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say to you, quite frankly, that I wouldnât accept a cent
of Mr. Glenarmâs money if it were offered me; and
that is why,ââand her smile was a flash of springââI
want you to obey the terms of the will and earn your
fortune.â
She closed the fan sharply and lifted her eyes to mine.
âBut there isnât any fortune! Itâs all a myth, a joke,â
I declared.
âMr. Pickering doesnât seem to think so. He had
every reason for believing that Mr. Glenarm was a very
rich man. The property canât be found in the usual
placesâbanks, safety vaults, and the like. Then where
do you think it isâor better, where do you think
Mr. Pickering thinks it is?â
âBut assuming that itâs buried up there by the lake
like a pirateâs treasure, it isnât Pickeringâs if he finds
it. There are laws to protect even the dead from robbery!â
I concluded hotly.
âHow difficult you are! Suppose you should fall
from a boat, or be shotâaccidentallyâthen I might
have to take the fortune after all; and Mr. Pickering
might think of an easier way of getting it than byââ
âStealing it! Yes, but you wouldnâtâ!â
Half-past twelve struck on the stairway and I started
to my feet.
âYou wouldnâtââ I repeated.
âI might, you know!â
âI must goâbut not with that, not with any hint of
thatâplease!â
âIf you let him defeat you, if you fail to spend your
year thereâweâll overlook this one lapse,ââshe looked
me steadily in the eyes, wholly guiltless of coquetry but
infinitely kindââthenââ
She paused, opened the fan, held it up to the light
and studied the golden butterflies.
âYesââ
âThenâlet me seeâoh, I shall never chase another
rabbit as long as I live! Now goâquicklyâquickly!â
âBut you havenât told me when and where it was we
met the first time. Please!â
She laughed, but urged me away with her eyes.
âI shanât do it! It isnât proper for me to remember,
if your memory is so poor. I wonder how it would seem
for us to meet just onceâand be introduced! Good
night! You really came. You are a gentleman of your
word, Squire Glenarm!â
She gave me the tips of her fingers without looking
at me.
A servant came in hurriedly.
âMiss Devereux, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor and Mr. Pickering
are in the drawing-room.â
âYes; very well; I will come at once.â
Then to me:
âThey must not see youâthere, that way!â and she
stood in the door, facing me, her hands lightly touching
the frame as though to secure my way.
I turned for a last look and saw her waitingâher
eyes bent gravely upon me, her arms still half-raised,
barring the door; then she turned swiftly away into the
hall.
Outside I found my hat and coat, and wakened my
sleeping driver. He drove like mad into the city, and
I swung upon the north-bound sleeper just as it was
drawing out of the station.
I MEET AN OLD FRIEND
When I reached the house I found, to my astonishment,
that the window I had left open as I scrambled
out the night before was closed. I dropped my bag and
crept to the front door, thinking that if Bates had discovered
my absence it was useless to attempt any further
deception. I was amazed to find the great doors
of the main entrance flung wide, and in real alarm I
ran through the hall and back to the library.
The nearest door stood open, and, as I peered in, a
curious scene disclosed itself. A few of the large cathedral
candles still burned brightly in several places,
their flame rising strangely in the gray morning light.
Books had been taken from the shelves and scattered
everywhere, and sharp implements had cut ugly gashes
in the shelving. The drawers containing sketches and
photographs had been pulled out and their contents
thrown about and trampled under foot.
The house was as silent as a tomb, but as I stood on
the threshold trying to realize what had happened, something
stirred by the fireplace and I crept forward, listening,
until I stood by the long table beneath the great
chandelier. Again I heard a sound as of some animal
waking and stretching, followed by a moan that was
undoubtedly human. Then the hands of a man clutched
the farther edge of the table, and slowly and evidently
with infinite difficulty a figure rose and the dark face
of Bates, with eyes blurred and staring strangely, confronted
me.
He drew his body to its height, and leaned heavily
upon the table. I snatched a candle and bent toward
him to make sure my eyes were not tricking me.
âMr. Glenarm! Mr. Glenarm!â he exclaimed in
broken whispers. âIt is Bates, sir.â
âWhat have you done; what has happened?â I demanded.
He put his hand to his head uncertainly and gaped
as though trying to gather his wits.
He was evidently dazed by whatever had occurred,
and I sprang around and helped him to a couch. He
would not lie down but sat up, staring and passing his
hand over his head. It was rapidly growing lighter,
and I saw a purple and black streak across his temple
where a bludgeon of some sort had struck him.
âWhat does this mean, Bates? Who has been in the
house?â
âI canât tell you, Mr. Glenarm.â
âCanât tell me! You will tell me or go to jail!
Thereâs been mischief done here and I donât intend to
have any nonsense about it from you. Wellâ?â
He was clearly suffering, but in my anger at the sight
of the wreck of the room I grasped his shoulder and
shook him roughly.
