Nancy was mute.
‘Less than nothing, indeed. She owed a few hundreds that she had no means of paying. The joke of the thing is, that she has left an elaborate will, with legacies to half-a-dozen people, myself first of all. If she had been so good as to die two years ago, I should have come in for a thousand a year or so. No one suspected what was going on; she never allowed Vawdrey, the one man who could have been useful to her, to have an inkling of the affair. An advertising broker got her in his clutches. Vawdrey’s lawyer has been going through her papers, and finds everything quite intelligible. The money has gone in lumps, good after bad. Swindling, of course, but perfectly legal swindling, nothing to be done about it. A minute or two before her death she gasped out some words of revelation to the nurse, enough to set Vawdrey on the track, when he was told.’
Still the listener said nothing.
‘Well, I had a talk with Vawdrey. He’s a blackguard, but not a bad fellow. Wished he could help me, but didn’t quite see how, unless I would go into business. However, he had a suggestion to make.’
For Nancy, the pause was charged with apprehensions. She seemed to discover in her husband’s face a purpose which he knew would excite her resistance.
‘He and I have often talked about my friend Sutherland, in the Bahamas, and Vawdrey has an idea that there’ll be a profitable opening in that quarter, before long. Sutherland has written to me lately that he thinks of bestirring himself in the projects I’ve told you about; he has got the old man’s consent to borrow money on the property. Now Vawdrey, naturally enough, would like Sutherland to join him in starting a company; the thoughts of such men run only on companies. So he offers, if I will go out to the Bahamas for a month or two, and look about me, and put myself in a position to make some kind of report—he offers to pay my expenses. Of course if the idea came to anything, and a company got floated, I should have shares.’
Again he paused. The listener had wide, miserable eyes.
‘Well, I told him at once that I would accept the proposal. I have no right to refuse. All I possess in the world, at this moment, is about sixty pounds. If I sold all my books and furniture, they might bring another sixty or so. What, then, is to become of me? I must set to work at something, and here’s the first work that comes to hand. But,’ his voice softened, ‘this puts us face to face with a very grave question; doesn’t it? Are we to relinquish your money, and be both of us penniless? Or is there any possibility of saving it?’
‘How can we? How could the secret be kept?’
Voice and countenance joined in utter dismay.