The next afternoon she began work on an interview with Henry Addison that was destined1 never to be finished. It was in the private room that was accorded her at the “Courier-Journal” office that the thing happened. She had paused in her writing to glance at a headline in the afternoon paper announcing that Glendon was matched with Tom Cannam, when [119]one of the door-boys brought in a card. It was Glendon’s.
“Tell him I can’t be seen,” she told the boy.
In a minute he was back.
“He says he’s coming in anyway, but he’d rather have your permission.”
“Did you tell him I was busy?” she asked.
“Yes’m, but he said he was coming just the same.”
She made no answer, and the boy, his eyes shining with admiration2 for the importunate3 visitor, rattled4 on.
“I know’m. He’s a awful big guy. If he started roughhousing he could clean the whole office out. He’s young Glendon, who won the fight last night.”
“Very well, then. Bring him in. We don’t want the office cleaned out, you know.”
No greetings were exchanged when [120]Glendon entered. She was as cold and inhospitable as a gray day, and neither invited him to a chair nor recognized him with her eyes, sitting half turned away from him at her desk and waiting for him to state his business. He gave no sign of how this cavalier treatment affected5 him, but plunged6 directly into his subject.
“I want to talk to you,” he said shortly. “That fight. It did end in that round.”
She shrugged7 her shoulders.
“I knew it would.”
“You didn’t,” he retorted. “You didn’t. I didn’t.”
She turned and looked at him with quiet affectation of boredom8.
“What is the use?” she asked. “Prize-fighting is prize-fighting, and we all know what it means. The fight did end in the round I told you it would.”
“It did,” he agreed. “But you didn’t [121]know it would. In all the world you and I were at least two that knew Powers wouldn’t be knocked out in the sixteenth.”
She remained silent.
“I say you knew he wouldn’t.” He spoke9 peremptorily10, and, when she still declined to speak, stepped nearer to her. “Answer me,” he commanded.
She nodded her head.
“But he was,” she insisted.
“He wasn’t. He wasn’t knocked out at all. Do you get that? I am going to tell you about it, and you are going to listen. I didn’t lie to you. Do you get that? I didn’t lie to you. I was a fool, and they fooled me, and you along with me. You thought you saw him knocked out. Yet the blow I struck was not heavy enough. It didn’t hit him in the right place either. He made believe it did. He faked that knockout.” [122]
He paused and looked at her expectantly. And somehow, with a leap and thrill, she knew that she believed him, and she felt pervaded11 by a warm happiness at the reinstatement of this man who meant nothing to her and whom she had seen but twice in her life.
“Well?” he demanded, and she thrilled anew at the compellingness of him.
She stood up, and her hand went out to his.
“I believe you,” she said. “And I am glad, most glad.”
It was a longer grip than she had anticipated. He looked at her with eyes that burned and to which her own unconsciously answered back. Never was there such a man, was her thought. Her eyes dropped first, and his followed, so that, as before, both gazed at the clasped hands. He made a movement of his whole body toward her, impulsive12 and involuntary, as [123]if to gather her to him, then checked himself abruptly13, with an unmistakable effort. She saw it, and felt the pull of his hand as it started to draw her to him. And to her amazement14 she felt the desire to yield, the desire almost overwhelmingly to be drawn15 into the strong circle of those arms. And had he compelled, she knew that she would not have refrained. She was almost dizzy, when he checked himself and with a closing of his fingers that half crushed hers, dropped her hand, almost flung it from him.
“God!” he breathed. “You were made for me.”
He turned partly away from her, sweeping16 his hand to his forehead. She knew she would hate him forever if he dared one stammered17 word of apology or explanation. But he seemed to have the way always of doing the right thing where she was concerned. She sank into [124]her chair, and he into another, first drawing it around so as to face her across the corner of the desk.
“I spent last night in a Turkish bath,” he said. “I sent for an old broken-down bruiser. He was a friend of my father in the old days. I knew there couldn’t be a thing about the ring he didn’t know, and I made him talk. The funny thing was that it was all I could do to convince him that I didn’t know the things I asked him about. He called me the babe in the woods. I guess he was right. I was raised in the woods, and woods is about all I know.
“Well, I received an education from that old man last night. The ring is rottener than you told me. It seems everybody connected with it is crooked18. The very supervisors19 that grant the fight permits graft20 off of the promoters; and the promoters, managers, and fighters graft [125]off of each other and off the public. It’s down to a system, in one way, and on the other hand they’re always—do you know what the double cross is?” (She nodded.) “Well, they don’t seem to miss a chance to give each other the double cross.
