After leaving the Rio Vista, Winston went directly to the office of the
Las Cruces company. In spite of the fact that he knew his hope was
beyond reason, he could not repress a thrill of excitement as he opened
the door and entered the inner office. His first glance was toward
Helen. Elijah's desk was closed and his chair vacant as he felt sure it
would be. It was his first meeting with Helen since she had left him on
the mountain. He shrank from the formal attitude which their official
relations compelled him to assume and to which he knew Helen would
strictly hold him. Yet there were no obstacles to the exchange of
assurances which might flash between their meeting eyes. This was all he
asked for, all he could hope for at present.
"Has Elijah been in this morning?" He looked at Helen as he spoke.
"No, Ralph. I hardly think that you expected he would be." Helen's eyes
softened for a moment as they met Winston's, then they grew formal, but
it was enough.
"No, I didn't. I only hoped that he might be. Have you any idea what he
is up to?" Winston's tone was cynical.
Helen's face flushed painfully.
"You--" she began; then she paused. After all, Elijah was to blame.
Winston's course had been as straight as the course of an arrow.
"I am a whited sepulcher. That is what you wanted to say, isn't it,
Helen?"
"What makes you think so?"
"Because it's just what I am. I have been too hard on Elijah."
"I wish you had said something like this before--before it was too
late."
"Too late?" he repeated. "What do you mean? Have you heard anything?"
His face was anxious.
"No, I haven't. I only know that Elijah is thoroughly convinced that you
have turned against him. That, and other troubles--Ralph, no man can
stand the strain that he is under for long."
"You know Elijah as well as I do, perhaps better." Winston was
profoundly agitated. "I would hunt him out and drag him home at once, if
it were not for one thing."
"And that is?" Helen waited for Winston to continue. She knew that his
words were a spoken thought, rather than addressed directly to her.
"So long as Seymour remains away, no one can speak with assurance.
Elijah knows that. He needs to feel firm ground under his feet. No one
can put it there now." He paused a moment, then continued. "I'll do my
best to straighten it out for him."
A messenger entered the office and handed a yellow envelope to Winston.
He read the message and dismissed the boy.
"Seymour will be here tomorrow. We will soon be in a position to set
Elijah on his feet I hope." Winston hesitated a moment, then went on
deliberately. "I thought of having Elijah hunted up at once; but now I
think it will be best to wait." He looked questioningly at Helen.
"I think you are right," she replied briefly.
Winston returned to the Rio Vista and went directly to Uncle Sid's room.
"Things are coming to a climax." He handed the message to Uncle Sid.
The old man's face had lost its humorous look. His shaggy eyebrows were
lowered, only two bright sparks flashed from beneath them, steely hard.
"This mess is in a fair way o' bein' settled now, an' it ain't a minute
too soon, either. 'Lige ain't goin' to stand this always."
"What had we better do first?"
"You know Seymour. Meet him at the train and get him over to the office
at once. I'll be there. I think we can settle the whole business in an
hour." Uncle Sid's face relaxed into a grim smile. "He'll have to come
to our terms."
"The main thing, after all, is to get there, and it begins to look as if
we had done it."
There was a surprise to both in their immediate vicinity. The door
opened without ceremony to admit Mrs. MacGregor. She was still in
traveling costume. She nodded slightly to Winston, who rose as if to
leave the room. Uncle Sid checked him.
"You stay right here, Ralph."
Mrs. MacGregor addressed Uncle Sid.
"I want a few minutes alone with you, Sidney, on business."
"Me an' Ralph are about as near one as they make 'em, I guess. You just
go right on an' unburden your mind."
"The business to which I refer concerns you and me alone."
"Your ward and Helen Lonsdale are included, I guess. If they ain't,
you'll have to wait. If they are, you go right on. You didn't raise
enough money in Fall Brook to push you out of the Palm Wells mess. You
take up the business right there."
Mrs. MacGregor looked at Winston with as much of an appeal in her glance
as she could compel herself to make.
Winston settled himself even more firmly in his chair in compliance with
Uncle Sid's request. Mrs. MacGregor did not attempt to conceal her
annoyance, but she followed her brother's suggestion and came to the
point.
