"I feel as though I was rehearsing for private theatricals," he said, with a somewhat embarrassed laugh, after Burton had gone over his plans with him in minute detail.
"That's all right. If we get what we want, it will be worth it. If we don't, we won't be any worse off than we are now. You understand. You will see that Underwood is taken home--not before eleven o'clock--and that your plainclothes man stays with him from that minute until further orders. And no one must know that he is out of jail except the man with him. I'll see the family in the morning and explain, and I'll see Selby in the course of the morning and see that he knows the news. Then just an hour after he is in the house,--neither more nor less,--there is to be an alarm of fire. You will see about that. Then I'll see you afterwards and we'll decide whether to go on with it."
"I guess I've got it straight," said Watson. "You are responsible for this, you know, and if anything goes wrong--"
"I'll take the responsibility, all right. It will be a busy day, but I rather hope something may come of it, Mr. Watson."
Watson cleared his throat discreetly4. Of course if anything did come of it, he wouldn't mind taking the credit for the result, but since he was already committed to a theory on the subject of the High Ridge mystery, he didn't care to welcome any other suggestion too enthusiastically.
Burton went to his hotel, his thoughts in an excited whirl of possibilities. There was a telegram waiting for him. He tore it open, and read it twice over before he could focus his mind on it sufficiently5 to understand it.
"Arrive at two tomorrow private car. Be ready to go on west with me.
"Rachel Overman."
"To-morrow!" Burton said, trying to pull his thoughts together. "What in the world is the matter? Go west? Well, hardly! Is Phil worse, I wonder. Thank heaven she doesn't arrive in the morning. But go west to-morrow! Why, what nonsense!"
He did not stop to consider that it was exactly the sort of nonsense that he had given Rachel reason to expect of him for the last twenty years.
Burton made an early call the next day at the house on Rowan Street. Leslie Underwood was in the garden when he came up, and he stopped for a moment at the gate to enjoy the picture she made. It would be impossible for any one with sensibilities not to enjoy a painted picture of a beautiful girl bending before a bed of pansies, her summer gown of blue lawn making an effective contrast to the green grass upon which its folds rippled6, and her hair bare to the sun. It would therefore have merely argued brutish insensibility on Burton's part if he had not felt the charm of the real thing. Perhaps, however, it would not have been necessary for him to feel it so keenly that it seemed like a hand laid hushingly upon his heart. He stood staring in a forgetfulness of himself that would have been a valued tribute to any work of art. Some instinct warned the girl; she turned her head abruptly7 and then, when she saw him, she rose and came toward him, strewing8 the gathered pansies like many-colored jewels along the sod.
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"Oh, you're back!" she exclaimed.
It was so indisputable a statement of fact that he did not attempt an answer. But perhaps she did not notice the omission9, for as she withdrew her hand from his she asked gayly: "Well, what luck?"
"I'll tell you, to-morrow."
"Then you have found something?"
"This is the time, Miss Underwood, when I can properly assume the air of inscrutable mystery which belongs by all tradition to the astute10 detective. If I had really been up in my part I should have assumed it long ago, instead of revealing my actual ignorance so recklessly. It's rather late in the day to begin to be mysterious, I admit, but I am disposed to claim the privilege for the next twenty-four hours."
She watched him eagerly. "Something is brewing11!"
"Hum,--possibly. But please observe that I don't say there is."
"I shall watch you."
"I am flattered by your notice. I begin to perceive that I have been even more improvident12 than I guessed in letting the opportunity to be mysteriously interesting slip until now."
She laughed, and stooped to gather her forgotten pansies.
"I believe it's good news! I know you are hopeful, because you are gay."
"Perhaps I am gay merely to hide a perturbed13 heart."
She looked up quickly, questioningly.
"Have you heard from Philip lately? Or his mother?" she asked. The question may have been suggested by his words or it may not.
"I received a telegram from Mrs. Overman last night. She says she is to be here to-morrow on her way west."
"Here? Oh!" The girl looked startled. "Must I see her?"
"Would you rather not?"
"Oh, I could not bear to see her--yet."
"Then you need not," said Burton promptly14, reckless of Rachel's feelings on the subject. "She is only going through the town, and very likely may not leave her car."
"You are not going on with her?" she asked, with sudden alarm.
"Oh, no, indeed!"
Then, as an afterthought, she asked: "Is Philip with her?"
"She didn't say. She doesn't tell me more than she thinks is good for me to know. But I have a bit of news for you. Henry is coming home this morning."
"Oh! How is that?"
"He is under guard, of course. But even so it will be a pleasant change for him. But it is not to be spoken of outside of the house."
