CARL MASTERS.
When Brainerd and I compared notes that night, we came to the mutual
conclusion that the Camps were ordained to mingle their destiny with
ours in some measure, we chanced upon them so often; and they seemed,
since our encounter at the bureau, to take it for granted that we were
to continue the acquaintance, now set, in their opinion, upon an
official basis, and that it would be a mutual pleasure.
After leaving me, or, rather, after I had separated myself from them
at the Administration Building, they had wandered down the Grand Plaza
and made their way to the Peristyle, where, after some time, they had
encountered Brainerd; and in the course of their amiable converse they
had given him some valuable information, or so he thought it.
'You see,' he said, 'to begin at the beginning, I had mingled all the
morning with crowds here and there, and as it was nearing noon I
wandered across the Plaza and came to that handsome bridge spanning
the canal at the north-west corner of the Liberal Arts. As I crossed
this bridge I saw a launch slip out from the landing at the further
end, and in that launch two men, one of whom I was sure was Greenback
Bob, and the other, from your description, I'll wager was your friend
Smug.'
'Are you sure?' I demanded.
'Morally certain, yes. Well, as you may guess, I scurried across the
little bridge and jumped into the next launch, for they were not easy
to follow by the land route, with always the chance that they might go
ashore on the wrong side of the lagoon. Well, I kept them in sight
until we had made the round of the basin, and they made no offer to
land, although the launch filled and emptied before we were back at
the bridge from which we started. As we passed under the bridge my
heart was in my mouth, for the boat was out of sight for some moments,
but when we shot out into the sunlight there they were, not so far
ahead of us, and about to run underneath the bridge at the end of the
south canal. I wondered a little at their going away from the crowd
just then, but that was their affair, so I just shifted my position in
order to keep a better watch upon their boat as we came abreast of the
bridge, and then, as the mischief would have it, a launch coming from
the other way pushed through and under the bridge and struck us such a
blow that the women screamed, and one of them let her parasol fall
into the water. Then, of course, there was an exchange of compliments
between the two crews, and a scramble and delay in securing the
parasol: and when at last we were out on the other side the boat ahead
was so far away from the landing, where she had of course made her
stop, that I could just make out that the two men had left her and
she was almost empty. To add to my agony, two boats had passed us
while we floundered after that parasol and exchanged compliments with
the other boat, and as we lay there waiting I looked wildly about me,
and saw at last, on the bridge almost over my head, my two men,
standing close by the railing and talking with a little dark woman,
who----'
'Describe her!' I broke in.
'Well, now----'
'Was she something under five feet?'
'Yes.'
'Dark eyes and hair?'
'Exact.'
'A broad black hat with plumes, a red veil, and four-in-hand tie?'
'Upon my word, she had 'em all.'
'I knew it; but go on.'
'I can't, not very far at least. I just kept myself from swearing
while I sat and saw those three so sociable up there, and I not in it.
Before I got to the landing I had seen the woman trip away.'
'Toward the Plaza?'
'Precisely. Everybody seemed going that way. It was almost time for
the infanta to appear. When I set foot on shore I made for that
bridge. I had seen them start slowly on after the woman; but when I
got upon the bridge I could just see the hat of your friend Smug in a
jam some distance ahead, near the Electricity Building, and Bob, the
eel, had vanished once more.'
'At what time was this?'
He named the time, and then I told him how I had encountered the
little brunette, lost her, and found her again, and of her agile leap
at the bridge.
'Lively girl!' Dave commented. I had told him the story of her
agility with some _empressement_, but he did not seem to see my drift.
'You're sure it's the same who tried to claim the young woman's bag?'
'Quite sure--from your description.'
'Umph! Mine? And she's the one who met the lady at the gate, and left
her when the man appeared?'
'The same.'
'Um-m! She tries to secure the young lady's bag; she meets her as
though by appointment; and she meets our quarry, too. She seems to
know them all. Query: Does she, by any chance, know--well, say you?
Who is she? What is she?'
'Who she is I don't know, what she is I can tell you,' said I.
'Well?'
'She, as we have called her, is a man.'
I had nothing to add to this, and Dave was not willing to accept my
statement, based as it was upon that leap at the bridge. 'No woman
ever made that jump; I knew it. It showed practice, and that not of
the sort that is taken by women.' This had been my argument, and after
some discussion and difference of opinions Dave got back to the Camps.
