The Avalanche by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton (ink book reader txt) 📖

His Mother-In-Law! The Mother Of His Wife!

 

Her Name Was Marie. In That Chaos Of Flesh An Interested Eye Might

Discover The Ruins Of Beauty. Her Hair, He Knew, Had Been Black. He

Recalled The Terror Expressed In Every Line Of That Mountainous

Figure--Which May Well Have Been Perfect Twenty Years Ago. The Green

Pallor Of Her Cheek! And He Had Long Felt, Rather Than Knew, That She

Possessed Magnificent Powers Of Bluff. Her Dignified Exit Had Been No

More Convincing To Him Than To Bisbee.

 

He Went Back Over The Past And Recalled All He Knew Of The Woman Whose

Daughter He Had Married. She Had Visited The United States About

Twenty-One Years Ago, Met And Married Delano, And Remained In San

Francisco Two Or Three Months On Their Way To Japan. Delano Had Died On

The Voyage Across The Pacific, Been Buried At Sea, And His Widow Had

Returned To Her Family In Rouen And Settled Down In Her Brother's

Household.

 

This Was Practically All He Knew, For It Was All That Helene Knew, And

Madame Delano Never Wasted Words. It Had Not Occurred To Him To Question

Her. Their Status In Rouen Was Established, And If Not Distinguished It

Was Indubitably Respectable And Not Remotely Suggestive Of Mystery.

 

Price, Convinced That Helene's Father Must Have Been A Gentleman,

Recalled That He Had Asked Her One Day To Tell Him Something Of The

Delanos, But His Wife Had Replied Vaguely That She Believed Her

Mother Had Been Too Sad To Talk About Him For A Long While, And Then

Probably Had Got Out Of The Habit. She Knew Nothing More Than She

Already Had Told Him.

 

It Came Back To Him, However, That Several Times His Wife's Casual

References To The Past, And Particularly Regarding Her Parents, Had Not

Dove-Tailed, But That He Had Dismissed The Impression; Attributing It To

Some Lapse In His Own Attention. He Had A Bad Habit Of Listening And

Thinking Out A Knotty Business Problem At The Same Time. And There Is A

Curious Inhibition In Loyal Minds Which Forbids Them To Put Two And Two

Together Until Suspicion Is Inescapably Aroused.

 

He Had A Very Well Ordered Mind, Furnished With Innumerable Little Pigeon

Holes, Which Flew Open At The Proper Vibration From His Admirable Memory.

He Concentrated This Memory Upon A Little Bureau Of Purely Personal

Receptacles And Before Long Certain Careless Phrases Of His Wife Stood In

A Neat Row.

 

She Had Mentioned Upon One Occasion That She Thought She Must Have Been

About Five When She Arrived In Rouen, And Remembered Her First Impression

Of The Cathedral As Well As The Boats On The Seine At Night. And Cousin

Pierre Had Taken Her Up The River One Sunday To The Church On The Height

Which Had Been Built For A Statue Of The Virgin That Had Been Excavated

There, And Bade Her Kneel And Pray At This Station For What She Wished

Most. She Had Prayed For A Large Wax Doll That Said Papa And Mama, And

Behold, It Had Arrived The Next Day.

 

Madame Delano Had Told Him Unequivocally That She Had Gone Directly To

Rouen After Her Husband's Death ... But Again, Although Helene

Remembered Arriving In Rouen With Her Mother, She Must Have Been Left

For A Time Elsewhere, For Helene Had Another Memory--Of A Convent, Where

She Had Tarried For What Seemed A Very Long Time To Her Childish Mind.

Could She Have Been Sent To A Convent From The House In Rouen When She

Was So Little That Her Memories Of That First Sojourn Were Confused? And

Why? The Family Had Apparently Been Fond Of "La Petite Americaine," And

Even If Her Devoted Mother Had Been Obliged To Leave Her For Several

Years It Is Doubtful If They Would Have Sent So Young A Child To A

Convent. Rack His Memory As He Would He Could Recall No Allusion To Such

A Journey, To Any Separation Between Mother And Child After They Were

Established In Rouen.

 

But He Did Remember One Of Madame Delano's Few References To The Past,

Which Might Suggest That She Had Left The Child Somewhere While She Went

Home To Make Peace With Her Family To Get Her Bearings. Her Brother Had

Not Approved Of Her Marrying An American. "But," She Had Added

Graciously, "You See I Had No Such Prejudice. Neither Now Nor Then. James

Was The Best Of Husbands."

 

"James!" "Jim."

