Dr. Messinger went down to the river's edge and untied the canoe; he brought with him a rifle, a drinking cup and a day's provisions.
He sat in the stern and pushed out from the bank; the current carried the bow down and in a few strokes of the paddle he was in midstream.
The sun was high and its reflection in the water dazzled and scorched him; he paddled on with regular, leisurely strokes; he was travelling fast.
For a mile's stretch the river narrowed and the water raced so that all he had to do was to trail the blade of the paddle as a rudder; then the walls of forest on either side of him fell back and he drifted into a great open lake, where he had to work heavily to keep in motion; all the time he watched keenly to right and left for the column of smoke, the thatched domes, the sly brown figure in the undergrowth, the drinking cattle, that would disclose the village he sought.
But there was no sign. In the open water he took up his field glasses and studied the whole wooded margin.
But there was no sign.
Later the river narrowed once more and the canoe shot forward in the swift current.
Ahead of him the surface was broken by rapids; the smooth water seethed and eddied; a low monotone warned him that beyond the rapids was a fall.
Dr. Messinger began to steer for the bank.
The current was running strongly and he exerted his full strength; ten yards from the beginning of this rapids his bow ran in under the bank.
There was a dense growth of thorn here, overhanging the river; the canoe slid under them and bit into the beach; very cautiously Dr. Messinger knelt forward in his place and stretched up to a bough over his head.
It was at that moment he came to grief; the stern swung out downstream and as he snatched at the paddle the craft was swept broadside into the troubled water; there it adopted an eccentric course, spinning and tumbling to the falls.
Dr. Messinger was tipped into the water; it was quite shallow in places and he caught at the rocks but they were worn smooth as ivory and afforded no hold for his hands; he rolled over twice, found himself in deep water and attempted to swim, found himself among boulders again and attempted to grapple with them.
Then he reached the falls.
They were unspectacular as falls in that country go — a drop of ten feet or less — but they were enough for Dr. Messinger.
At their foot the foam subsided into a great pool, almost still, and strewn with blossoms from the forest trees that encircled it.
Dr. Messinger's hat floated very slowly towards the Amazon and the water closed over his bald head.
Brenda went to see the family solicitors.
“Mr. Graceful,” she said,
“I've got to have some more money.”
Mr. Graceful looked at her sadly.
“I should have thought that was really a question for your bank manager.
I understand that your securities are to your own name and that the dividends are paid into your account.”
“They never seem to pay dividends nowadays.
Besides it's really very difficult to live on so little.”
“No doubt. No doubt.”
“Mr. Last left you with power of attorney, didn't he?”
“With strictly limited powers, Lady Brenda.
I am instructed to pay the wage bill at Hetton and all expenses connected with the upkeep of the estate — he is putting in new bathrooms and restoring some decorations in the morning room which had been demolished.
But I am afraid that I have no authority to draw on Mr. Last's account for other charges.”
“But, Mr. Graceful, I am sure he didn't intend to stay abroad so long.
He can't possibly have meant to leave me stranded like this, can he? … Can he?”
Mr. Graceful paused and fidgeted a little.
“To be quite frank, Lady Brenda, I fear that was his intention.
I raised this particular point shortly before his departure.
He was quite resolved on the subject.”
“But is he allowed to do that?
I mean haven't I got any rights under the marriage settlement or anything?”
“Nothing which you can claim without application to the Courts.
You might find solicitors who would advise you to take action.
I cannot say that I should be one of them.
Mr. Last would oppose any such order to the utmost and I think that, in the present circumstances, the Courts would undoubtedly find for him.
In any case it would be a prolonged, costly and slightly undignified proceeding.”
“Oh, I see … well, that's that, isn't it?”
“It certainly looks as though it were.”
Brenda rose to go.
It was high summer and through the open windows she could see the sun-bathed gardens of Lincoln's Inn.
“There's one thing.
Do you know, I mean, can you tell me whether Mr. Last made another will?”
“I'm afraid that is a thing I cannot discuss.”