She looked puzzled. "That's all I am to know?"
"At present."
"Very well," she said, with a sweet meekness16 that made him laugh, but with a curious catch at his heart. It is dangerous for a woman to play at meekness! She recovered herself quickly, and struck gayly into another theme. "Guess who's engaged!"
They had been walking up the path to the house, but at this he stopped short. "Engaged? Here? Some one I know?"
"Yes!"
"Not your brother?"
"Henry? Why, no. What made you think of him? It's Mr. Selby!"
"And Miss Hadley?" he asked, in dismay.
"Yes! How clever of you! How did you guess?"
"Wait a minute. Don't go in just yet," said Burton, stopping at the door. He led her aside to a garden bench which stood against the wall. "I want to consider this. Tell me all you know about it."
"There is nothing more to tell. Mr. Selby hasn't called for our congratulations. But the report is abroad."
"Does your brother know it?"
"I don't know." She looked up with obvious surprise. "Why? Why do you speak of him?"
"Did it never occur to you that Henry and Selby hated each other so bitterly because they both cared for Miss Hadley?"
"Henry? Oh, impossible!"
"Not impossible at all, I assure you."
"Why, he hardly knows her."
"How long is it necessary to know a person before falling in love?"
"I have no statistics on the subject."
"Well, my word for it, it doesn't take very long sometimes. And my word for it, Henry was in love with Miss Hadley. I wish we might keep him from hearing this news for a while."
"Why, you don't think Henry will shoot Selby at sight for carrying off his girl, do you?" she laughed.
"You are a heartless girl to laugh about it. Having some one else carry off the girl you love is a much more serious matter than you seem to realize. But I am not worrying about Selby. To be sure, It would look pretty bad for Henry if Selby were assassinated17 the first day he was out of jail, but Mr. Selby is under the special protection of the powers of mischief18 who are running things here, and I have no anxiety on his behalf."
"Mrs. Bussey says that the milkman says that the Hadleys' housemaid says that Minnie was up in her room crying all day yesterday," said Leslie mischievously19.
"For goodness' sake, don't let Henry hear that," exclaimed Burton. But the name reminded him of Mrs. Bussey's specialty20, and he glanced rather anxiously at the open drawing-room windows under which they had been sitting. Was it his fancy, or did the curtain stir with something more palpable than the wind? What a situation for this girl to live in! It was intolerable.
He was looking at her so intently that she looked up as though he had spoken.
"What is it?" she asked swiftly. "You are hiding something from me!"
"I am trying to," he said, recovering himself. "I think my only chance of succeeding is in keeping away from you. Where is your father?"
"In the surgery, I think."
"I'm going in to speak to him." He left her a little abruptly and went to the front door where Mrs. Bussey admitted him with her old air of curiosity struggling with timid resentment21. Burton returned her look with keen interest. Had she been listening at the window?
"How do you do, Mrs. Bussey? And how's Ben? I'm coming up to see him in a minute. I have a little present from an old Indian who used to know him."
Mrs. Bussey relaxed into a smile, and hurried away, and Burton went on to the surgery to find the doctor.
"I don't dare say that my soul is my own in this house without first making sure that Mrs. Bussey won't overhear me and betray the damaging secret to my dearest enemy," he said, as he shook hands. "She is always at hand when I am indiscreet. I wanted to tell you privately22 and with the utmost secrecy23 that Henry is coming home this morning,--very soon. It is a part of a little scheme I am working out. He is really to be kept under the strictest surveillance. I wanted to explain this so that you would understand the presence of the stranger who will accompany him more or less inconspicuously, and not make any remarks in regard to him,--say in the hearing of Mrs. Bussey!"
"You are very mysterious."
"I am engaged in the services of a very mysterious family. The point is simply that Henry is to seem free, and yet is really to be under close guard, and that nobody is to say anything about anything, but simply lie low and wait! You understand?"
"I don't understand a thing."
"That will do just as well, provided you are content to remain in that state."
"Does Henry understand that he is to be watched?"
"Oh, of course." Burton glanced at his watch, and rose. But the doctor detained him.
"What about that basket? Did anything come of that?" he asked eagerly.
"I found the old squaw who made it."
"Well?"
"Well!"
"What of it?"
Burton shook his head. "I don't know--yet."
"You still think--?"
"I have postponed24 thinking till to-morrow. Now I must go up and see Ben for a minute; I told Mrs. Bussey I was coming up. I found that his father is not forgotten up there."
"You must come back and tell me all about it," insisted the doctor. "Stay for luncheon25 and entertain me. Do!"
