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He was silent for a minute or two. The sun had set, and the velvety darkness of the African night was enveloping us like a mantle.
âSome of it I know,â I said gently.
âWhat do you know?â
âI know that your real name is Harry Lucas.â
Still he hesitatedâ ânot looking at me, but staring straight out in front of him. I had no clue as to what was passing in his mind, but at last he jerked his head forward as though acquiescing in some unspoken decision of his own and began his story.
XXVIâYou are right. My real name is Harry Lucas. My father was a retired soldier who came out to farm in Rhodesia. He died when I was in my second year at Cambridge.â
âWere you fond of him?â I asked suddenly.
âIâ ââ ⊠donât know.â
Then he flushed and went on with sudden vehemence:
âWhy do I say that? I did love my father. We said bitter things to each other the last time I saw him, and we had many rows over my wildness and my debts, but I cared for the old man. I know how much nowâ âwhen itâs too late,â he continued more quietly. âIt was at Cambridge that I met the other fellowâ ââ
âYoung Eardsley?â
âYesâ âyoung Eardsley. His father, as you know, was one of South Africaâs most prominent men. We drifted together at once, my friend and I. We had our love of South Africa in common and we both had a taste for the untrodden places of the world. After he left Cambridge, Eardsley had a final quarrel with his father. The old man had paid his debts twice, he refused to do so again. There was a bitter scene between them. Sir Laurence declared himself at the end of his patienceâ âhe would do no more for his son. He must stand on his own legs for a while. The result was, as you know, that those two young men went off to South America together, prospecting for diamonds. Iâm not going into that now, but we had a wonderful time out there. Hardships in plenty, you understand, but it was a good lifeâ âa hand-to-mouth scramble for existence far from the beaten trackâ âand, my God! thatâs the place to know a friend. There was a bond forged between us two out there that only death could have broken. Well, as Colonel Race told you, our efforts were crowned with success. We found a second Kimberley in the heart of the British Guiana jungles. I canât tell you our elation. It wasnât so much the actual value in money of the findâ âyou see, Eardsley was used to money, and he knew that when his father died he would be a millionaire, and Lucas had always been poor and was used to it. No, it was the sheer delight of discovery.â
He paused, and then added, almost apologetically:
âYou donât mind my telling it this way, do you? As though I wasnât in it at all. It seems like that now when I look back and see those two boys. I almost forget that one of them wasâ âHarry Rayburn.â
âTell it any way you like,â I said, and he went on:
âWe came to Kimberleyâ âvery cock-a-hoop over our find. We brought a magnificent selection of diamonds with us to submit to the experts. And thenâ âin the hotel at Kimberleyâ âwe met herâ ââ âŠâ
I stiffened a little, and the hand that rested on the doorpost clenched itself involuntarily.
âAnita GrĂŒnbergâ âthat was her name. She was an actress. Quite young and very beautiful. She was South African born, but her mother was a Hungarian, I believe. There was some sort of mystery about her, and that, of course, heightened her attraction for two boys home from the wilds. She must have had an easy task. We both fell for her right away, and we both took it hard. It was the first shadow that had ever come between usâ âbut even then it didnât weaken our friendship. Each of us, I honestly believe, was willing to stand aside for the other to go in and win. But that wasnât her game. Sometimes, afterwards, I wondered why it hadnât been, for Sir Laurence Eardsleyâs only son was quite a parti. But the truth of it was that she was marriedâ âto a sorter in De Beersââ âthough nobody knew of it. She pretended enormous interests in our discovery, and we told her all about it and even showed her the diamonds. Delilahâ âthatâs what she should have been calledâ âand she played her part well!
âThe De Beers robbery was discovered, and like a thunderclap the police came down upon us. They seized our diamonds. We only laughed at firstâ âthe whole thing was so absurd. And then the diamonds were produced in courtâ âand without question they were the stones stolen from De Beersâ. Anita GrĂŒnberg had disappeared. She had effected the substitution neatly enough, and our story that these were not the stones originally in our possession was laughed to scorn.
âSir Laurence Eardsley had enormous influence. He succeeded in getting the case dismissedâ âbut it left two young men ruined and disgraced to face the world with the stigma of thief attached to their names, and it pretty well broke the old fellowâs heart. He had one bitter interview with his son in which he heaped upon him every reproach imaginable. He had done what he could to save the family name, but from that day on his son was his son no longer. He cast him off utterly. And the boy, like the proud young fool that he was, remained silent, disdaining to protest his innocence in the face of his fatherâs disbelief. He came out furious from the interviewâ âhis friend was waiting for him. A week later war was declared. The two friends enlisted together. You know what happened. The best pal a man ever had was killed, partly through his own mad recklessness in rushing into unnecessary danger. He died with his name tarnished.â ââ âŠ
âI swear to you,
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