THAT TACTLESS DETECTIVE
Her visit to town had certainly done May no harm. On the day of their
arrival, she and her mother dined with me at the newest thing in
restaurants, and we went afterwards to a roof garden. I had provided a
man of an age suitable to Mrs. Derwent to make up the party, and so the
evening passed pleasantly for all--delightfully for me. For, to my great
relief, May seemed really better. With flushed cheeks and sparkling
eyes, she flitted gaily from one topic to another, and only occasionally
did she give one of her nervous starts. Her good spirits kept up nearly
to the end, when she suddenly sank back into the state of apathy, which,
alas! I knew so well.
Mrs. Derwent had taken care to inform me that Norman had called late
that afternoon to inquire how they had borne the journey, and had been
surprised to hear that they were dining out. Was this a hint that I
should have invited him also? If so, it was one that I did not mean to
take. Having at last succeeded in parting him from May, I was determined
not to be the one to bring them together again.
I had decided, in deference to May's morbid horror of seeing a doctor,
that it would be better that her first interview with the nerve
specialist should take place under circumstances which would lead her
to suppose that their meeting was purely accidental. Thinking herself
unnoticed, she would put no restraint on herself, and he would thus be
able to judge much more easily of the full extent of her peculiarities.
Mrs. Derwent and I had therefore arranged that we should all lunch
together on the day following their arrival in town. Atkins's affairs,
however, detained me so long that I was almost late for my appointment,
and when I at last got to the Waldorf, I found the doctor already
waiting for me.
Luckily, the ladies were also late, so that I had ample time before they
turned up to describe May's symptoms, and to give him a hurried account
of what we knew of her experiences at the Rosemere. When she at last
appeared, very pale, but looking lovelier than ever, in a trailing blue
gown, I saw that he was much impressed by her. Her manner was languid
rather than nervous, and she greeted us both with quiet dignity.
Notwithstanding the object of the lunch, it passed off very pleasantly,
and I am sure no one could have guessed from our behaviour that it was
not a purely social occasion. Doctor Storrs especially was wonderful,
and was soon chatting and laughing with May as if he had known her all
her life. After lunch, Mrs. Derwent and I retired to a distant corner.
The Doctor led the young lady to a window seat, and I was glad to see
that they were soon talking earnestly to each other. I didn't dare
to watch them, for fear she might suspect that we had arranged this
interview. Doctor Storrs kept her there almost an hour, and when they
at last joined us she looked quite ghastly, and her mouth quivered
pathetically.
As we stood in the hall, waiting for the ladies' sunshades to be
brought, I was astonished and annoyed to see Merritt coming towards us.
He caught Miss Derwent's eye and bowed. She smiled and bowed in return,
which encouraged him to join us.
"How do you do? I trust you are well," he stammered. He seemed quite
painfully embarrassed, which surprised me, as I should never have
thought him capable of shyness.
"Quite well, thank you," she answered, graciously, evidently pitying his
confusion.
"That was a dreadful affair at the Rosemere," he bungled on, twisting
his hat nervously round and round.
She drew herself up.
"I suppose the Doctor has told you the latest development of that
affair?" he plunged on, regardless of her stiffness.
I stared at him in surprise; what was the matter with the man?
"No," she answered, looking anxiously at me.
"Well, he's discreet; you see we don't want it to get into the papers--"
he paused, as if waiting to be questioned.
"What has happened?" struggled through her ashen lips.
"I don't know if you know Mrs. Atkins," he went on, more glibly; "she's
a young bride, who has an apartment at the Rosemere."
She shook her head impatiently.
"Well, this lady has disappeared," he went on, lowering his voice; "and
we very much fear that she has fled because she knew more about that
murder than she should have done."
Miss Derwent tottered, and steadied herself against a table, but Mr.
Merritt, with surprising denseness, failed to notice her agitation, and
continued:
"It's very sad for her husband. Such a fine young fellow, and only
married since May! He has been driven almost crazy by her flight. Of
course, it's difficult to pity a murderess, and yet, when I think of
that poor young thing forced to fly from her home in the middle of
the night, I can't help feeling sorry for her. Luckily, she has heart
disease, so that the agitation of being hunted from one place to another
will probably soon kill her. That would be the happiest solution for all
concerned."
The sunshades having been brought, Mrs. Derwent, after glancing several
times impatiently at her daughter, at last moved towards her, but the
latter motioned her back.
"Excuse me, Mamma, but I must say a few more words to this gentleman. I
should like to know some more about Mrs. Atkins," she continued, turning
again to the detective. "What made her think she was suspected?"
"Well, you see, the dead man was a friend of hers, and had been calling
on her the very evening he was murdered. The fellow's name was Allan
Brown, and we have discovered that a good many years ago he was credited
with being one of her admirers. I guess that's true, too; but he was
a worthless chap, and she no doubt turned him down. At all events, he
disappeared from Chicago, and we doubt if she has seen him since. Our
theory is, that when he found out that she was rich, and married, he
tried to blackmail her. We know that he was drunk at the time of his
death, and so we think that, in a fit of desperation, she killed him. It
was a dreadful thing to do. I don't say it wasn't, but if you had seen
her--so small, so ill, so worn by anxiety and remorse--I don't think
you could help wishing she might escape paying the full penalty of her
crime."
"I do hope so. What is her name, did you say?"
