THE SECRET SIGNALS
Ruth was stretched out on a steamer rug on the warm sands, lazily
looking out over the blue waters.
Barbara was disporting herself in the waves like a water sprite who had
dared to show herself among mortals. Many of the bathers stopped to
watch with admiration the figure of the young girl plunging gracefully
through the waves.
But Ruth was not watching Barbara. She was thinking deeply.
Why had the Countess Sophia von Stolberg refused to prosecute the two
foreigners who had deliberately insulted her?
Immediately after their return from the picnic Mr. Stuart had written
the young countess a note. He suggested that he have the two strangers
put out of their hotel, even driven away from Palm Beach. But the
countess's reply had been polite, but firm. No; she did not wish to
prosecute her annoyers. The men had simply made a mistake. There would
be less notoriety if she let the matter drop.
Mr. Stuart was not satisfied. He assured the countess that he and Mr.
Warren had sufficient influence to have the two men sent away without
the least publicity attending their dismissal. Still the decision of the
countess remained unchanged. She graciously thanked Mr. Stuart for his
kindness, but she really preferred to let the whole matter drop.
There was nothing more to be said.
Ruth now observed these same two men. They were seated not far from her,
watching Barbara with stolid admiration. So far as Ruth knew they had
not repeated their attempt to arrest the countess. But they had not
confessed their error, nor offered to apologize either to Mr. Stuart or
to the countess.
The story that there was a notorious woman swindler at large at Palm
Beach was now common gossip.
"It is absurd to suspect the countess," Ruth thought as she reviewed the
recent disagreeable incident. "If the scandal goes any further I shall
side with her, no matter what may be the consequences." Ruth ended her
reverie by making this last statement aloud. But she was sorry a second
later.
A voice spoke at her elbow. "Do you think, Mademoiselle Ruth," it
inquired, "that suspicion of a certain person will reach a point where
you will be required to take sides?"
Ruth started. She had been in a brown study, and was embarrassed and
annoyed at having been caught speaking aloud.
The voice belonged to Monsieur Duval. He had come dripping from his swim
in the ocean, and had laid himself in the sand directly behind Ruth
without her noticing him.
"To what suspicion do you refer, Mr. Duval?" Ruth asked haughtily. She
knew this clever Frenchman could read her mind like an open book. But
she did not intend to confess that her remark had referred to the young
countess.
Monsieur Duval smiled. "I am afraid I listened at the door of your
thoughts," he said. "I think I can guess with whom you intend to take
sides. But I promise not to betray your secret. I am sorry I overheard
your last remark. Yet I do not see why you think the Countess Sophia may
be accused of being this notorious woman criminal. It is true she allows
herself to be persecuted without reason. She will not appear at this, or
any other hotel, and keeps herself as much in seclusion as possible.
Also she will not tell us the country of her birth, nor does she refer
to any friends, but----" Monsieur Duval stopped.
Ruth was indignant at the array of evidence that this Monsieur Duval was
able to present against the young countess. She flushed guiltily, but
wisely refrained from answering the Frenchman.
Mr. Duval was obliged to continue the conversation.
"Do you wish to help your friend?" he asked Ruth quietly.
"Of course," Ruth replied warmly.
The Frenchman leaned over. "Then watch everything, but say nothing. And,
above all things, do not have a too accurate memory."
Ruth was about to make an angry retort, when Mr. Duval skilfully changed
the subject of their conversation. He praised Bab's wonderful diving. It
reminded him of Neapolitan boys he had seen diving for pennies. Mr.
Duval next told Ruth of a walking trip he had once made through southern
Italy. She listened very much against her will to the entertaining
Frenchman and it was with distinct relief that she saw Miss Sallie
approaching them, dressed in an imported lavender linen and carrying a
parasol and a book.
Maud and her count appeared from the opposite direction. They also came
forward to join Ruth and Monsieur Duval. Bab ran up the beach, shaking
the drops of water from her blue bathing suit, her wet curls sparkling
in the sun.
Mr. Duval did not wish to remain with so large a party. His words had
been for Ruth's ears alone. As Miss Stuart approached he bowed
ironically to Ruth and strolled away.
"How glad I am that we are not in the cold, sleet and blizzards of
Chicago, child," Miss Stuart remarked, bringing Ruth back to earth
again. "The Countess Sophia was right in saying our American climate in
the north is unbearable in the winter time. I never felt so well in my
life as I do in this delightful place."
"Aunt Sallie," asked Ruth thoughtfully, ignoring the weather, and going
back to the idea that was uppermost in her mind. "Do you think the
Countess Sophia could be in need of money?"
"How can I tell, child?" replied Miss Sallie. "The countess dresses
plainly, but her gowns are in excellent taste. They are made by a
modiste in Vienna, who, I happen to know, is one of the most expensive
in Europe. On the other hand Madame de Villiers and the countess live
very quietly. They keep only two servants. But the countess has the air
of a woman of wealth and culture."
"Are we going to dine with the countess to-morrow night?" asked Ruth
impetuously.
"Certainly, child," Miss Sallie replied, her serenity undisturbed. "It
is true your father may not have returned from his fishing trip, but
there is no reason why we should not go without him."
Ruth closed her eyes. Could it be possible that they might be invited to
eat food paid for by money gained dishonestly? Surely Monsieur Duval
could not have spoken the truth!
"Here comes that Mrs. De Lancey Smythe," remarked Miss Sallie with
sudden energy. "I do wish that woman would keep away from us."
"Aunt Sallie," said Ruth, "what do you dislike most about Mrs. De Lancey
Smythe?"
"Don't ask me, my dear," returned Miss Stuart rather impatiently.
"Everything I should say. I must confess that the very sight of her
irritates me."
"There is something peculiar about her, at any rate," said Ruth, "I have
seen her face grow hard as rock and look positively wicked when she
thought no one was noticing her. Marian is afraid of her, too."
"Nonsense, Ruth," replied Miss Sallie severely. "You and Barbara let
your imaginations have too free rein. I don't approve of the woman and
dislike her intensely, but I am not going to make her out an ogre."
"She is, though," persisted Ruth. "That's why you don't like her, only
you don't know it yourself. Some day you'll see I am right. Oh, here
come Mollie and Grace. What's new, chilluns?" and springing to her feet
Ruth called to Bab then hurried toward the approaching girls.
Mollie and Grace had been out in a boat all morning with some new
friends they had made at the hotel. As Ruth walked toward them she
noticed that Mollie's cheeks were very red, and that she wore a look of
suppressed excitement. Grace seemed almost equally agitated. Before she
could reach them, however, she was hailed by a crowd of young people who
were strolling on the beach, and she and Bab were obliged to stop and
hold conversation.
Mollie felt that it was imperative to summon Bab and Ruth. How could she
manage without being observed? A sudden thought came to her. Putting her
hand back to her curls she hastily untied the ribbon that bound them.
The ribbon was blue. In an instant Mollie twisted it into a bow knot and
pinned it on her left shoulder. Would Barbara and Ruth remember what the
secret signal meant?
Mollie need not have wondered. Hastily separating themselves from the
crowd of talkers Bab and Ruth sped up the beach to join Mollie and
Grace.
"What is it, Mollie?" cried Bab out of breath. "I remember the blue
ribbon. It was to signify: 'I have important news to communicate!' What
has happened?"
"As we passed the countess's villa on the launch, this morning," Mollie
whispered mysteriously, "we saw a red flag tied to one of the posts of
her pavilion. The countess wishes to see us on important business!"