“The stuff that old man told me took my breath away. And here I’ve been in the thick of it for several years and knew nothing of it. I was a real babe in the woods. And yet I can see how I’ve been fooled. I was so made that nobody could stop me. I was bound to win, and, thanks to Stubener, everything crooked was kept away from me. This morning I cornered Spider Walsh and made him talk. He was my first trainer, you know, and he followed Stubener’s instructions. They kept me in ignorance. Besides, I didn’t herd21 with the sporting crowd. I spent my time hunting and fishing and [126]monkeying with cameras and such things. Do you know what Walsh and Stubener called me between themselves?—the Virgin22. I only learned it this morning from Walsh, and it was like pulling teeth. And they were right. I was a little innocent lamb.
“And Stubener was using me for crookedness23, too, only I didn’t know it. I can look back now and see how it was worked. But you see, I wasn’t interested enough in the game to be suspicious. I was born with a good body and a cool head, I was raised in the open, and I was taught by my father, who knew more about fighting than any man living or dead. It was too easy. The ring didn’t absorb me. There was never any doubt of the outcome. But I’m done with it now.”
She pointed24 to the headline announcing his match with Tom Cannam. [127]
“That’s Stubener’s work,” he explained. “It was programmed months ago. But I don’t care. I’m heading for the mountains. I’ve quit.”
She glanced at the unfinished interview on the desk and sighed.
“How lordly men are,” she said. “Masters of destiny. They do as they please—”
“From what I’ve heard,” he interrupted, “you’ve done pretty much as you please. It’s one of the things I like about you. And what has struck me hard from the first was the way you and I understand each other.”
He broke off and looked at her with burning eyes.
“Well, the ring did one thing for me,” he went on. “It made me acquainted with you. And when you find the one woman, there’s just one thing to do. Take her in your two hands and don’t [128]let go. Come on, let us start for the mountains.”
It had come with the suddenness of a thunder-clap, and yet she felt that she had been expecting it. Her heart was beating up and almost choking her in a strangely delicious way. Here at least was the primitive25 and the simple with a vengeance26. Then, too, it seemed a dream. Such things did not take place in modern newspaper offices. Love could not be made in such fashion; it only so occurred on the stage and in novels.
He had arisen, and was holding out both hands to her.
“I don’t dare,” she said in a whisper, half to herself. “I don’t dare.”
And thereat she was stung by the quick contempt that flashed in his eyes but that swiftly changed to open incredulity.
“You’d dare anything you wanted,” [129]he was saying. “I know that. It’s not a case of dare, but of want. Do you want?”
She had arisen, and was now swaying as if in a dream. It flashed into her mind to wonder if it were hypnotism. She wanted to glance about her at the familiar objects of the room in order to identify herself with reality, but she could not take her eyes from his. Nor did she speak.
He had stepped beside her. His hand was on her arm, and she leaned toward him involuntarily. It was all part of the dream, and it was no longer hers to question anything. It was the great dare. He was right. She could dare what she wanted, and she did want. He was helping27 her into her jacket. She was thrusting the hat-pins through her hair. And even as she realized it, she found herself walking beside him through the opened [130]door. The “Flight of the Duchess” and “The Statue and the Bust,” darted28 through her mind. Then she remembered “Waring.”
“?‘What’s become of Waring?’?” she murmured.
“?‘Land travel or sea-faring?’?” he murmured back.
And to her this kindred sufficient note was a vindication29 of her madness.
At the entrance of the building he raised his hand to call a taxi, but was stopped by her touch on his arm.
“Where are we going?” she breathed.
“To the Ferry. We’ve just time to catch that Sacramento train.”
“But I can’t go this way,” she protested. “I … I haven’t even a change of handkerchiefs.”
He held up his hand again before replying.
“You can shop in Sacramento. We’ll [131]get married there and catch the night overland north. I’ll arrange everything by telegraph from the train.”
As the cab drew to the curb30, she looked quickly about her at the familiar street and the familiar throng31, then, with almost a flurry of alarm, into Glendon’s face.
“I don’t know a thing about you,” she said.
“We know everything about each other,” was his answer.
She felt the support and urge of his arms, and lifted her foot to the step. The next moment the door had closed, he was beside her, and the cab was heading down Market Street. He passed his arm around her, drew her close, and kissed her. When next she glimpsed his face she was certain that it was dyed with a faint blush.
“I … I’ve heard there was an [132]art in kissing,” he stammered. “I don’t know anything about it myself, but I’ll learn. You see, you’re the first woman I ever kissed.”
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