âIt was early this morning,â he faltered, âabout two
oâclock, I heard noises in the lower part of the house.
I came down thinking likely it was you, and remembering
that you had been sick yesterdayââ
âYes, go on.â
The thought of my truancy was no balm to my conscience
just then.
âAs I came into the hall, I saw lights in the library.
As you werenât down last night the room hadnât been
lighted at all. I heard steps, and some one tapping with
a hammerââ
âYes; a hammer. Go on!â
It was, then, the same old story! The war had been
carried openly into the house, but Batesâjust why
should any one connected with the conspiracy injure
Bates, who stood so near to Pickering, its leader? The
fellow was undoubtedly hurtâthere was no mistaking
the lump on his head. He spoke with a painful difficulty
that was not assumed, I felt increasingly sure, as
he went on.
âI saw a man pulling out the books and tapping the
inside of the shelves. He was working very fast. And
the next thing I knew he let in another man through
one of the terrace doorsâthe one there that still stands
a little open.â
He flinched as be turned slightly to indicate it, and
his face twitched with pain.
âNever mind that; tell the rest of your story.â
âThen I ran in, grabbed one of the big candelabra
from the table, and went for the nearest man. They
were about to begin on the chimney-breast thereâit
was Mr. Glenarmâs pride in all the houseâand that
accounts for my being there in front of the fireplace.
They rather got the best of me, sir.
âClearly; I see they did. You had a hand-to-hand
fight with them, and being two to oneââ
âNo; there were two of usâdonât you understand,
two of us! There was another man who came running
in from somewhere, and he took sides with me. I
thought at first it was you. The robbers thought so,
too, for one of them yelled, âGreat God; itâs Glenarm!â
just like that. But it wasnât you, but quite another person.â
âThatâs a good story so far; and then what happened?â
âI donât remember much more, except that some one
soused me with water that helped my head considerably,
and the next thing I knew I was staring across the table
there at you.â
âWho were these men, Bates? Speak up quickly!â
My tone was peremptory. Here was, I felt, a crucial
moment in our relations.
âWell,â he began deliberately, âI dislike to make
charges against a fellow man, but I strongly suspect one
of the men of beingââ
âYes! Tell the whole truth or it will be the worse
for you.â
âI very much fear one of them was Ferguson, the
gardener over the way. Iâm disappointed in him,
sir.â
âVery good; and now for the other one.â
âI didnât get my eyes on him. I had closed with
Ferguson and we were having quite a lively time of it
when the other one came in; then the man who came to
my help mixed us all upâhe was a very lively personâ
and what became of Ferguson and the rest of it I donât
know.â
There was food for thought in what he said. He had
taken punishment in defense of my propertyâthe crack
on his head was undeniableâand I could not abuse
him or question his veracity with any grace; not, at
least, without time for investigation and study. However,
I ventured to ask him one question.
âIf you were guessing, shouldnât you think it quite
likely that Morgan was the other man?â
He met my gaze squarely.
âI think it wholly possible, Mr. Glenarm.â
âAnd the man who helped youâwho in the devil was
he?â
âBless me, I donât know. He disappeared. Iâd like
mightily to see him again.â
âHumph! Now youâd better do something for your
head. Iâll summon the village doctor if you say so.â
âNo; thank you, sir. Iâll take care of it myself.â
âAnd now weâll keep quiet about this. Donât mention
it or discuss it with any one.â
âCertainly not, sir.â
He rose, and staggered a little, but crossed to the
broad mantel-shelf in the great chimney-breast, rested
his arm upon it for a moment, passed his hand over the
dark wood with a sort of caress, then bent his eyes upon
the floor littered with books and drawings and papers
torn from the cabinets and all splashed with tallow and
wax from the candles. The daylight had increased until
the havoc wrought by the nightâs visitors was fully apparent.
The marauders had made a sorry mess of the
room, and I thought Batesâ lip quivered as he saw the
wreck.
âIt would have been a blow to Mr. Glenarm; the room
was his prideâhis pride, sir.â
He went out toward the kitchen, and I ran up stairs
to my own room. I cursed the folly that had led me to
leave my window open, for undoubtedly Morgan and
his new ally, St. Agathaâs gardener, had taken advantage
of it to enter the house. Quite likely, too, they had
observed my absence, and this would undoubtedly be
communicated to Pickering. I threw open my door
and started back with an exclamation of amazement.
Standing at my chiffonnier, between two windows,
was a man, clad in a bath-gownâmy own, I saw with
furyâhis back to me, the razor at his face, placidly
shaving himself.
Without turning he addressed me, quite coolly and
casually, as though his being there was the most natural
thing in the world.
âGood morning, Mr. Glenarm! Rather damaging
evidence, that costume. I suppose itâs the custom
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