 

He Had Heard The Name Jim As He Boarded The Dummy, Uttered In Extremely

Familiar Accents; By Bisbee, Of Course. Yes, And Something Else. "We All

Felt Bad When He Croaked."

 

His Feverishly Alert Memory Darted To Another Pigeon Hole And Exhumed

Another Treasure. Some Ten Or Twelve Months Ago He Had Been Obliged To Go

To A Northern County On Business That Involved Buying Up Smaller

Concerns, And Would Keep Him Away For A Fortnight Or More. He Had Taken

Helene, And As They Were Motoring Through One Of The Old Towns She Had

Leaned Forward With A Little Gasp Exclaiming:

 

"How Exactly Like! If I Didn't Know That I Had Never Been In California

Before Except Merely To Be Born Here I Could Vow That Is Where I Lived

With The Dear Nuns."

 

He Had Asked Idly: "Where Was Your Convent?" And She Had Shaken Her Head.

"Maman Says I Never Was In A Convent, That I Dreamed It." She Had Lifted

To Ruyler A Puzzled Face. "I Remember She Punished Me Once, When I Was

About Seven And Persisted In Talking About The Convent--I Suppose I Had

Forgotten It For A Time In The New Life, And Something Brought It Back To

Me. But It Is The Most Vivid Memory Of My Childhood. Do You Think I Could

Have Been One Of Those Uncanny Children That Live In A Dream World? I

Hope Not. I Like To Think I Am Quite Normal And Full To The Brim Of

Common Sense." He Had Laughed And Told Her Not To Worry. He Had Lived In

A Dream World Himself When He Was Little.

 

The Conviction Grew Upon Him As He Sat There That Helene Had Spent The

First Five Years Of Her Life At The Ursuline Convent In St. Peter. What

Had Her Mother--Young And Beautiful--Been Doing During Those Years, The

Years Of A Mother's Most Anxious Devotion And Pleasurable Interest? He

Searched His Memory For Club Reminiscences Of A Marie Delano Of Twenty

Years Earlier, Or Less. No Such Name Rewarded His Mental Explorations,

And Marie Delano Was Not A Name Likely To Escape.

 

He Exclaimed Aloud At His Stupidity. The Astute French Woman Was Hardly

Likely To Return To The Scene Of Her Former Triumphs With An Innocent

Young Daughter And An Infamous Name. Nor, Apparently, Had She Carried It

To Rouen After She Had Manifestly Foresworn Vice For The Sake Of Her

Child, Even To The Length Of Resigning Herself To The Dullness Of A

Provincial Town.

 

But "Jim"? Her Husband? Could Bisbee Have Referred To Some Other Jim Who

Had "Croaked" Recently? Such Women Have More Than One Jim In Their

Voluminous Lives.

 

Ruyler Had That Order Of Mental Temperament To Which Dubiety Is The

One Unendurable Condition; He Had None Of That Cowardice Which

Postpones An Unpleasant Solution Until The Inevitable Moment. Whatever

This Hideous Mystery He Would Solve It As Quickly As Possible And Then

Put It Out Of His Life. Beyond Question Poor Helene Was The Victim Of

Blackmail; That Was The Logical Explanation Of Her Ill-Concealed

Anxiety--Misery, No Doubt!

 

He Wished She Had Had The Courage To Come Directly To Him, But It Was

Idle To Expect The Resolution Of A Woman Of Thirty In A Child Of Twenty.

It Was Apparent That She Had Even Tried To Shield Her Mother, For That

Madame Delano Had Been Caught Unaware To-Day Was Indisputable.

 

What Incredible Impudence--Or Courage?--To Return Here! There Were Other

Resorts In The South And On The Eastern Coast Where A Pretty Girl Might

Reap The Harvest Of Innocent And Lovely Youth.

 

Once More His Mind Abruptly Focused Itself.

 

Shortly After His Marriage Madame Delano Had Asked Him Casually If He

Could Inform Her As To The Reliability Of A Certain Firm Of Lawyers,

Lawton, Cross And Co. She "Thought Of Buying A Ranch," And The Firm Had

Been Suggested To Her By Some One Or Other Of These Rich People. She Also

Wished To Make A Will.

 

He Had Replied As Casually That It Was A Leading Firm, And Forgotten The

Incident Promptly. He Recalled Now That Several Times He Had Seen His

Mother-In-Law Coming Out Of The Monadnock Building, Where This Firm Had

Its Offices. He Had Upon One Occasion Met Her In The Lift And She Had

Explained With Unaccustomed Volubility That She Was Still Thinking Of

Buying A Ranch, Possibly In Napa County. She Understood That Quite A

Fortune Might Be Made In Fruit, And It Would Be A Diverting Interest For

Her Old Age. Possibly She Might Encourage A Favorite Nephew To Come Out

And Help Her Run It.

