The consummate daring of it! Why, the rascal ought to have been in
command of an army. On the Board of Strategy he would have been
incomparable!
There followed a tableau that I shall not soon forget. We all stared
at the real Haggerty much after the fashion of Medusa's victims.
Presently the tension relaxed, and we all sighed. I sighed because the
thought of jail for the night in a dress-suit dwindled in perspective;
the girl sighed for the same reason and one or two other things; the
chief of the village police and his officers sighed because darkness
had suddenly swooped down on them; and Hamilton sighed because there
were no gems. Haggerty was the one among us who didn't sigh. He
scowled blackly.
This big athlete looked like a detective, and the abrupt authority of
his tones convinced me that he was. Haggerty was celebrated in the
annals of police affairs; he had handled all sorts of criminals, from
titled impostors down to petty thieves. He was not a man to trifle
with, mentally or physically, and for this reason we were all shaking
in our boots. He owned to a keen but brutal wit; to him there was no
such thing as sex among criminals, and he had the tenacity of purpose
that has given the bulldog considerable note in the pit. But it was
quite plain that for once he had met his match.
"I don't see how you can blame me," mumbled the chief. "None of us was
familiar with your looks, and he showed us his star of authority, and
went to work in a business-like way--By George! and he has run away
with my horse and carriage!"--starting from his chair.
"Never mind the horse. You'll find it safe at the railway station,"
snarled Haggerty. "Now, then, tell me everything that has happened,
from beginning to end."
And the chief recounted the adventure briefly. Haggerty looked coldly
at me and shrugged his broad shoulders. As for the girl, he never gave
her so much as a single glance. He knew a gentlewoman without looking
at her twice.
"Humph! Isn't he a clever one, though?" cried Haggerty, in a burst of
admiration. "Clever is no name for it. I'd give a year of my life to
come face to face with him. It would be an interesting encounter.
Hunted him for weeks, and to-day laid eyes on him for the first time.
Had my clumsy paws on him this very afternoon. He seemed so willing to
be locked up that I grew careless. Biff! and he and his accomplice, an
erstwhile valet, had me trussed like a chicken and bundled into the
clothes-press. Took my star, credentials, playing-card, and
invitation. It was near eleven o'clock when I roused the housekeeper.
I telegraphed two hours ago."
"Telegraphed!" exclaimed the chief, rousing himself out of a melancholy
dream. (There would be no mention of him in the morrow's papers.)
"Yes, telegraphed. The despatch lay unopened on your office-desk.
You're a good watch-dog--for a hen-coop!" growled Haggerty. "Ten
thousand in gems to-night, and by this time he is safe in New York.
You are all a pack of blockheads.
"Used the telephone, did he? Told you to hold these innocent persons
till he went somewhere to land the accomplice, eh? The whistle of the
train meant nothing to you. Well, that whistle ought to have told you
that there might be a mistake. A good officer never quits his
prisoners. If there is an accomplice in toils elsewhere, he makes them
bring him in, he does not go _out_ for him. And now I've got to start
all over again, and he in New York, a bigger catacomb than Rome ever
boasted of. He's not a common thief; nobody knows who he is or what
his haunts are. But I have seen his face; I'll never forget him."
The chief tore his hair, while his subordinates shuffled their feet
uneasily. Then they all started in to explain their theories. But the
detective silenced them with a wave of his huge hand.
"I don't want to hear any explanations. Let these persons go," he
commanded, with a jerk of his head in our direction. "You can all
return to town but one officer. I may need a single man," Haggerty
added thoughtfully.
"What are you going to do?" asked the chief.
"Never you mind. I have an idea; it may be a good one. If it is, I'll
telephone you all about it when the time comes."
He stepped over to the telephone and called up central. He spoke so
low that none of us overheard what he said; but he hung up the
receiver, a satisfied smile on his face.
The girl and I were free to go whither we listed, and we listed to
return at once to New York. Hamilton, however, begged us to remain, to
dance and eat, as a compensation for what we had gone through; but Miss
Hawthorne resolutely shook her head; and as there was nothing in the
world that would have induced me to stay without her, I shook my head,
too. It seemed to me I had known this girl all my life, so closely
does misfortune link one life to another. I had seen her for the first
time less than eight hours before; and yet I was confident that as many
years, under ordinary circumstances, would not have taught me her real
worth.
"Mrs. Hyphen-Bonds will never forgive me," said Hamilton dismally, "if
she hears that I've been the cause, indirectly and innocently, of
turning you away."
"Mrs. Hyphen-Bonds need never know," replied the girl, smiling
inscrutably. "In fact, it would be perfectly satisfactory and
agreeable to me if she never heard at all."
