The car swung off. Saton stood watching it with darkening face. There was some pity in his heart for this somewhat _pa.s.see_ young person, who had been kind to him during those first few weeks of his re-entering into life. He recognised the fact that his swift progress was unfortunate for her. He even sat for a moment or two smoking a cigarette in his very luxurious dressing-room, fingering the gold-topped bottles of his dressing-case, and wondering what would be the most effectual and least painful means of coming to an understanding with her!

CHAPTER VIII

AN INSTANCE OF OCCULTISM

The guests at Beauleys were all grouped together in the hall after dinner, the men, and some of the women, smoking cigarettes. Coffee and liqueurs were being served from the great oak sideboard. Lord Guerdon and his host had drawn a little apart from the others, at the former's instigation.

"Your friend Saton--extraordinary name, by the bye--seems to have struck upon an interesting theme of conversation," the judge remarked, a little drily, glancing across to where Saton stood, surrounded by most of the other guests.

"He has travelled a great deal," Rochester said, "and he seems to be one of that extravagant sort of persons who imbibe more or less the ideas of every country. Chiefly froth, I should imagine, but it gives him plenty to talk about."

The judge nodded thoughtfully.

"His face," he declared, "still puzzles me a little. Sometimes I am sure that I have seen it before. At others, I find it quite unfamiliar."

Rochester, who was watching Pauline, shrugged his shoulders.

"We may as well hear what the fellow is talking about," he remarked.

"Let us join the adoring throng." ...

"I will tell you one thing which I have realized in the course of my travels," Saton was saying as they drew near. "Amongst all the nations of the world, we English are at once the most ignorant, and the slowest to receive a new thing. In the exact sciences, we are perhaps just able to hold our own, but when it comes to the great unexplored fields, the average English person turns away with a shrug of the shoulders. 'I do not believe!' he says stolidly, and that is sufficient. He does not believe! Since the birth of Time there has been no more pitiful cry than that."

"One might easily be convinced that the fellow is in earnest,"

Rochester whispered.

The judge laid his hand upon his host's shoulder. There was a curious gleam in those deep-set eyes.

"Let him go on," he said. "This is interesting. I begin to remember."

"We all have a hobby, I suppose," Saton continued. "Mine has always been the study of the least understood of the sciences--I mean occultism. I, too, was prejudiced at first. I saw wonderful things in India, and my British instincts rose up like a wall. I did not believe. I refused to believe my eyes. In Egypt, and on the west coast of Africa, I had the chance of learning new things, and again I refused. But there came a time when even I was impressed. Then I began to study. I began to see that some of those things which we accept as being wonderful, and from which we turn away with a shrug of the shoulders, are capable of explanation--are submissive, in fact, to natural laws. There is not a doubt that in the generations to come, people will smile upon us, and pity us for our colossal stupidity."

"No wise person, my dear Mr. Saton," Mrs. Hinckley remarked, "would deny that there is yet a great deal to learn in life. But tell us exactly to what you refer?"

Saton raised his dark eyes and looked steadfastly at her.

"I mean, madam," he said, "the apprehension of things happening in the present in other parts, the apprehension of things about to happen in the future. Our brain we realize, and our muscles, but there is a subtler part of ourselves, of which we are as ignorant to-day as our forefathers were of electricity."

Lady Mary drew a little sigh.

"This is so fascinating," she said. "Do you really believe, then, that it is possible to foretell the future?"

"Why not?" Saton answered quietly. "The world is governed by laws just as inevitable as the physical laws which govern the seasons. It is only a matter of apprehension, a deliberate schooling of ourselves into the necessary temperament."

"Then all these people in Bond Street--these crystal gazers and fortune-tellers--" Lois began eagerly.

"They are charlatans, and stand in the way of progress," Saton declared, fiercely. "They have not the faintest glimmering of the truth, and they turn what should be the greatest of the sciences into buffoonery. To the real student it is never possible to answer questions to foretell specific things. On the other hand, it is as sure as the coming of night itself that there are times when a person who has studied these matters even so slightly as I myself, can feel the coming of events."

"Give us an instance," Lady Mary begged. "Tell us of something that is going to happen."

Saton moved a little back. His face was unnaturally pale.

"No!" he answered. "Don't ask me that. Remember, this is not a game.

It might even happen that I should tell you something terrifying. I am sorry that I've talked like this," he went on, a little wildly. "I am sorry that I came here to-night. Before I came I felt it coming. If you will excuse me, Lady Mary----"

She held out her hands and refused to accept his adieux.

"You shall not go!" she declared. "There is something in your mind.

You could tell us something if you would."

Saton looked around, as one genuinely anxious to escape. On the outskirts of the circle he saw Rochester, smiling faintly, half amused, half contemptuous, and by his side the parchment-like face of Lord Guerdon, whose eyes seemed riveted upon his.

"My dear Saton," Rochester said, "pray don't disappoint us of our thrill, after all this most effective preliminary. You believe that you possess a gift which we none of us share. Give us a proof of it.

No one here is afraid to hear the truth. Is it one specific thing you could tell?"

"One specific thing," Saton answered quickly, "about to happen to one person, and one person only."

"Is it a man or a woman?" Rochester asked.

"A man!" was the quick reply.

Rochester glanced carelessly around the little circle.

"Come," he said, "the women can have their thrill. There is nothing to fear. Penarvon here has all the pluck in the world. Hinckley is a V.C.

Captain Vandermere is a soldier, and I will answer for it that he has no nerves. Guerdon and I, I am sure, are safe. Let us hear your gruesome prophecy, my dear Saton, and if it comes true, we will form a little society, and you shall be our apostle. We will study occultism in place of bridge. We will be the founders of a new cult."

Saton pushed them away from him. His face was almost ghastly.

"It is not fair, this," he cried. "You do not know what you are asking. Can't you feel it, any of you others, as I do?" he exclaimed, looking a little wildly around. "There is something else in the room, something else besides you warm and living people. Be still, all of you."

There was a moment's breathless silence. Some papers on the table rustled. A picture on the wall shook. Lady Mary sat down in a chair.

Lois gave a little scream.

"There is a slight draught," Rochester remarked, calmly.

"It is no draught," Saton answered. "You want the truth and you shall have it. See, there are five men present."--He counted rapidly with his forefinger. "One of them will be dead before we leave this room."

Rochester strolled over to the sideboard, and helped himself to a cigarette.

"Come," he said, "this is going a little too far! Look at the cheeks of these ladies, Saton. A little melodrama is all very well, but you are too good an actor. Hinckley, and all of you," he said, looking around, "I propose that we end the strain. Let us go into the billiard-room and have a pool. I presume that the spell will then be broken."

Lady Mary shrieked.

"Don't move, any of you!" she cried. "I am afraid!"

Rochester laughed softly, and crossed the floor with firm footsteps.