Burton shook his head, standing26 impatiently with his hand on the door-knob. "Thanks, but I can't. I have a full afternoon before me. I am hatching a conspiracy27 of my own."
"And you won't take me into your confidence?"
"No! You look out for Henry. He's due to arrive any minute." He let himself out, glanced at his watch, and ran up the broad back stairs to Ben's room.
Mrs. Bussey opened the door to admit him with an air of embarrassment28 which he did not understand until he entered and found that Selby also was in the room. While Burton was surprised, he was glad it had so fallen out. It would save him the necessity of thinking up some excuse for an interview later.
"How are you, Bussey? Good day, Mr. Selby," he said, taking a chair without waiting for further invitation. The men returned his greeting rather ungraciously, and Burton guessed at once that he had interrupted something in the nature of a discussion which had left them at cross-purposes. Selby's face was twitching29 with nervous anger, and Ben looked as morose30 as a badgered animal.
"I have just been up to the Reservation for a few days, trying to find some Indian baskets," Burton went on, feeling his way conversationally31 into the murky32 atmosphere. "You see your collection inspired me, Mr. Selby. And I learn that important things have been happening in High Ridge 'while I was away." He smiled significantly at Selby, who scowled33 in embarrassment, and then escaped from personalities34 by his customary way of anger.
"At any rate, there haven't been any houses set afire lately."
"No, nor any hold-ups in the streets, nor any shots fired through people's windows," Burton said lightly. "All seems to have been beautifully quiet. But I hear that Henry goes free today."
"Goes free?" repeated Selby nervously35. "So I hear. Probably they came to the conclusion that they didn't have sufficient reason for holding him."
Selby jumped from his chair and fidgetted across the room. Ben watched him with the hint of a malicious36 smile chasing the shadows from his face. It was Mrs. Bussey who spoke15.
"Then like as not some one will be held up or some house will be set afire tonight."
"Oh, I hope not," said Burton, with a good show of concern. "That would make it look pretty black for Henry. But I hear that Watson didn't want to let him out just on that account. Henry and Watson are not very good friends, it seems."
"Watson knows the tricks that Henry was up to six years ago," said Mrs. Bussey.
"Well, I may be able to get Henry out of town by to-morrow," said Burton. "If he isn't in High Ridge, nobody can blame him if Watson's house burns after that. I guess it's safe to risk it for one night."
Ben had turned his head away indifferently. He still seemed to be brooding over something, and heedless of Burton's talk. But Selby turned abruptly from the window where he had been standing, and flared37 out at Burton.
"You seem to be meddling38 a good deal in matters that don't concern you. Did you tell Ben that I didn't pay him enough for his work?"
So that was what they had been quarrelling about! "I told him I thought I could get better prices for it," he said. "I think I can. Don't you consider it probable?"
"What business is it of yours?"
"None. I am simply meddling, as you correctly say."
"Then meddle39 and be damned to you. As for Ben's carving40, I'll never take another stick of it. You can look out for him after this." And he flung out of the room.
Mrs. Bussey began to whimper. "Now what'll we do? Selby was mean, but he did pay something. And there ain't anybody else that Ben can work for."
"Yes, there is," said Burton promptly. "I'll see that he has a chance to sell anything he does."
Mrs. Bussey sniffed41, but perhaps she did not mean to sniff42 cynically43. However, Burton felt that the tide of sympathy was setting against him, and he hastened to talk of more cheerful matters.
"I met an old friend of yours on the Reservation,--Washitonka, his name is. Remember him?"
"Yes," said Ben impassively.
"He sent you this red-stone pipe."
Ben took the pipe in his fingers and turned it over and over, with careless curiosity. "I can carve better than that," he said calmly, and laid it down.
"Yes, you carve very well. You have strong and skilful44 fingers. But I think Washitonka sent you the pipe in token of friendship rather than to show his skill. He says he taught you to carve pipes long ago. Is that so?"
"Maybe so. I have forgotten."
"He hasn't forgotten you. And I saw Ehimmeshunka, who made the big basket I bought of Pahrunta. She is old." Burton glanced again at his watch, and as he replaced it in his pocket he took out a little wooden box. "Here is something else I brought you," he said, crossing over to Ben. "It's a box of red pigment45. Did you ever try to color your carvings46? I have seen Indian carvings that were colored, and I thought you might like to experiment with something of that sort. It would make your work look more Indian. This is a powder, you see, but it dissolves readily in water, and it makes a fast color. It's some kind of earth, I suppose,--"
"Fire! Fire!"
The cry came so sharply and shrilly47 across the quiet that Burton started, spilling the powder. He hastily snapped the cover on the box and sprang to the door. A puff48 of smoke, acrid49 and yellow, rushed into the room from the hall.