"I will call a conveyance for you," said the defeated M. F. H. "I
shall never forgive you, Dicky."
"Yes, you will, Teddy. A loving-cup, the next time we meet at the
club, will mellow everything."
Quarter of an hour later Miss Hawthorne and I, wrapped in
buffalo-robes, our feet snugly stowed away in straw, slid away, to the
jangle and quarrel of sleighbells, toward Moriarty's Hollywood Inn.
The moon shone; not a cloud darkened her serene and lovely countenance.
The pearly whiteness of the world would have aroused the poetry in the
most sordid soul; and far, far away to the east the black, tossing line
of the sea was visible.
"What a beautiful night!" I volunteered.
"The beginning of the end."
"The beginning of the end? What does that mean?"
"Why, when you first spoke to me, it was about the weather."
"Oh, but this isn't going to be the end; this is the true beginning of
all things."
"I wish I could see it in that light; but we can not see beauty in
anything when hunger lies back of the eyes. I haven't had anything to
eat, save that single apple, for hours and hours. I was so excited at
Mouquin's that I ate almost nothing."
"You are hungry? Well, we'll fix that when we get to Moriarty's. I'll
find a way of waking him up, in case he's asleep, which I doubt. There
will be cold chicken and ham and hot coffee."
"Lovely!"
"And we shall dine with the gods. And now it is all over and done, it
_was_ funny, wasn't it?"
"Terribly funny!"--with a shade of irony. "It would have been funnier
still if the real Haggerty hadn't turned up. The patrol had arrived."
"But it didn't happen. I shall never forget this night,"--romantically.
"I should be inordinately glad to forget it completely,"--decidedly.
"Where's your romance?" I asked.
"I'd rather have it served to me between book-covers. As I grow older
my love of repose increases."
"Do you know," I began boldly, "it seems that I have known you all my
life."
"Indeed!"
"Yes. Why, I might really have known you all my life, and still not
have known you as well as I do this very minute,--and less than a dozen
hours between this and our first meeting. You are as brave as a
paladin, wise as a serpent, cool, witty--and beautiful!"
"Shall I ask the driver to let me out?" Then she laughed, a
rollicking, joyous laugh.
"What is so funny?"
"I was thinking of that coal-bin."
"Well, I didn't permit a lonely potato to frighten me," I retorted.
"No, you were brave enough--among the potatoes."
"You _are_ beautiful!"
"I am hungry."
"You are the most beautiful girl--"
"I want something to eat."
"--I ever saw! Do you think it possible for a man to fall in love at
first sight?"
"Oh, nothing is impossible on Tom Fool's night. Positive, fool;
comparative, fooler; superlative, foolest. You are marching on with
your degrees, Mr. Comstalk."
"You might call me Dicky," I said in an aggrieved tone.
"Dicky? Never! I should always be thinking of paper collars."
"I wish _I_ were witty like that!"
She snuggled down beneath the robes.
An artist's model, thought I. Never in this world. I now understood
the drift of her uncle's remark about her earning capacity. The Alice
Hawthorne miniatures brought fabulous prices. And here I was, sitting
so close to her that our shoulders touched: and she a girl who knew
intimately emperors and princesses and dukes, not to mention the
worldly-rich. I admit that for a moment I was touched with awe. And
it was beginning to get serious. This girl interested me marvelously.
I summoned up all my courage.
"Are--are you married?"
"No-o."
"Nor engaged to be married?"
"No-o. But you mustn't ask all these questions."
"How would you like to ride around in a first-class motor-car the rest
of your days?"
She laughed merrily. Possibly it _was_ funny.
"Are you always amusing like this?"
"Supposing I were serious?"
"In that case I should say you had not yet slipped off your fool's
motley."
This directness was discouraging.
"I wonder if the ten of hearts is lucky, after all," I mused.
"We are not in jail. I consider that the best of good fortune."
"Give me your card," said I.
She gave me the card, and I put it with mine.
"Why do you do that?"
"Perhaps I want to bring about an enchantment,"--soberly.
"As Signor Fantoccini, or as Mr. Comstalk?"
"I have long since resigned my position in the museum; it was too
exciting."
She made no rejoinder; and for some time there was no sound but the
music of the bells.
Finally we drew up under the colonial portè-cochere of Hollywood Inn
and were welcomed by the genial Moriarty himself, his Celtic
countenance a mirror of smiles.
"Anything in the house to eat?" I cried, shaking the robes from me.
"Anything ye like, if you like cowld things. I can hate ye a pot of
coffee on the gasolene-burner, and there's manny a vintage in the
cillars."
