really nice girl, but I cant quite make her out, although shes been here for over a year now.
And the lover? asked the buyer, with a glance across the long square room where autumn costumes of every description were displayed upon stands, or hanging by the hundred in long rows, while ranged round the walls were many expensive evening-dresses exhibited in glass cases. It was afternoon, and the place was full of customers, the assistants in their neat black holding ready-made skirts to their sides to try the effect, or conducting the prospective purchaser to the fitting-rooms. And yet they were not what Mr Warner termed busy.
The man, too, is a mystery, like Miss Rolfe. Nobody knows his name. He comes in sometimes, goes up to her, and asks to be served with a skirt or something, and has it sent to Mr Evans at some chambers in Dover Street. The name is, of course, not the right one, said the head assistant. But Miss Rolfe knows it, of course?
Probably she does.
And she meets him after business hours?
I think so. But she keeps herself very much to herself, and is always at home early.
Mr Warner glanced across at the tall, fair-haired, handsome girl, whose figure showed to such advantage in her black satin gown. At that moment she was displaying a cheap tweed skirt to two middle-aged women. Her face, as he caught its profile, was very soft and refined, the contour of her cheeks perfect, and the stray wisp of hair across the brow gave a softness to her countenance that was charming. Many a stage girl whose photograph was displayed in the shop-windows was not half so beautiful as the demure, hard-working shop-assistant, Marion Rolfe.
The air of mystery surrounding her, Mr Warner found interesting, and the love-romance now in progress he intended to watch. Towards his assistants, he was always lenient. Unlike some buyers, he was never hard, and never bullied them. He believed that by treating them with kindliness and with the courtesy every man should show towards a woman he obtained the best of their business abilities, as no doubt he did. Warner of the Costumes was known through the whole house as one of the most considerate of men, and one of the most trusted of old Mr Cunningtons advisers. Those in his department were envied by all the other seven hundred odd assistants in the employment of the great firm.
While Mr Warner and Miss Thomas were speaking, a smart-looking, fair-haired, fair-moustached young man of about twenty-five, in frock coat and silk hat, entered, and walking up to the little office, greeted the buyer saying
Mr Warner, Im sorry to worry you, but may I speak to my sister for a moment on some important family business? I wont keep her but a few moments, for I see shes busy.
Why, certainly, Mr Rolfe, was the good-humoured reply, as Miss Thomas went away to serve a customer. Its against our rules, as you know, but for my own part I can never see why a young lady need be debarred from speaking to her own brother.
Youre always very good, Mr Warner, responded the young man, and Id like to thank you for many little kindnesses youve shown to Marion.
Oh, nothing, nothing, my dear Mr Rolfe, Warner said. Your sister is an excellent business woman one of the best I have, I may tell you. But look! Shes disengaged now. Go over to her. And he watched the young man crossing the department.
Marion, surprised when her brother stood before her, immediately asked whether he had received Mr Warners permission.
Of course I have, was his quick reply in rather an excited manner, she thought. I just ran up to tell you that I have to go abroad suddenly to-night, and to say good-bye. Old Sam Statham is sending me out to Servia. He only told me at one oclock that I must go, and Ive been buying some things necessary.
To Servia! exclaimed the girl, amazed that her brother, to whom she was devoted, was to go so far from her.
Yes. We have some mining interests and some other things out there, and old Sam suddenly decided to send me out to make certain inquiries. I shall be away a month or two, I daresay, as I have to go to see a new mine in the course of preparation down on the banks of the Danube somewhere.
But do take care of yourself, Charlie, urged the girl, looking up into her brothers face. Ive heard that its an unsafe country.
Unsafe! Why thats quite a fallacy. Servia is as safe as the Strand nowadays. Bland, our chief clerk, was out there a year, and hes been telling me how delightful the people are. Servia is entirely misjudged by us.
Then youll go to-night?
Yes, by the mail from Charing Cross, he replied. But dont come and see me off. I hate people to do that. And when you see dear old Max, tell him that Im sorry I had no time to go round before leaving. Ive just telephoned, and his man says he wont be back till seven. That will be too late for me.
Very well, replied his sister. But
But what?
Well, Charlie, Im sorry youre going. I feel well, I feel that you are going to a place where an accident might happen to you. I know nothing about Servia, and besides
Well?
The mystery about old Sam Statham always haunts me. I dont somehow like that man.
You only met him once, and he was very courteous to you. Besides, he is my master. Were it not for him I should most probably be going about London penniless.
I know, I know, she said. Have you been to his house in Park Lane lately?
I was there this morning, but only for five minutes. He gave me some instructions about a call I had to make in the city.
I wish you could leave him and get some other work as secretary. I dont like him. He isnt what he pretends to be, Im sure he isnt.
He pretends to be nothing, laughed her brother. Old Sam is a millionaire, and millionaires need no pretence. He could buy up this show twice over, and then leave a million for the death duties. Youve taken a prejudice against him.
A womans prejudice which often is not very far wrong.
I know that you women see much further than we men do, but in this, Marion, you are quite wrong. Old Sam is eccentric and mean, but at heart hes not at all a bad old fellow.
Well, I tell you frankly, I dont half like your going to Servia under his auspices.
Charlie Rolfe laughed aloud.
My dear Marion, of what are you apprehensive? he asked. I go in a very responsible position, as his confidential secretary, to inquire into certain matters in his interests. If I carry out my mission successfully, I shall get a rise of salary.