Edith Maude Hull - The Shadow of the East

E. M. Hull

The Shadow of the East

CHAPTER I

The American yacht lying off the harbour at Yokohama was brilliantly lit from stem to stern. Between it and the shore the reflection of the full moon glittered on the water up to the steps of the big black landing-stage. The glamour of the eastern night and the moonlight combined to lend enchantment to a scene that by day is blatant and tawdry, and the countless coloured lamps twinkling along the sea wall and dotted over the Bluff transformed the Japanese town into fairyland.

The night was warm and still, and there was barely a ripple on the water. The Bay was full of craftliners, tramps, and yachts swinging slowly with the tide, and hurrying to and fro sampans and electric launches jostled indiscriminately.

On board the yacht three men were lying in long chairs on the deck. Jermyn Atherton, the millionaire owner, a tall thin American whose keen, clever face looked singularly youthful under a thick crop of iron-grey hair, sat forward in his chair to light a fresh cigar, and then turned to the man on his right. I guess Ive had every official in Japan hunting for you these last two days, Barry. If I hadnt had your wire from Tokio this morning I should have gone to our Consul and churned up the whole Japanese Secret Service and made an international affair of it, he laughed. Where in all creation were you? I should hardly have thought it possible to get out of touch in this little old island. The authorities, too, knew all about you, and reckoned they could lay their hands on you in twelve hours. I rattled them up some, he added, with evident satisfaction.

The Englishman smiled.

You seem to have done, he said dryly. When I got into Tokio this morning I was fallen on by a hysterical inspector of police who implored me with tears to communicate immediately with an infuriated American who was raising Cain in Yokohama over my disappearance. As a matter of fact I was in a little village twenty miles inland from Tokioquite off the beaten track. Theres an old Shinto temple there that I have been wanting to sketch for a long time.

Athertons luck! commented the American complacently. It generally holds good. I couldnt leave Japan without seeing you, and I must sail tonight.

Whats your hurryWall Street going to the dogs without you?

No. Ive cut out from Wall Street. Ive made all the money I want, and Im only concerned with spending it now. No, the fact is IerI left home rather suddenly.

A soft chuckle came from the recumbent occupant of the third chair, but Atherton ignored it and hurried on, twirling rapidly, as he spoke, a single eyeglass attached to a thin black cord.

Ever since Nina and I were married last year weve been going the devil of a pace. We had to entertain every one who had entertained usand a few more folk besides. There was something doing all day and every day until at last it seemed to me that I never saw my wife except at the other end of a dining table with a crowd of silly fools in between us. I reckoned Id just about had enough of it. Came on me just like a flash sitting in my office down town one morning, so I buzzed home right away in the auto and told her I was sick of the whole thing and that I wanted her to come away with me and see what real life was likeout West or anywhere else on earth away from that durned society crowd. Ill admit I lost my temper and did some shouting. Nina couldnt see it from my point of view.

My God, Jermyn! I should think not, drawled a sleepy voice from the third chair, and a short, immensely stout man struggled up into a sitting position, mopping his forehead vigorously. Youve the instincts of a Turk rather than of an enlightened American citizen. Youve not seen my sister-in-law yet, Mr. Craven, he turned to the Englishman. Shes a peach! Smartest little girl in NYork. Leader of societydollars no objectsmall wonder she didnt fall in with Jermyns prehistoric notions. Youre a cave man, elder brotherI put my money on Nina every time. Hell! isnt it hot? He sank down again full length, flapping his handkerchief feebly at a persistent mosquito.

We argued for a week, resumed Jermyn Atherton when his brothers sleepy drawl subsided, and didnt seem to get any further on. At last I lost my temper completely and decided to clear out alone if Nina wouldnt come with me. Leslie was not doing anything at the time, so I persuaded him to come along too.

Leslie Atherton sat up again with a jerk.

Persuaded! he exploded, A dam queer notion of persuasion. Shanghaied, I call it. Ran me to earth at the club at five oclock, and we sailed at eight. If my man hadnt been fond of the sea and keen on the trip himself, I should have left America for a cruise round the world in the clothes I stood up inand Jermyns duds would be about as useful to me as a suit of reach-me-downs off the line. Persuasion? Shucks! Jermyn thought it was kind of funny to start right off on an ocean trip at a moments notice and show Nina he didnt care a durn. Crazy notion of humour. He lay back languidly and covered his face with a large silk handkerchief.

Barry Craven turned toward his host with amused curiosity in his grey eyes.

Well? He asked at length.

Atherton returned his look with a slightly embarrassed smile.

It hasnt been so blamed funny after all, he said quietly. A Chinese coffin-ship from Frisco would be hilarious compared with this trip, rapped a sarcastic voice from behind the silk handkerchief.

Ive felt a brute ever since we lost sight of Sandy Hook, continued Atherton, looking away toward the twinkling lights on shore, and as soon as we put in here I couldnt stand it any longer, so I cabled to Nina that I was returning at once. Im quite prepared to eat humble pie and all the rest of itin fact I shall relish it, with a sudden shy laugh.

His brother heaved his vast bulk clear of the deck chair with a mighty effort.

Humble pie! Huh! he snorted contemptuously. Shell kill the fatted calf and put a halo of glory round your head and invite in all the neighbours for this my prodigal husband has returned to me! He ducked with surprising swiftness to avoid a book that Atherton hurled at his head and shook a chubby forefinger at him reprovingly.

Dont assault the only guide, philosopher and friend youve got who has the courage to tell you a few home truths. Say, Jermyn, dyknow why I finally consented to come on this crazy cruise, anyway? Because Nina got me on the phone while you were hammering away at me at the club and ordered me to go right along with you and see you didnt do any dam foolishness. Oh, shes got me to heel right enough. Well! I guess Ill turn in and get to sleep before those fool engines start chump-chumping under my pillow. You boys will want a pow-wow to your two selves; there are times when three is a crowd. Good-bye, Mr. Craven, pleased to have met you. Hope to see you in the Adirondacks next summera bit more crowded than the Rockies, which are Jermyns Mecca, but more home comfortsappeal to a man of my build. He slipped away with the noiseless tread that is habitual to heavy men.

Jermyn Atherton looked after his retreating figure and laughed uproariously.

Isnt he the darndest? A clam is communicative compared with Leslie. Fancy him having that card up his sleeve all the while. Ninas had the bulge on me right straight along.