Thrust and Parry
The atmosphere of Blagden's room was tense with uncertainty. A storm
seemed imminent; danger signals filled the air. Blagden himself, the
embodiment of nervous energy, paced continually to and fro; Atherton
sat at the table, mechanically tracing aimless figures on the pad
before him; while Mills, the taciturn and phlegmatic, instead of
reclining, as usual, in the easy chair, sat bolt upright, balanced on
its edge, his expression eloquent of anxiety.
The temporary silence was broken explosively. "Damnation, Atherton,"
cried Blagden, "can't you see that such a thing would never happen
again in a million years. As a rule, I'm not religious, but I tell you
this has made me believe that we're chosen as the instruments of
Providence. I believe there's a 'system' in Heaven as well as on
earth, and I believe that God Almighty has picked us out to break the
power of the Money Gods for the rest of time."
Atherton smiled, a little wearily. "When Fate is on your side," he
answered, "and you can see millions ahead of you, then it's an easy
matter to believe in God."
"But who wouldn't," Blagden insisted. "Less than a week ago three
penniless adventurers meet in a cafe, and go blindly forth to seek
adventure. Each of them follows a separate strand of incident, which
is apparently quite independent of the other two, until suddenly, like
magic, the three strands meet and unite in one. Why, we have the whole
story now. Even with what Bellingham told us, we knew almost enough,
and what we saw last night gives us the key to the whole affair.
Here's our man, our big market operator, carrying upon his person the
ultimate cipher of the code. All we have to do is by hook or crook to
gain possession of his watch, and we'll have the chance that will
never come to three men again as long as the world lasts. So don't
stand in the way, Atherton; be a sport."
"It's a simple matter," Atherton replied, "to say, 'get possession of
his watch,' but haven't you read stories of treasure chests guarded by
some secret contrivance which meant death to those who tried to open
them? That's the kind of thing we're up against. Bellingham tried to
solve the mystery, and Bellingham is dead. And do you suppose for one
instant that if his story is true--if these men have the power he says
they have--that we are going to meddle with their secrets and escape
unscathed? If you do think so, you were never more mistaken in your
life. Why, rather than go ahead as you want us to do, I would take my
chance on walking into a powder factory, with a lighted pipe in my
mouth and the wind blowing a gale."
Mills nodded solemnly. Life to him was something precious; many
delights lay before him through the placid years. "You're right,
Atherton," he agreed. "It's tremendously tempting, but this putting
your head into the lion's jaws is a dangerous game; if he happens to
close them, why--good-by."
Blagden, the dynamic, exploded again. "Oh, you quitters!" he
vociferated, "why do you stand in such awe of this gang. I tell you
they're only human. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Under
ordinary circumstances, I'll admit that we'd have no show. But see
what Fate has done for us. Here is Atherton, in the employ of Marshall
Hamilton. Here's Mills, pals with the celebrated Stoat, who claims to
be the best little housebreaker in New York. What could be easier than
for Atherton to leave a window open, so that Stoat could slip into the
house, make his way into Hamilton's bedroom, and get possession of the
watch? Easy? Why, it would be child's play."
"But that," objected Mills, "would be only the beginning. Even
assuming that we got the watch, as soon as it was missed there would
be the devil to pay. Every speculator in the country would be a marked
man. We might have the knowledge but would we dare to use it?"
"Tubby," retorted Blagden savagely, "you make me tired. I've
considered all the possibilities, and I've decided that there's just
one way for us to succeed. Stoat must get the watch, copy the cypher,
and then return it again before it's missed. In that way we'll be
doing no harm to anyone, and we'll be absolutely safe. Nobody can have
the slightest ground for suspicion."
"Oh, that's different," Mills assented. "If we could do that, we'd be
all right." But Atherton promptly demurred. "Blagden," he said firmly,
"you've got to realize that my position in this whole affair has
changed. I'm working for Mr. Hamilton; he has treated me well; and I
can't help you out on any such plan as this. It wouldn't be the decent
thing."
"Oh, decent be damned," rejoined Blagden with heat. "You went in with
us on this adventure scheme; we agreed to stick together; and now that
our chance has really come, you refuse to take advantage of it. I
don't consider, Atherton, that you're playing square with us."
