IX

For suddenly I saw his eyes widen and flash with anger and

apprehension. Quick as a passing sunshadow, his hand swept the

candelabrum from the table. He made a swift backward spring toward the

door, but he was a little too late. The darkness he had created was

not intense enough, for there was still the ruddy glow from the logs;

and the bosom of his dress-shirt made a fine target. Besides, the eyes

that had peered into the window were accustomed to the night.

Blang! The glass of the window shivered and jingled to the floor, and

a sharp report followed. The rogue cried out in fierce anguish, and

reeled against the wall. William whipped out his revolver, but, even

from his favorable angle, he was not quick enough. The hand that had

directed the first bullet was ready to direct the second.

All this took place within the count of ten. The girl and I sat

stiffly in our chairs, as if petrified, it was all so swiftly

accomplished.

"Drop it!" said a cold, authoritative voice, and I saw the vague

outlines of Haggerty's face beyond the broken window-pane.

William knew better than to hesitate. His revolver struck the floor

dully, and a curse rolled from his lips. Immediately a heavy body

precipitated itself against the door, which crashed inward, and an

officer fearlessly entered, a revolver in each hand. This tableau,

which lasted fully a minute, was finally disturbed by the entrance of

Haggerty himself.

"Don't be alarmed, Miss," he said heartily; "it's all over, I'm sorry

for the bullet, but it had to be done. The rascal has nothing more

serious than a splintered bone, I am a dead shot. A fine

night!"--triumphantly. "It's been a long chase, and I never was sure

of the finish. You're the cleverest rogue it has been my good fortune

to meet this many a day. I don't even know who you are yet. Well,

well! we'll round that up in time."

Not till the candles again sputtered with light, and William was

securely handcuffed and disarmed, did I recollect that I possessed the

sense of motion. The smoke of powder drifted across the flickering

candles, and there was a salty taste on my tongue.

"Horrible!" cried the girl, covering her eyes.

The master rogue and his valet were led out into the assembly-room, and

we reluctantly followed. I saw it all now. When Haggerty called up

central at the club, he ascertained where the last call had been from,

and, learning that it came from Hollywood Inn, he took his chance. The

room was soon filled with servants and stable-hands, the pistol-shot

having lured them from their beds. The wounded man was very pale. He

sat with his uninjured hand tightly clasped above the ragged wound, and

a little pool of blood slowly formed at his side on the floor. But his

eyes shone brightly.

"A basin of water and some linen!" cried the girl to Moriarty. "And

send all these people away."

"To yer rooms, ivery one of ye!" snapped Moriarty, sweeping his hands.

"'Tis no place for ye, be off!" He hurried the servants out of the

room, and presently returned with a basin of water, some linen and balm.

We watched the girl as she bathed and bandaged the wounded arm; and

once or twice the patient smiled. Haggerty looked on approvingly, and

in William's eyes there beamed the gentle light of reverence. It _was_

a picture to see this lovely creature playing the part of the good

Samaritan, moving here and there in her exquisite gown. Ah, the tender

mercy! I knew that, come what might, I had strangely found the right

woman, the one woman.

[Illustration: We watched the girl as she bathed and bandaged the

wounded arm.]

"You're a good little woman," said the rogue, his face softening; "and

a good woman is the finest thing God ever placed upon earth. Had I

only found one!" He turned whimsically toward me. "Are you engaged to

marry this little woman?"

"No."

"Surely you love her!"

"Surely I do!" I looked bravely at the girl as I spoke.

But she never gave any sign that she heard. She pinned the ends of the

bandages carefully.

"And what brought you to this?" asked Haggerty, looking down at his

prisoner.

The prisoner shrugged.

"You've the making of a fine man in you," went on Haggerty generously.

"What caused you to slip up?"

"That subject is taboo," replied the thief. "But I want to beg your

pardon for underestimating your cunning."

"It was all due to a chance shot at the telephone."

"I kept you guessing."