He had met them wandering about the Peristyle, and gazing across the
grand basin at the splendid MacMonnies Fountain.
'Which ort,' Mrs. Camp had declared, 'to sail out, leastwise, the boat
with that white woman settin' up there on top, and come across to
serlute that big gold goddiss. For my part,' she added, 'I've seen one
thing that was as it ort to be. They took an' set a woman up in the
midst of their court, and made her bigger and brighter and handsomer
than anything else. But if they was bent on calling her Justice, why,'
she opined, 'that there court ought to be called a court of justice.'
The two old people had evidently grown lonely and sated with grandeur,
and when she had aired her views concerning the golden goddess, Mrs.
Camp began to talk about our adventure with the counterfeiters.
'That friend of yours was right,' she said. 'That Sunday-school chap
didn't come to time; and we ain't seen him sence not to speak to.' And
then she related how, on coming away from their rooms on Stony Island
Avenue that morning, they had seen, just across the street from them,
the man Smug in earnest conversation with a tall man whose back was
turned toward them, and who after a few words had turned and walked
away southward, while Smug had entered a café close at hand, doubtless
to breakfast.
Dave had questioned them closely, hoping to learn more; but beyond the
facts as first stated little was added.
The men had met at a point 'a few squares' from the Camps'
'boarding-house'--possibly four or five. The man in conversation with
Smug was tall, and very straight, 'sort of stiff like,' and well
dressed. They were quite sure, also, that he was dark, and that he
wore a beard. Incidentally they gave Dave the number of their Stony
Island residence.
'We shan't have much trouble to find the Camps,' Dave said in
concluding his narration. 'The old lady has taken a great fancy for
the Liberal Arts Building, and she generally spends her time sitting
upon a chair in the centre of Columbia Avenue and admiring at her
leisure. She says she "'d ruther see things in the lump, sort of." And
I believe they take a walk every morning around the Plaza, the Court,
the Peristyle, and then up the lake shore from Victoria House, which
she won't enter--because she "hates old England and all the
Englishers"--to the point where Fifty-seventh Street drops into Lake
Michigan. And every afternoon, I verily believe, they walk arm-in-arm
up and down the length of Midway, without stopping or entering
anywhere.'
In our summing up we found we had accomplished very little legitimate
business. We had established the fact that Greenback Bob was at the
Fair, and the presumption was strong, amounting almost to a certainty,
that Delbras was also there. We had connected the man Smug with one,
if not both, for Dave was sure that the man's companion on Stony
Island Avenue was Delbras, and now this brunette, whom I believed to
be a man in woman's attire, seemed to be identifying herself, or
himself, with the 'gang.'
'If you can prove that the brunette's a man or boy,' said Dave, 'then
I'll say don't look farther for the third party who came with Delbras
from France; and if that should prove the case, tell me, what designs
have this gang upon Miss--what do you call her?'
I started. It was Dave who was growing imaginative now. And yet----
'I had only thought of the brunette as having seen the bag fall, and
hoping for a find,' I said doubtfully.
'Then how did you account for her being at the entrance gate two days
after?' queried Dave scornfully.
'Supposing it to have been an accidental meeting, I fancied she might
have thought of telling Miss Jenrys what she knew of her loss, hoping
for a reward, perhaps.'
'Carl, you are growing stupid! You have thought too much of the blonde
and not enough of the brunette! Think! In the first instance both are
alone; Miss J. drops her bag; why does this particular--well, say
woman for the present--why does this woman see it? She must have been
some paces behind, or you would have seen her; or if not you, the
guard, or even the young lady herself. That brunette was shadowing
Miss J.'
I was silent before his arguments. I began to think I had been
one-sided in my thoughts of the two; and now how simple it all seemed!
'The girl, you say, was watching the gate through a glass, and from a
protected and safe point of view. She rushes to meet the young lady,
perhaps introduces herself, perhaps is known, and she leaves her when
the good-looking man appears. Carl, what use do you intend to make of
that black bag?'
'Hitherto,' I replied, 'it has been a side issue; now it seems to me
that we may serve both its owner and ourselves by restoring the bag,
and keeping an eye upon all concerned.'