Atherton's eyes gleamed. "Oh, come," he remonstrated, "I'd go slow
with that kind of talk. We went into this together, as you say, but
that doesn't mean that we're bound to stick through thick and thin,
regardless of whatever circumstances may arise. What do you say,
Tubby? Isn't that stretching things beyond all reason?"
"Oh, of course," Mills agreed, "there's a limit somewhere. But I can't
see why you should worry about Marshall Hamilton. Apparently, he's
nothing but a plain, ordinary robber; the only difference between him
and other criminals is that he operates on a larger scale. I don't see
where he comes in at all. And as Blagden says, it isn't as though we
were harming him. Suppose we get what we're after. All we want is to
be let alone until we've made our fortunes; then we can decide whether
we dare expose the crowd or not. But for the present, no harm is
coming to Hamilton."
"How do you know it isn't?" Atherton insisted. "You're assuming that
everything is to result as you plan it. But you can't tell. Even for
Stoat, admitting that he's as skillful as we think he is, this is
going to be a delicate job. Suppose he makes his way successfully as
far as Hamilton's bedroom, and then suppose that Hamilton awakens,
that there's a fight, and that Hamilton is killed. What are we then?
Murderers, aren't we? Not legally, perhaps, but morally."
"Oh, rot!" cried Blagden contemptuously, "that's not a fair way to
argue. Supposing--supposing--why, if you once begin, you can suppose
anything you please. We've got to figure on probabilities, not
possibilities. And tell me this, Atherton. I don't admit for an
instant that you are right, but assuming that you are--assuming the
very worst that can happen--why are you so solicitous about Marshall
Hamilton? What's his life to you? He is protected by respectability,
and that's all. Apart from that, he's a robber, a common plunderer;
he's got your money and Tubby's money and mine. He takes the risks of
his profession; he can't complain. So I ask you again, why the devil
are you so afraid of his being harmed?"
Atherton hesitated. Naturally honest and straightforward, he knew
perfectly well in his own mind what his real reasons were--that it was
not so much consideration for his employer that influenced him as the
fear that something might happen to distress Helen herself. Yet he was
loth to admit this, until all at once the keen-witted Blagden,
noticing his confusion, suddenly leaped to the correct conclusion.
"I have it!" he cried. "It's not Marshall Hamilton at all; he has
nothing to do with it. It's his daughter." And as Atherton's
expression confirmed his conjecture, he added savagely, "Look here,
man, what a hypocrite you are. Here you pose as a moralist, and all
the time you're laying your plans to marry Hamilton's daughter, become
independent for life, and then leave Tubby and me in the lurch. That's
a pretty trick."
He was thoroughly angered, and like most angry men, had gone too far.
Atherton leaped to his feet. "Stop it," he cried, with ominous calm.
"Stop it right away. What you're saying is nonsense, every word of
it."
"Every word of it," repeated Blagden. "Do you deny that you would like
to marry Miss Hamilton?"
Atherton did not hesitate now. "There is no question of marrying
anybody," he answered. "I'm not in a position, financially, to think
of marriage. If you ask me whether I'm in love with Miss Hamilton,
I'll tell you that I most certainly am. But when you talk about
marrying and becoming independent, and when you talk about my going
back on you and Tubby, then you're simply ranting about what isn't
true."
There was a pause, the two eyeing each other like wrestlers about to
come to a grapple, while Mills, the lover of harmony, gazed miserably
from one to the other, in distress at this sudden disagreement.
"Well," said Blagden at length, "I don't see that your reasons make
any difference, anyway; I made a mistake when I brought them into the
discussion. But the practical result is that you decline to help us
with this scheme. Isn't that the long and short of it?"
"Yes," Atherton admitted, "it is. It's too risky, and it's criminal,
and altogether it's a poor game to mix up in. I'm sure we'll do better
to let it alone."
"And in the next place," went on Blagden, "to make use of Biblical
language, which you, as a moralist, will undoubtedly approve, if you
are not with us, are you against us? Will you remain neutral, and let
Tubby and myself go ahead with this plan ourselves?"
