Part 3 (1/2)
”He didn't give no instructions about the car?”
”The car is at the yard being repaired.”
”But I was engaged to drive her----”
”You will drive Mr. Colmacher when he returns.”
”And my wages----?”
”Oh, those will be paid. This is a place where they know what is due to us.”
”And I am to do nothing meanwhile?”
”If you have nothing to do, by all means.”
It was an odd thing to hear, to be sure, and you can well understand my hesitation as I stood there on the landing and watched that stiff and starched valet, who might have just come out of a tailor's shop.
Gentlemen are not usually reserved between themselves, but this fellow beat me altogether, and I liked him but little. Such a ”don't-touch-me-or-I-shall-vanish” manner you don't come across often even in Park Lane, and I soon saw that whatever else happened, Joseph, the valet, as they called him, and Lal Britten, the ”shuffer,” were never going to the North Pole together.
”If it's doing nothing,” said I at last, ”Mr. Colmacher won't have cause to complain of his driver. Am I to call again, or will he send for me?”
”He will send for you, unless you like to see Mr. Walter in the meantime?”
I looked up at this. There had been no ”Mr. Walter” in the business before.
”Mr. Walter--and who may Mr. Walter be?”
”He is Mr. Colmacher's son.”
”Then I will see him just as soon as you like.”
He nodded his head and invited me in. Presently I found myself in a fine bedroom on the far side of the flat, and what was my astonishment to discover Mr. Walter himself in bed with a big cut across his forehead and his right arm in a sling. He was a lean, pale youth, but with as cadaverous a face as I have ever looked upon; and when he spoke his voice appeared to come from the back of his head.
”You are the new driver my father has engaged?”
”Yes, sir, I am the same.”
”I hope you understand powerful cars. Did my father tell you that ours is a steam car?”
”He talked about a fifty-seven Daimler, sir.”
”But you have had experience with steam cars----”
”How did you know that, sir?”
He smiled softly.
”We have made inquiries--naturally, we should do so.”
”Then you have not been misinformed. I drove a thirty-horse White three months last year.”
”Ah, the same car that we drive. Unfortunately, I cannot help my father just now, for I have met with an accident--in the hunting field.”