We looked up from contemplating1 the discovery he had made in the road, to see Miss Winslow waving to us. She had motored down from Tuxedo2 immediately after receiving the message over the telephone, and with her keen eye had picked out both the place of the accident and ourselves studying it.
As we approached, I could see that she was much more pale than usual. Evidently her anxiety for Warrington was thoroughly3 genuine. The slanderous4 letter had not shaken her faith in him, yet.
She had left her car and was walking back along the road with us toward the broken fence. Garrick had been talking to her earnestly and now, having introduced her to Dr. Mead5, the doctor and he decided6 to climb down to inspect the wrecked7 car itself in the ravine below.
Miss Winslow cast a quick look from the broken fence down at the torn and twisted wreckage8 of the car and gave a suppressed little cry and shudder9.
"How is Mortimer?" she asked of me eagerly, for I had agreed to stay with her while the others went down the slope. "I mean how is he really? Is he likely to be better soon, as Mr. Garrick said over the telephone?" she appealed.
"Surely—absolutely," I assured her, knowing that if Garrick had said that he had meant it. "Miss Winslow, believe me, neither Mr. Garrick nor Dr. Mead is concealing10 anything. It is pretty bad, of course. Such things are always bad. But it might be far worse. And besides, the worst now has passed."
Garrick had already promised to accompany her over to Dr. Mead's after he had made his examination of the wrecked car to confirm what the doctor had already observed. It took several minutes for them to satisfy themselves and meanwhile Violet Winslow, already highly unstrung by the news from Garrick, waited more and more nervously12.
In spite of his careful examination of the wrecked car, Garrick found practically nothing more than Dr. Mead had already told him. It was with considerable relief that Miss Winslow saw the two again climbing up the slope in the direction of the road.
A few minutes later we were on our way back, Dr. Mead and Garrick leading the way in the doctor's car, while I accompanied Miss Winslow in her own car.
She said little, and it was plain to see that she was consumed by anxiety. Now and then she would ask a question about the accident, and although I tried in every way to divert her mind to other subjects she unfailingly came back to that.
Tempering the details as much as I could I repeated for her just what had happened to the best of our knowledge.
"And you have no idea who it could have been?" she asked turning those liquid eyes of hers on my face.
If there were any secret about it, it was perhaps fortunate that I did not know. I don't think I am more than ordinarily susceptible13 and I know I did not delude14 myself that Miss Winslow ever could be anything except a friend to either Garrick or myself. But I felt I could not resist the appeal in those eyes. I wondered if even they, by some magic intuition, might not pierce the very soul of man and uncover a lying heart. I felt that Warrington could not have been other than he said he was and still have been hastening to meet those eyes.
"Miss Winslow," I answered, "I have no more idea than you have who it could be."
I was telling the truth and I felt that I could meet her gaze.
There must have been something about how I had phrased my answer that caused her to look at me more searchingly than before. Suddenly she turned her face away and gazed at the passing landscape from the car.
She said nothing, but as I continued to watch her finely moulded features, I saw that she was making an effort to control herself. It flashed over me, somehow, that perhaps, after all, she herself suspected someone. It was not that she said anything. It was merely an indefinable impression I received.
Had Warrington any enemies, not in the underworld, but among those of his own set, rivals, perhaps, who might even stoop to secure the aid of those of the underworld who could be bought to commit any crime in the calendar for a price? I did not pause to examine the plausibility15 or the impossibility of such a theory. What interested me was whether in her mind there was such a thought. Had she, perhaps, really more of an idea than I who it could be? She betrayed nothing of what her intuition told her, but I felt sure that, even though she knew nothing, there was at least something she feared.
At last we arrived at Dr. Mead's and I handed her out of the car and into the tastefully furnished little house. There was an air of quietness about it that often indefinably pervades16 a house in which there is illness or a tragedy.
"May I—see him?" pleaded Miss Winslow, as Dr. Mead placed a chair for her.
I wondered what he would have done if there had been some good reason why he should resist the pleading of her deep eyes.