 

Ruyler, Who Had Been Absorbed In His Own Affairs And Hated The Sight Of

Any Woman During Business Hours, Had Felt Like Telling Her That If She

Wanted To Sink Her Money In A Ranch, That Was As Good A Way To Get Rid Of

It As Any, But Had Merely Nodded And Left The Elevator. He Was Not The

Man To Give Any One Unasked Advice And Be Snubbed For His Pains.

 

If "Jim" Was Her Husband And Had "Croaked" Some Two Years Since, What

More Natural Than That She Had Been Obliged To Come To California And

Settle His Estate? Lawton And Cross Would Keep Her Secret, As California

Lawyers, With Or Without Blackmail, Had Kept Many Others; Perhaps She Was

An Old Friend Of Lawton's. He Had Been A "Bird" In His Time.

 

Undoubtedly This Was The Solution. Otherwise She Never Would Have Risked

The Return To San Francisco, Even With Her Changed Appearance.

 

 

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It Was Time To Dismiss Speculation And Proceed To Action. He Rang Up

Detective Headquarters And Asked Jake Spaulding To Come To Him At Once.

 

Spaulding Began: "But The Matter Ain't Ripe Yet, Boss. Nothin' Doin'

Last Night--"

 

But Ruyler Cut Him Short. "Please Come Immediately--No, Not Here. Meet Me

At Long's."

 

He Left The Building And Walked Rapidly To A Well-Known Bar Where

Estimable Citizens, Even When Impervious To The Seductions Of Cocktail

And Highball, Often Met In Private Soundproof Rooms To Discuss Momentous

Deals, Or Invoke The Aid Of Detectives Whose Appearance In Home Or Office

Might Cause The Wary Bird To Fly Away.

 

The Detective Did Not Drink, So Ruyler Ordered Cigars, And A Few Moments

Later Spaulding Strolled In. His Physical Movements Always Belied His

Nervous Keen Face. He Was The Antithesis Of 'Gene Bisbee. All Honest Men

Compelled To Have Dealings With Him Liked And Trusted Him. A Rich Man

Could Confide A Disgraceful Predicament To His Keeping Without Fear Of

Blackmail, And A Poor Man, If His Cause Were Interesting, Might Command

His Services With A Nominal Fee. He Loved The Work And Regarded Himself

As An Artist, Inasmuch As He Was Exercising A Highly Cultivated Gift, Not

Merely Pursuing A Lucrative Profession. He Sometimes Longed, It Is True,

For Worthier Objects Upon Which To Lavish This Gift, And He Found Them A

Few Years Later When The World Went To War. He Was One Of The Most

Valuable Men In The Federal Secret Service Before The End Of 1915.

 

"What's Up?" He Asked, As He Took Possession Of The Most Comfortable

Chair In The Little Room And Lit A Cigar. "You Look As If You Hadn't

Slept For A Week, And You Were Lookin' Fine Yesterday."

 

"Do You Mind If I Only Half Confide In You? It's A Delicate Matter. I'd

Like To Ask You A Few Questions And May Possibly Ask You To Find The

Answer To Several Others."

 

"Fire Away. Curiosity Is Not My Vice. I'll Only Call For A Clean Breast

If I Find I Can't Work In The Dark."

 

"Thanks. Do--Do You Remember Any Woman Of The Town Named--Marie Delano?"

He Swallowed Hard But Brought It Out. "Who May Have Flourished Here

Fifteen Or Twenty Years Ago?"

 

Spaulding Knew That Ruyler's Wife Had Been Named Delano, But He Refrained

From Whistling And Fixed His Sharp Honest Blue Eyes On The Opposite Wall.

 

"Nope. Sounds Fancy Enough, But She Was No Queen Of The Red Light

District In S.F."

 

"I Was Convinced She Could Not Have Been Known Under That Name. Do You

Know Of Any Woman Of That Sort Who Was Married--Possibly--To A Man Whose

First Name Was James--Jim--And Who Left Abruptly, While She Was Still

Young And Handsome, Just About Fifteen Years Ago?"

 

"Lord, That's A Poser! Do You Mean To Say She Married And Retired--Landed

Some Simp? They Do Once In A While. Could Tell You Queer Things About

Certain Ancestries In This Old Town."

 

"No--I Don't Think That Was It. I Have Reason To Think She Had Been

Married For At Least Six