The Shadow of the East
“The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children’s teeth are set on edge."
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 craft—liners, 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 I’ve had every official in Japan hunting for you these last two days, Barry. If I hadn’t 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 Tokio—quite off the beaten track. There’s an old Shinto temple there that I have been wanting to sketch for a long time.”
“Atherton’s luck!” commented the American complacently. “It generally holds good. I couldn’t leave Japan without seeing you, and I must sail tonight.”
“What’s your hurry—Wall Street going to the dogs without you?”
“No. I’ve cut out from Wall Street. I’ve made all the money I want, and I’m only concerned with spending it now. No, the fact is I—er—I 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 we’ve been going the devil of a pace. We had to entertain every one who had entertained us—and 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 I’d 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 like—out West or anywhere else on earth away from that durned society crowd. I’ll admit I lost my temper and did some shouting. Nina couldn’t 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. “You’ve the instincts of a Turk rather than of an enlightened American citizen. You’ve not seen my sister-in-law yet, Mr. Craven,” he turned to the Englishman. “She’s a peach! Smartest little girl in N’York. Leader of society—dollars no object—small wonder she didn’t fall in with Jermyn’s prehistoric notions. You’re a cave man, elder brother—I put my money on Nina every time. Hell! isn’t 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 brother’s sleepy drawl subsided, “and didn’t seem to get any further on. At last I lost my temper completely and decided to clear out alone if Nina wouldn’t 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 o’clock, and we sailed at eight. If my man hadn’t 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 in—and Jermyn’s 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 moment’s notice and show Nina he didn’t 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 hasn’t 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.
“I’ve 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 couldn’t stand it any longer, so I cabled to Nina that I was returning at once. I’m quite prepared to eat humble pie and all the rest of it—in 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. “She’ll 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.
“Don’t assault the only guide, philosopher and friend you’ve got who has the courage to tell you a few home truths. Say, Jermyn, d’y’know 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 didn’t do any dam foolishness. Oh, she’s got me to heel right enough. Well! I guess I’ll 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 summer—a bit more crowded than the Rockies, which are Jermyn’s Mecca, but more home comforts—appeal 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.
“Isn’t he the darndest? A clam is communicative compared with Leslie. Fancy him having that card up his sleeve all the while. Nina’s had the bulge on me right straight along.”
He pushed a cigar-box across the wicker table between them.
“No, thanks,” said Craven, taking a case from his pocket. “I’ll have a cigarette, if you don’t mind.”
The American settled himself in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the harbour lights, his thoughts very obviously some thousands of miles away. Craven watched him speculatively. Atherton the big game-hunter, Atherton the mine-owner, he knew perfectly—but Atherton the New York broker, Atherton married, he was unacquainted with and he was trying to adjust and consolidate the two personalities.
It was the same Atherton—but more human, more humble, if such a word could be applied to an American millionaire. He felt a sudden curiosity to see the woman who had brought that new look into his old friend’s keen blue eyes. He