"Merrily, too. My admiration is wholly yours, sir," returned Haggerty,

picking up the telephone exchange-book. He rang and placed his lips to

the transmitter, calling a number. "Hello! Is this the chief of the

Blankshire police? Yes? Well, this is Haggerty. That idea I hinted

to you was a mighty good one. Prepare two strong cells and have a

doctor on hand. What? Oh, you will find your horse and carriage at

Moriarty's. Good-by!"

My money was handed over to me. I returned it to my wallet, but

without any particular enthusiasm.

"It's a bad business, William," said I.

"It's all in the game, sir,"--with a look at Haggerty that expressed

infinite hatred. "In our business we can't afford to be careless."

"Or to talk too much," supplemented his master, smiling. "Talk, my

friend, rounds me up with a bullet in the arm, and a long sojourn

behind stone walls. Never talk. Thank you, Miss Hawthorne, and you,

too, Mr. Comstalk, for the saving grace of humor. If it were possible,

I should like to give Miss Hawthorne the pick of the jewels. This is a

sordid world."

"Ye'er car-r is coming!" shouted Moriarty, running to the window.

So the girl and I passed out of Hollywood Inn, leaving Haggerty with

his mysterious prisoners. I can't reason it out, even to this day, but

I was genuinely sorry that Haggerty had arrived upon the scene. For

one thing, he had spoiled the glamour of the adventure by tingeing it

with blood. And on the way to the car I wondered what had been the

rogue's past, what had turned him into this hardy, perilous path. He

had spoken of a woman; perhaps that was it. They are always behind

good actions and bad. Heigh-ho!

Once we were seated in the lonely car, the girl broke down and cried as

if her heart would break. It was only the general reaction, but the

sight of her tears unnerved me.

"Don't cry, girl; don't!" I whispered, taking her hand in mine. She

made no effort to repulse me. "I am sorry. The rascal was a gallant

beggar, and I for one shouldn't have been sorry to see him get away.

There, there! You're the bravest, tenderest girl in all this world;

and when I told him I loved you, God knows I meant it! It is one of

those inexplicable things. You say I have known you only eight hours?

I have known you always, only I had not met you. What are eight hours?

What is convention, formality? We two have lived a lifetime in these

eight hours. Can't you see that we have?"

"To shoot a human being!" she sobbed. Her head fell against my

shoulder. I do not believe she was conscious of the fact. And I did

not care a hang for the conductor.

I patted her hand encouragingly. "It had to be done. He was in a

desperate predicament, and he would have shot Haggerty had the

detective been careless in has turn; and he wouldn't have aimed to

maim, either."

"What a horrible night! It will haunt me as long as I live!"

I said nothing; and we did not speak again till the first of the

Blankshire lights flashed by us. By this time her sobs had ceased.

"I know I haven't done anything especially gallant to-night; no

fighting, no rescuing, and all that. They just moved _me_ around like

a piece of stage scenery."

A smile flashed and was gone. It was a hopeful sign.

"But the results are the same. You have admitted to me that you are

neither engaged nor married. Won't you take me on--on approval?"

"Mr. Comstalk, it all seems so like a horrid dream. You _are_ a brave

man, and what is better, a sensible one, for you submitted to the

inevitable with the best possible grace. But you talk of love as

readily as a hero in a popular novel."

"I never go back," said I. "It seems incredible, doesn't it, that I

should declare myself in this fashion? Listen. For my part, I believe

that all this was written,--my Tom-foolery in Mouquin's, my imposture

and yours, the two identical cards,--the adventure from beginning to

end."

Silence.

"Suppose I should say," the girl began, looking out of the window,

"that in the restaurant you aroused my curiosity, that in the cellars

my admiration was stirred, that the frank manner in which you expressed

your regard for me to--to the burglar--awakened--"

"What?" I cried eagerly.

"Nothing. It was merely a supposition."

"Hang it; I _do_ love you!"

"Are you still the Capuchin, or simply Mr. Comstalk?"

"I have laid aside all masks, even that which hides the heart."

She turned and looked me steadily in the eyes.

"Well?" said I.

"If I took you on--on approval, what in the world should I do with you

in case you should not suit my needs?"

"You could return me," said I laughing.

But she didn't.