"Mrs. Lawrence P. Atkins."
"Mrs. Lawrence P. Atkins," she repeated. "And you cannot find her?"
"We have not yet been able to do so."
"This is too dreadful; how I pity the poor husband." And her eyes sought
her mother, and rested on her with an expression I could not fathom.
The detective stood watching the girl for a moment, then, with a low
bow, finally took himself off. My parting nod was very curt. Could any
one have been more awkward, more tactless, more indiscreet, than he had
been during his conversation with Miss Derwent? Was the man drunk? And
what did he mean by talking about the Atkins's affairs in this way?
As the girl turned to say good-bye I was struck by a subtle change that
had come over her; a great calm seemed to have settled upon her and a
strange, steady light burnt in her eyes.
As I was anxious to have a private talk with the Doctor, I jumped into
an automobile with him, for he had only just enough time to catch his
train.
"Well, Doctor Storrs, what do you think of the young lady's case?"
"That girl is no more insane than I am, Fortescue. She is suffering from
some terrible shock, but even now she has more self-control than nine
women out of ten. What kind of a shock she has had I don't know, but am
sure it is connected in some way with the Rosemere murder. If you ever
do discover its exact nature, mark my words, you will find she has
been through some ghastly experience and has borne up with amazing
fortitude."
"What do you think ought to be done for her?"
"You will find that there is very little that can be done. Something is
still hanging over her, I am sure; in fact she hinted as much to me.
Now, unless we can find out the cause of her trouble and remove it,
it is useless to look for an amelioration of her condition. In the
meantime, let her have her head. She knows what she has to struggle
against; we don't."
"It's all very mysterious, but I wish we could help her."
We had now reached his destination, and, with a hurried farewell, he
disappeared into the station.
I had promised Mrs. Derwent to let her know immediately the result of my
talk with Storrs, so, without alighting, I drove at once to the hotel.
In order to avoid arousing May's suspicions by calling so soon again,
Mrs. Derwent had agreed to meet me in the hotel parlour. I told her as
briefly as I could what the Doctor had said. When I had finished, I saw
that she was struggling with conflicting emotions.
"What can have happened to her? Oh, it is all so dreadful that I don't
know what to think or fear."
"Can't you get your daughter to confide in you?"
"I will try," she murmured, as the large tears stole down her white
cheeks, and, rising, she held out her long slender hand, on which
sparkled a few handsome rings. As she stood there--tall, stately, still
beautiful, in spite of her sufferings, her small, classic head crowned
with a wreath of silvery hair--she looked like some afflicted queen, and
I pitied her from the bottom of my heart. But was not my distress as
great as hers!
On leaving the poor lady I hurried back to my office, where I found
Atkins sitting in a miserable heap. He looked so dreadfully ill that I
was alarmed.
"Have you had anything to eat to-day?" I asked. He shook his head in
disgust. Without another word, I rang for my boy, and in a quarter of an
hour a very passable little meal was spread on my table.
"Now, eat that," I said. He frowned, and shook his head.
"Atkins, you are behaving like a child; you must not fall ill now, or
what will become of your wife?"
He hesitated a minute, then sat obediently down. I drew up a chair also,
and, by playing with some fruit, pretended to be sharing his meal. The
more I watched him the more I became convinced that something must be
done to relieve the tension under which he suffered. A new emotion might
serve the purpose; so I said:
"I have just found out some interesting facts about the murdered man."
He dropped his knife and fork.
"What?" he gasped.
"Nothing at all derogatory to your wife, I assure you; I am more than
ever convinced that a frank talk would have cleared up your little
misunderstanding long ago."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I'll tell you the whole story, only you must eat."
He fell to with feverish haste, his hollow eyes fixed on my face.
"Your wife's visitor was not a friend of hers, and Merritt (here I
strained a point) is sure she has not met him for years. He used to be
one of her admirers till she refused to see him, and then he left
Chicago and has not been seen there since; but he has a bad record in
several other cities. The night he was killed he came to your apartment
drunk, and the detective thinks he probably tried to get money from your
wife. It seems to me natural that she should have concealed his visit.
He was not a guest to be proud of, and, besides, she may have been
afraid of rousing your jealousy, for you are pretty jealous, you know."
"What a crazy fool I have been; I deserve to lose her. But," he
inquired, with renewed suspicion, "why has she run away?"
"Because she found out that the fact that the dead man had gone to the
Rosemere to see her had become known to the police, for when I saw her
yesterday afternoon I blurted out that the detective did not believe in
Argot's guilt, but was on the track of some female. She at once jumped
to the conclusion that he suspected her, and decided to fly before she
could be apprehended, and so save her life and your honour."
"Well, Doctor," he cried, pushing his plate away, "I feel better. Your
news is such a relief. I must now be off again. I can't rest. Oh, how I
wish I might be the one to find my little girl!"
"I do hope you will; only don't be disappointed if you are not
immediately successful; New York is a big place, remember. But till you
do find your wife I wish that instead of going back to your apartment
you would stay here with me; we are both alone, and would be company for
each other."
"Thank you; if I don't find her, I'll accept your offer. You're awfully
kind, Doctor."
The poor fellow turned up again, footsore and weary, at about twelve
that night. He was too exhausted by that time to suffer much, but I gave
him a sedative so as to make sure of his having a good sleep.