"Your kitchen is afire, Mrs. Bussey," he exclaimed, and ran down the stairs. Mrs. Bussey followed in a clattering50 hurry. The kitchen door, opening into the back hall at the foot of the stairs, was wide open, and the smoke was rushing out in great volumes. Burton heroically dashed into the midst of things, and then in a minute he laughed reassuringly51.
"No great harm. It's only your dish towels, Mrs. Bussey."
The noise and the smoke had penetrated52 to the rest of the house, and almost at the same moment Leslie, Henry, and a stranger came rushing to the spot, followed by Mrs. Underwood and the doctor. Even in that moment of general confusion, Mrs. Underwood was calm enough to still the turmoil53 of the elements. Burton could not but admire her perfectly54 consistent poise55. Turning her still eyes upon Mrs. Bussey, who was exclaiming hysterically56 over the pile of smouldering towels, she dropped her cool words like snowflakes on the fire.
"What matter about a few towels, Mrs. Bussey? There are more important things in the world."
"Important, indeed! It's important enough that we might all have been burnt in our beds!"
"Not at midday, Mrs. Bussey," interposed the doctor. "We do many things in this house that we ought not to do and we leave undone57 many things that we ought to do, but we haven't yet achieved the distinction of staying in bed till twelve of the clock."
"How would we have got Ben down from that second floor where he lies like a log, if the house had gone?" cried Mrs. Bussey, with a sudden access of fury, as the thought struck her. Then she saw Henry Underwood leaning against the door-post, a sardonic58 smile on his white face. "You villain59, that's what you were trying to do," she screamed. "You were going to burn the house down to catch Ben!"
"If your dish towels weren't so dirty, they wouldn't catch fire all by themselves," he said insolently60.
"All by themselves!" the indignant woman exclaimed. "They were set fire to, and that any one can see. It's incenerary, that's what it is, and--"
"Come, scatter," said Leslie quickly. "Mrs. Bussey and I want to clean up this kitchen. You can discuss the philosophy of events elsewhere."
Henry laughed and turned on his heel. The strange man who had stood just behind him and had said nothing through it all, went out with him.
"I wish you'd come into the surgery, Burton," said the doctor. He had been staring steadily61 at the smouldering pile of towels, still smoking whitely on the floor where Burton had flung them. One might almost have guessed that he wished to avoid the eyes of the little group in the room.
"In a moment. I'll just run up and reassure62 Ben." And, suiting the action to the word, he ran up the stairs two steps at a time, and put his head in at the half-open door.
"A false alarm, Bussey," he said. "No danger. Just a lot of smoke from some towels in the kitchen. Were you frightened?"
"No," said Ben stolidly63.
"Here's your box of pigment that I carried off. I'll leave it on your table," said Burton, crossing the room. His voice shook in his throat when he spoke. He came back and stood by the couch for a moment, looking down curiously64 at Ben's impassive face.
"Suppose it had been a real fire, Ben! Wouldn't you have been frightened then? What would you have done?"
Ben's face twitched65 for a moment with a passing emotion.
"I guess that would have been Henry Underwood's affair," he said indifferently, and turned his face away.
"Henry is downstairs now."
But Ben made no answer to this, and Burton left him. He ran down the stairs and looked into the surgery, the door of which was standing open.
"Come inside," the doctor said, pulling him in and shutting the door behind him. "What am I to think of this?"
"Of what?"
"You know perfectly well. You are as white as--as I would be if I showed what I felt. Where was Henry when that fire started?"
"I don't know."
"He came into the house not ten minutes ago,--"
"Watson is a man of his word."
"--and went up to his room. Do you believe in evil spirits that carry out the secret wishes of men who are--criminally insane?"
"I should hate to say I didn't, because the idea offers so interesting a field for speculation66 that it strikes me it would be amusing to entertain it. But what suggests the question?"
The doctor looked at him with miserable67 eyes. "Who started that fire?" he asked, almost inaudibly.
Burton answered in the same undertone. "I did. But don't mention it. I'm afraid my reputation might suffer."
The doctor stared at him with such obvious dismay that Burton laughed aloud.
"By deputy, of course! I'm not crazy, Doctor, but I confess I am somewhat excited. I can't stop to explain further, because I have an engagement."
"Engagement be hanged. You are inventing that. Explain what you mean."
"If I hadn't an engagement, I should invent one, to get away from you. I don't want to talk to you. And I shall have a continuous engagement for the rest of the day. Good day to you."
"Pooh-pooh to you," responded the doctor, derisively68. But the miserable look had been taken from his face.
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