"Yes, I did fail to raise the money in Fall Brook that I had expected to
raise without difficulty, and I fancy I know why."
Uncle Sid chuckled with evident satisfaction.
"Consequently," Mrs. MacGregor continued, ignoring her brother's
interruption, "the Palm Wells company is in precisely the same position
now that it was when I left for the East."
"_I_ should say that it was considerably steadier on its legs than it
was. What's your opinion, Mr. Winston?"
"I should say so." Winston did not answer aggressively, his reply was
perfunctory.
Mrs. MacGregor ignored Winston.
"I don't know what you mean, Sidney."
"Me'n Ralph knows. It ain't necessary you should know."
Mrs. MacGregor's patience was sorely tried, as Uncle Sid fully intended
it should be, but she gave no visible signs of annoyance for two
excellent reasons. In the first place, a display of emotion smacked of
vulgarity; in the second place, she felt that all of her deep-laid
schemes depended upon her perfect self-control.
"We are getting nowhere, Sidney. Let us come to the point at once. Our
company is temporarily embarrassed and I feel that you are partially
responsible for my not raising the money that I had expected, so I am
coming to ask you to help us out. Not only is the success of the company
at stake but the honor of our family name as well."
She would have gone farther, but Uncle Sid blazed in. He was quite
unhampered by the fear of the vulgarity of displayed emotions.
"The honor of our name!" he exploded. "What Harwood in three hundred
years was ever false to a trust? What Harwood but stood still in his
tracks rather than even look at a crooked path? What Harwood ever used
the weakness of his neighbor for his own good?"
"Sidney!" Mrs. MacGregor's voice trembled.
"Keep still! I'm on deck now!" Uncle Sid bent before his sister and
shook his knotted fingers in her face. His eyes were blazing, his face
rugose with deep, hard lines.
"Do you know what you've done, Eunice? You saw 'Lige Berl stumblin'
betwixt right and wrong, an' for the sake of a few dirty dollars you
pushed him over! That's what you did. You knew what our old New England
name was worth to a man like 'Lige, and instead o' usin' it to pull him
out o' the mud, you used it to push him in deeper. You congered a dyin'
woman into trustin' her daughter's fortune to your hands, an' you've
betrayed the woman an' stole her daughter deaf, dumb an' blind. Now
you're in trouble, you're a comin' to me to keep the honor o' the
Harwood name. I wanted to keep the honor o' the Harwood name, so I
called on this young man to help me an' he's done it, because the same
good, red blood is soakin' his bones an' muscles as has soaked the bones
an' muscles o' the Harwoods. Betwixt us, we've got the company out o'
trouble, an' betwixt us, we will keep it out. We'll get you out o'
trouble too, and we'll keep you out o' this! Now we're goin' to hunt up
'Lige an' get him out o' trouble too. We hope he may be worth it."
Uncle Sid straightened and dashed a handkerchief over his swollen face.
Mrs. MacGregor sat pale and silent. When Winston began to speak, she
turned to him with lips that trembled on the verge of speech.
"I deeply regret the necessity of all this, Mrs. MacGregor, but there is
no other way except before an open court." Winston briefly but clearly
set forth the status of the Palm Wells company. He assured Mrs.
MacGregor that Mellin had been effectually and forever silenced, and in
confirmation of his words, showed Mellin's note, from which her name and
Elijah's had been torn. "Now I am going to ask you to sign these papers;
this done, the last obstacle will be removed from your brother's path."
"Suppose I refuse?"
Winston's face set.
"I advise you not to."
Mrs. MacGregor held out her hand for the papers. She affixed her name
where Winston indicated.
"What next?"
Uncle Sid answered.
"There's nothin' more to keep you in California. Just go, an' when you
want money within reason, let me know."
Mrs. MacGregor rose and turned to the door that led to her room. Winston
was before her and held the door ajar, closing it behind her; then he
faced Uncle Sid. The old man approached him and laid a clumsy but
affectionate hand on his shoulder.
"I ain't worth a cuss at quotin' scripture, but it strikes me that it
ain't every one who's yappin' 'Lord, Lord,' as gets into heaven. Now you
go below an' tomorrow we'll lay alongside o' Seymour."