"That will be plenty!"--joyfully, helping Miss Hawthorne to alight.
"Sure, and ye are from the Hunt Club!"--noting our costumes. "Well,
well! They niver have anny too much grub. Now, I'll putt ye in a
little room all be yersilves, with a windy and a log-fire; cozy as ye
plaze. Ye'll have nearly two hours to wait for the car-r from the
village."
We entered the general assembly-room. It was roomy and quaint, and
somewhere above us was the inevitable room in which George Washington
had slept. The great hooded fireplace was merry with crackling logs.
Casually I observed that we were not alone. Over yonder, in a shadowed
corner, sat two men, very well bundled up, and, to all appearances,
fast asleep. Moriarty lighted a four-branched candelabrum and showed
us the way to the little private dining-room, took our orders, and left
us.
"This is romance," said I. "They used to do these things hundreds of
years ago, and everybody had a good time."
"It is now all very wicked and improper," murmured the girl, laying
aside her domino for the first time; "but delightful! I now find I
haven't the least bit of remorse for what I have done."
In that dark evening gown she was very beautiful. Her arms and
shoulders were tinted like Carrara marble; and I knew instantly that I
was never going to recover. I drew two chairs close to the grate. I
sat down in one and she in the other. With a contented sigh she rested
her blue-slippered feet on the brass fender.
[Illustration: With a contented sigh she rested her blue-slippered feet
on the brass fender.]
"My one regret is that I haven't any shoes. What an adventure!"
"It's fine!" Two hours in the society of this enchanting creature! It
was almost too good to be true. Ah, if it might always be like
this--to return home from the day's work, to be greeted warmly by a
woman as beautiful as this one! I sighed loudly.
Moriarty came with the chicken and ham and coffee.
"If ye would like, it won't be a bit of trouble to show ye George
Washington's room; or"--with inimitable Irish drollery--"I can tell ye
that he dined in this very room."
"That will serve," smiled the girl; and Moriarty bowed himself out.
His departure was followed by the clatter of silver upon porcelain. Of
a truth, both of us were hungry.
"I was simply ravenous," the girl confessed.
"And as for me, I never dreamt I could be so unromantic. Now," said I,
pushing aside my plate, and dropping sugar into my coffee, and vainly
hunting in my pockets for a cigar, "there remains only one mystery to
be cleared up."
"And what might this mystery be?" she asked. "The whereabouts of the
bogus Haggerty?"
"The bogus Haggerty will never cross our paths again. He has skipped
by the light of the moon. No, that's not the mystery. Why did you
tell me you were an impostor; why did you go to the cellars with me,
when all the while you were at the ball on Mrs. Hyphen-Bonds'
invitation?"
She leaned on her elbows and smiled at me humorously.
"Would you really like to know, Signor? Well, I was an impostor." She
sat with her back to the fire, and a weird halo of light seemed to
surround her and frame her. "Mrs. Hyphen-Bonds accidentally dropped
that invitation in my studio, a few days before she sailed for Europe.
I simply could not resist the temptation. That is all the mystery
there is."
"And they still think you were there rightfully!"
"You are no longer mystified?"
"Yes; there is yet another mystery to solve: myself." I knew it.
Without rhyme or reason, I was in love; and without rhyme or reason, I
was glad of it.
"Shall you ever be able to solve such a mystery?"--quizzically.
"It all depends upon you."
"Mr. Comstalk, you will not mar the exquisite humor of our adventure by
causing me any annoyance. I am sure that some day we shall be very
good friends. But one does not talk of love on eight hours'
acquaintance. Besides, you would be taking advantage of my
helplessness; for I really depend upon you to see me safe back to New
York. It is only the romance, the adventure; and such moonlight nights
often superinduce sentimentality. What do you know of me? Nothing.
What do I know of you? Nothing, save that there is a kindred spirit
which is always likely to lead us into trouble. Down in your heart you
know you are only temporarily affected by moonshine. Come, make me a
toast!"--lifting her cup.
"You are right," said I. "I am a gentleman. But it was only
consistent that, having been the fool, I should now play the ass.
Here's!"--and I held up my cup.
But neither of us drank; there wasn't time.
For the door opened quietly, and in walked the two men we had seen upon
entering the Inn. One of them gently closed the door and locked it.
One was in soiled every-day clothes, the other in immaculate evening
dress. The latter doffed his opera hat with the most engaging smile
imaginable. The girl and I looked up at him in blank bewilderment, and
set our cups down so mechanically that the warm amber liquid spattered
on the table-cloth.
Galloping Dick and the affable inspector of the cellars stood before us!