"Why—er—for a minute—yes," he answered. "Later, soon, he may see visitors longer, but just now I think for a few hours the less he is disturbed the better."
The doctor excused himself for a moment to look at his patient and prepare him for the visit. Meanwhile Miss Winslow waited in the reception room downstairs, still very pale and nervous.
Warrington was in much less pain now than he had been when we left and Dr. Mead decided that, since the nurse had made him so much more comfortable, no further drug was necessary. In fact as his natural vitality17 due to his athletic18 habits and clean living asserted itself, it seemed as if his injuries which at first had looked so serious were not likely to prove as bad as the doctor had anticipated.
Still, he was badly enough as it was. The new nurse smoothed out his pillows and deftly19 tried to conceal11 as much as she could that would suggest how badly he was injured and at last Violet Winslow was allowed to enter the room where the poor boy lay.
Miss Winslow never for a moment let her wonderful self-control fail her. Quickly and noiselessly, like a ministering angel, she seemed to float rather than walk over the space from the door to the bed.
As she bent20 over him and whispered, "Mortimer!" the simple tone seemed to have an almost magic effect on him.
He opened his eyes which before had been languidly closed and gazed up at her face as if he saw a vision. Slowly the expression on his face changed as he realized that it was indeed Violet herself. In spite of the pain of his hurts which must have been intense a smile played over his features, as if he realized that it would never do to let her know how serious had been his condition.
As she bent over her hand had rested on the white covers of the bed. Feebly, in spite of the bandages that swathed the arm nearest her, he put out his own brawny21 hand and rested it on hers. She did not withdraw it, but passed the other hand gently over his throbbing22 forehead. Never have I seen a greater transformation23 in an invalid24 than was evident in Mortimer Warrington. No tonic25 in all the pharmacopoeia of Dr. Mead could have worked a more wonderful change.
Not a word was said by either Warrington or Violet for several seconds. They seemed content just to gaze into each other's faces, oblivious26 to us.
Warrington was the first to break the silence, in answer to what he knew must be her unspoken question.
"Your aunt—gambling27," he murmured feebly, trying hard to connect his words so as to appear not so badly off as he had when he had spoken before. "I didn't know—till they told me—that the estate owned it—was coming to tell you—going to cancel the lease—close it up—no one ever lose money there again—"
The words, jerky though they were, cost him a great physical effort to say. She seemed to realize it, but there was a look of triumph on her face as she understood.
She had not been mistaken. Warrington was all that she had thought him to be.
He was looking eagerly into her face and as he looked he read in it the answer to the questionings that had sent him off in the early hours of the morning on his fateful ride to Tuxedo.
Dr. Mead cleared his throat. Miss Winslow recognised it as a signal that the time was growing short for the interview.
Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand from his, their eyes met another instant, and with a hasty word of sympathy and encouragement she left the room, conscious now that other eyes were watching.
"Oh, to think it was to tell me that that he got into it all," she cried, as she sank into a deep chair in the reception room, endeavouring not to give way to her feelings, now that the strain was off and she had no longer to keep a brave face. "I—I feel guilty!"
"I wouldn't say that," soothed28 Garrick. "Who knows? Perhaps if he had stayed in the city—they might have succeeded,—whoever it was back of this thing."
She looked up at Garrick, startled, I thought, with the same expression I had seen when she turned her face away in the car and I got the impression that she felt more than she knew of the case.
"I may—see—Mr. Warrington again soon?" she asked, now again mistress of her feelings after Garrick's interruption that had served to take her mind off a morbid29 aspect of the affair.
"Surely," agreed Dr. Mead. "I expect his progress to be rapid after this."
"Thank you," she murmured, as she slowly rose and prepared to make the return trip to her aunt's home.
"Oh, Mr. Garrick," she confided30, as he helped her on with the wraps she had thrown carelessly on a chair when she entered, "I can't help it—I do feel guilty. Perhaps he thinks I am—like Aunt Emma—-"
"Perhaps it was quite as much to convince your aunt as you that he took the trip," suggested Garrick.