* * * * *
The next day I was early at the Fifty-seventh Street gate, and I
waited long, but no Miss Jenrys came through; and after loitering near
until almost noon, I took a light luncheon at the nearest point
possible, and at noon went back to my post. But if Miss Jenrys entered
the grounds that day, it was through some other entrance.
On the next morning she came at an early hour, her fair face radiant
as the June weather, and beside her was a small-faced little woman who
might have seen forty years or sixty; except for her snowy hair, time
seemed to have forgotten her. Her dress was a near approach to the
Quaker garb of the followers of Penn. Everything about her was of
softest gray; but the face, framed by the prim Quaker bonnet, was as
fair as an infant's, and with a child's soft colouring in the cheeks
that had not yet lost the charming curves of young womanhood. She
looked like a creature whom Life had loved so well that Time had not
been permitted to touch or tarry near her, so gentle, and sweet, and
good.
But there was no weakness in the placid, fair face, nor in the smooth,
even step, neither swift nor slow, with which she moved on beside the
fair young woman at her side.
I had watched for this arrival while I sauntered about, now on one
side of the bridge, now on the other, and vibrating between the
buildings of Nebraska and South Dakota, on either side the broad
promenade beginning at the bridge. The west windows of both these
hospitable houses overlooked the little stream, proffering a welcome
to the visitor at the very outset; and when the two ladies crossed the
arching bridge on the side nearest the Nebraska Building I was not
surprised to see them halt, look for a moment upon the shady bit of
greensward with the inviting rustic seats beneath the vine-draped
trees close to the water's edge, and then enter. I was very near them,
meaning this time to make a prompt and bold approach, and as I turned
to enter I heard the elder say:
'No, June, my child. Thee must let me go my way.' She halted and laid
her hand upon the girl's arm. 'I must take these beauties in slowly,
else they will not take lodgment in my memory; besides, this place is
too tempting.'
They moved on towards the shaded seats, and I took from my pocket a
map of the grounds, and, standing on the lowest step of the portico,
affected to study it, while the talk went on.
'Thee can go through this house while I look at the place and the
people, child, and hear the music. Where is that music?'
'Oh, aunty! That horrid Esquimaux band! They've never happened to be
in tune before when we came in, fortunately.'
'Fie, June! I'm sure it's very good. Now go. You know I care little
for fine furnishings, but if there is anything that you think I shall
like to see, you may show it to me when you have seen your fill, and I
mine. There, go, child! I am going to knit.'
The Quakeress took out her knitting, and her niece, uttering a soft
laugh, and giving the shoulder of the other an affectionate pat,
turned away, saying over her shoulder:
'You're a wilful auntie, and you shall have your way. I'll not be
long, so look and listen your fill.'
This was the chance for which I had waited, and I took advantage of it
by closing my map and following her into the building and up the
stairs.
I did not accost her at once, but waited until she had looked about
the larger room facing the south and west, where the case of minerals,
the great deer, and other western treasures and trophies were
displayed, and had sauntered about the cosy and tasteful parlours,
looking at the pictures and bits of decorative work; and when she had
re-entered the big sunny south room again, and after a little more
loitering among the exhibits went to one of the windows and stood
looking down into the street, I, who had been standing near an
opposite window, was about to cross the room and accost her, when a
sudden shout from the street caused me to look out once more.
My window faced the bridge, and I saw that a chair-boy, coming too
hastily over the bridge with his freight, and perhaps unaccustomed to
his wheeled steed, had let slip his hold upon the handle at the back
of the chair just as he had reached the downward slope of the bridge,
and chair and occupant, a burly man looking quite able to walk, went
whirling down the slope, charging into a couple of young men dressed
in killing style and wearing big yellow _boutonnières_, and
overturning itself and all concerned.
They were gathering themselves up in much disorder, and I could not
resist a smile at the ludicrous scene; but the smile soon left my face
when I saw, passing the scene of distress with rapid steps and without
a glance toward it, and coming straight toward the entrance below, the
little brunette.
With rapid steps I crossed to the opposite window, and, taking off my
hat, bowed before the surprised and now somewhat haughty-looking
blonde.
'Miss Jenrys?' I said interrogatively.
She bowed assent.
'May I speak with you a moment?'
She did not answer promptly, and I put my hand to my pocket and drew
out my card--the same that I had proffered to the guard a few days
before.
She took it and read the name aloud, and in a tone of polite inquiry:
'Carl Masters?'