Atherton shook his head. "No," he replied, "if this were simply a case
of robbery, I suppose, under all the circumstances, I shouldn't object
to it, but the trouble is that you can't tell where you are going to
stop. Therefore, I'm opposed to any such attempt as you propose."
"Very well," said Blagden, "now we know where we stand. Only please
don't think you have a monopoly of all the brains in this crowd,
because you haven't. And now I'm going to ask you another question.
Has it occurred to your pure and youthful mind that the events of last
night may have some bearing oh the situation?"
Atherton started. Such a possibility had not occurred to him. "What do
you mean by that?" he demanded in his turn.
"Just this," retorted Blagden. "That if worse comes to worse, I mean
to take a parting shot at our friend Hamilton by letting his wife know
of this little affair of his. His wife--and his daughter."
Atherton's heart sank. "But listen, Blagden," he cried, "you wouldn't
do that. Why, that would be rotten, sneaking blackmail. No gentleman
could stoop to that."
Blagden grinned. "Then I'm not a gentleman," he scoffed. "How
interesting these distinctions are. Your prospective father-in-law is
a robber and is unfaithful to his wife, and yet he is a gentleman.
It's quite an elastic term. But I'm not proud. I'll forfeit my title
to being one. But gentleman or not, if you say that you are going to
interfere with my plans, I'll make things hum in the Hamilton family."
"But Mrs. Hamilton," objected Atherton, "is an invalid. News like that
might easily kill her. You have no right to make her suffer."
"Oh, that's not my lookout," disclaimed Blagden airily. "Blame her
husband, or Fate, or anyone else, but not me. So on the whole,
Atherton, don't you think you'd better withdraw your opposition, and
let us go ahead?"
Atherton, realizing the difficulty of his position, made no answer. To
allow wife and daughter to know of Marshall Hamilton's double life was
unthinkable; better far, it seemed, to risk the danger of the attempt
to rob the banker of his watch. But while he pondered, suddenly, to
his amazement, Blagden's whole manner underwent a complete change, and
he burst into laughter.
"Heavens, man, but you take things seriously!" he cried. "I didn't
mean what I said. I was only seeing how far I could push the argument.
You're quite right; we couldn't take the risk. We'll give up the whole
affair, and wait for a better chance."
Atherton stared at him, relieved and yet incredulous. Nor did Mills
appear to know whether to believe this sudden change of front was
simulated or sincere.
"Good Lord!" he exclaimed, "do you mean you're going to stop now?
After all we've been through? That doesn't sound like you, Blagden;
you never were a quitter."
Blagden threw him a glance of veiled meaning. "Oh, I don't mind
quitting when I have to," he answered. "Atherton's right, and that
settles it." He strolled across the room as he spoke, and in his most
winning manner laid his hand on Atherton's shoulder. "But you must own
up, old man," he said, "that you owe a good deal to me. You seem to be
on the crest of the wave now, but don't forget who launched you from
the shore. When you're happily married and settled down, I shall come
around to the back door and expect a cold meal if I need one."
At once Atherton melted. "I realize everything," he responded, "and if
it hadn't been for your energy, I don't know what I should be doing
now. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but you can see that I'm in a
hard position. I want to do the decent thing by everyone, if I can."
"That's right," Blagden agreed heartily, "and something else is bound
to turn up soon. Where can I get hold of you if I want you? How much
longer do you stay as chauffeur?"
"Only till Monday," Atherton answered. "After that, write me at the
Standard Motor Works till further notice. And now I must be getting
home; there's no train for two hours if I miss the next one. No hard
feeling, Blagden?"
"Not a bit," Blagden answered. "You're quite right. I didn't agree
with you at first, but I do now. Good-by and good luck."
His tone was cordiality itself, but when he had regained the street,
Atherton began to wonder whether or not his friend was speaking the
truth. As Mills had artlessly phrased it, it "didn't sound like"
Blagden; Blagden the bold, the tenacious and the daring. "I'll take no
chances," he reflected, "I owe him a great deal, as he said, but I can
still keep my eyes open." And if he could have looked back into the
room he had just left, and could have heard the flood of vituperation
which streamed from Blagden's lips, he would have realized the wisdom
of his resolve.