Miss Winslow understood. "Why is it," she murmured, "that sometimes people with the best intentions manage to bring about things that are—more terrible?"
Garrick smiled. Quite evidently she and her aunt were not exactly in tune31. He said nothing.
As for Dr. Mead he seemed really pleased, for the patient had brightened up considerably32 after even the momentary33 glimpse he had had of Violet. Altogether I felt that although they had seen each other only for a moment, it had done both good. Miss Winslow's fears had been quieted and Warrington had been encouraged by the realisation that, in spite of its disastrous34 ending, his journey had accomplished35 its purpose anyway.
There was, as Dr. Mead assured us, every prospect36 now that Warrington would pull through after the murderous assault that had been made on him.
We saw Miss Winslow safely off on her return trip, much relieved by the promise of the doctor that she might call once a day to see how the patient was getting along.
Warrington was now resting more easily than he had since the accident and Garrick, having exhausted37 the possibilities of investigation38 at the scene of the accident, announced that he would return to the city.
At the railroad terminus he called up both the apartment and the office in order to find out whether we had had any visitors during our absence. No one had called at the apartment, but the office boy downtown said that there was a man who had called and was coming back again.
A half hour or so later when we arrived at the office we found McBirney seated there, patiently determined39 to find Garrick.
Evidently the news of the assault on Warrington had travelled fast, for the first thing McBirney wanted to know was how it happened and how his client was. In a few words Garrick told him as much about it as was necessary. McBirney listened attentively40, but we could see that he was bursting with his own budget of news.
"And, McBirney," concluded Garrick, without going into the question of the marks of the tires, "most remarkable41 of all, I am convinced that the car in which his assailant rode was no other than the Mercedes that was stolen from Warrington in the first place."
"Say," exclaimed McBirney in surprise, "that car must be all over at once!"
"Why—what do you mean?"
"You know I have my own underground sources of information," explained the detective with pardonable pride at adding even a rumour42 to the budget of news. "Of course you can't be certain of such things, but one of my men, who is scouting43 around the Tenderloin looking for what he can find, tells me that he saw a car near that gambling joint44 on Forty-eighth Street and that it may have been the repainted and renumbered Warrington car—at least it tallies45 with the description that we got from the garage keeper in north Jersey46.
"Did he see who drove it?" asked Garrick eagerly.
"Not very well. It was a short, undersized man, as nearly as he could make out. Someone whom he did not recognize jumped in it from the gambling house and they disappeared. Even though my man, his suspicions aroused, tried to follow them in a taxicab they managed to leave him behind."
"In what direction did they go?" asked Garrick.
"Toward the West Side—where those fly-by-night garages are all located."
"Or, perhaps, the Jersey ferries," suggested Garrick.
"Well, I thought you might like to know about this undersized driver," said McBirney a little sulkily because Garrick had not displayed as much enthusiasm as he expected.
"I do," hastened Garrick. "Of course I do. And it may prove to be a very important clew. But I was just running ahead of your story. The undersized man couldn't have figured in the case afterward47, assuming that it was the car. He must have left it, probably in the city. Have you any idea who it could be?"
"Not unless he might be an employee or a keeper of one of those night-hawk garages," persisted McBirney. "That is possible."
"Quite," agreed Garrick.
McBirney had delivered his own news and in turn had received ours, or at least such of it as Garrick chose to tell at present. He was apparently48 satisfied and rose to go.
"Keep after that undersized fellow, will you?" asked Garrick. "If you could find out who he is and he should happen to be connected with one of those garages we might get on the right trail at last."
"I will," promised McBirney. "He's evidently an expert driver of motor cars himself; my man could see that."
McBirney had gone. Garrick sat for several minutes gazing squarely at me. Then he leaned back in his chair, with his hands behind his head.
"Mark my words, Marshall," he observed slowly, "someone connected with that gambling joint in some way has got wind of the fact that Warrington is going to revoke49 the lease and close it up. We've got to beat them to it—that's all."
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