‘Is it raining, Captain Ferse?’
Ferse passed his hand down his trouser, and nodded.
‘Hadn’t you better go up and change them, Ronald?’
He put his elbows on his knees, and rested his head on his hands.
‘You must be tired, dear; won’t you go to bed? Shall I bring you something up?’
And still he did not move. The grin had faded off his lips; his eyes were closed. He looked like a man suddenly asleep, as some overdriven beast of burden might drop off between the shafts.
‘Shut the piano,’ whispered Dinny; ‘let’s go up.’
Diana closed the piano without noise and rose. With their arms linked they waited, but he did not stir.
‘Is he really asleep?’ whispered Dinny.
Ferse started up. ‘Sleep! I’m for it. I’m for it again. And I won’t stand it. By God! I won’t stand it!’
He stood a moment transfigured with a sort of fury; then, seeing them shrink, sank back on the sofa and buried his face in his hands. Impulsively Diana moved towards him.
Ferse looked up. His eyes were wild.
‘Don’t!’ he growled out. ‘Leave me alone! Go away!’
At the door Diana turned and said:
‘Ronald, won’t you see someone? Just to make you sleep – just for that.’
Ferse sprang up again. ‘I’ll see no one. Go away!’
They shrank out of the room, and up in Dinny’s bedroom stood with their arms round each other, quivering.
‘Have the maids gone to bed?’
‘They always go early, unless one of them is out.’
‘I think I ought to go down and telephone, Diana.’
‘No, Dinny, I will. Only to whom?’
That was, indeed, the question. They debated it in whispers. Diana thought her doctor; Dinny thought Adrian or Michael should be asked to go round to the doctor and bring him.
‘Was it like this before the last attack?’
‘No. He didn’t know then what was before him. I feel he might kill himself, Dinny.’
‘Has he a weapon?’
‘I gave his Service revolver to Adrian to keep for me.’
‘Razors?’
‘Only safety ones; and there’s nothing poisonous in the house.’
Dinny moved to the door.
‘I must go and telephone.’
‘Dinny, I can’t have you – ’
‘He wouldn’t touch me. It’s you that are in danger. Lock the door while I’m gone.’
And before Diana could stop her, she slid out. The lights still burned, and she stood a moment. Her room was on the second floor, facing the street. Diana’s bedroom and that of Ferse were on the drawing-room floor below. She must pass them to reach the hall and the little study where the telephone was kept. No sound came up. Diana had opened the door again and was standing there; and, conscious that at any moment she might slip past her and go down, Dinny ran forward and began descending the stairs. They creaked and she stopped to take off her shoes. Holding them in her hand she crept on past the drawing-room door. No sound came thence; and she sped down to the hall. She noticed Ferse’s hat and coat thrown across a chair, and, passing into the study, closed the door behind her. She stood a moment to recover breath, then, turning on the light, took up the directory. She found Adrian’s number and was stretching out her hand for the receiver when her wrist was seized, and with a gasp she turned to face Ferse. He twisted her round and stood pointing to the shoes still in her hand.
‘Going to give me away,’ he said, and, still holding her, took a knife out of his side pocket. Back, at the full length of her arm, Dinny looked him in the face. Somehow she was not so scared as she had been; her chief feeling was a sort of shame at having her shoes in her hand.
‘That’s silly, Captain Ferse,’ she said, icily. ‘You know we’d neither of us do you any harm.’
Ferse flung her hand from him, opened the knife, and with a violent effort severed the telephone wire. The receiver dropped on the floor. He closed the knife and put it back into his pocket. Dinny had the impression that with action he had become less unbalanced.
‘Put on your shoes,’ he said.
She did so.
‘Understand me, I’m not going to be interfered with, or messed about. I shall do what I like with myself.’
Dinny remained silent. Her heart was beating furiously, and she did not want her voice to betray it.
‘Did you hear?’
‘Yes. No one wants to interfere with you, or do anything you don’t like. We only want your good.’
‘I know that good,’ said Ferse. ‘No more of that for me.’ He went across to the window, tore a curtain aside, and looked out. ‘It’s raining like hell,’ he said, then turned and stood looking at her. His face began to twitch, his hands to clench. He moved his head from side to side. Suddenly he shouted: ‘Get out of this room, quick! Get out, get out!’