"It was kind of you to come so promptly6 at a stranger's request," she said gently. "Miss Elliott told me of your visit this afternoon, and I wanted to thank you for respecting my wish to remain unknown to the general public. I wonder how you came to know?"
"It was mostly an accident," Lyon murmured. "I come across a good deal of incidental information, you know."
"You newspaper men are so clever," she said, and Lyon wondered whether his imagination was playing him tricks or whether there really was something like fear lurking7 in her eyes. Certainly her hands were fluttering with nervousness, and her breath came and went in hurried gasps8 that meant either extreme weakness or emotion. With an obvious effort that awoke his admiration9, she pulled herself together and went on in a stronger voice.
"That was not the reason I had for wishing to see you, however. I wanted to ask you some questions that you, as a newspaper man, could answer better than anyone else; and since you already knew of my presence here, I could speak to you without spreading that insignificant10 bit of information any further than it has gone already."
"I shall be very happy if I can be of any service," Lyon answered, with more sincerity11 than usually goes into the polite phrase. He felt, really, that nothing earth could offer would rejoice him more, just then, than to have her ask questions, for nothing would more certainly reveal where her own interests and anxieties lay. But she seemed to find it difficult to begin, for a long pause followed,--a pause which he would not break, and which apparently12 she could not. At last she said, with an abruptness13 that made her voice tense,
"I was very much shocked by that tragedy Monday."
Lyon nodded, and kept his eyes lowered to remind her of his presence as little as possible. But, he wondered, why did she say Monday? If her knowledge of it came through the papers, the shock could not have reached her until Tuesday. And how else could she have known, unless--
"You see, I used to know--Mr. Lawrence," she said.
(Had she meant to say Mr. Fullerton, Lyon wondered, and veered14 from the name? Since Fullerton had been her lawyer, she certainly had known him, also.)
"That is why," she continued, "I am anxious to learn anything that you can tell me,--anything more significant than the reports in the public prints, I mean."
"There isn't much known. That is the difficulty of the situation. If you read the account of the inquest, you saw that Mr. Lawrence was merely held on suspicion, because the police had not been able to find any one else to hold. Of course it does not follow that they will not discover some other clue."
She listened with tense interest. "The law is terrible," she said with an involuntary shudder15. "You never know what it is going to do. It is like a wild beast, waiting to spring. It terrifies me to think of Mr. Lawrence being actually in jail, but--they will have to let him go, won't they? He can't really be in any serious danger?"
"The circumstances were sufficient to warrant his arrest. Unless he can clear himself, or unless the real murderer is discovered, his situation is certainly serious."
"I can't bear to think of it!" she cried nervously16, pressing an embroidered17 handkerchief hard against her trembling lips. "Why, Arthur Lawrence always was the very soul of honor. It's horrible to have him involved,--"
"Yes, it is," said Lyon simply.
"Has he a good attorney? If it's a question of getting the very best lawyer in the country to defend him, would it be possible for me--Oh, I have heaps of money, you know, and if it could possibly do anything for an old friend--"
"Did you wish me to make that suggestion to Mr. Lawrence?" Lyon asked.
"I don't know," she said helplessly. "I think I wanted your advice. If Mr. Lawrence is sure to be cleared anyhow,--" she hesitated irresolutely18. "Perhaps I would better wait awhile and see how things go," she concluded, as Lyon gave her no help.
"I think the help that Lawrence stands in need of," said Lyon, deliberately19, "is not money, but information that will clear up the case."
She started up nervously. "But I couldn't give that. I haven't any information. You didn't think--"
"I was only supposing a case."
"I should like to do something, but I don't know how I can. He has done much for me, without counting the cost to himself. I have reason to be grateful to Mr. Lawrence. Will you remember that, and if anything suggests itself to you that would give me an opportunity to do anything for him, will you let me know?"
"Is It your intention to stay here for some time, then?" Lyon said.
She looked helpless and undecided. "I--don't know. I didn't mean to, but I don't feel very strong. I think I may stay for a week longer. I need rest. I have had some distressing20 news. It has unnerved me."
"This is a restful place," Lyon said sympathetically. "It was fortunate that Miss Elliott's school was closed this week. You have been as quiet and undisturbed here as though you had been quartered in a rest-cure sanitarium, haven't you?" He had put the rather too personal question with intention, meaning to see how she would take it, but he was not prepared for its effect upon her. She looked at him with startled nervousness and laughed,--and then continued to laugh and laugh as though he had made an irresistible21 joke. Lyon waited for her to recover her poise22, and it was not until her wild laughter changed suddenly to wilder sobs23 that he realized she was in the grip of nervous hysteria. He hastily rang the bell and then went out into the hall himself to meet the slow-answering maid and send her whirling back to bring Miss Elliott.
"Shall I telephone for Dr. Barry?" he whispered, when Miss Elliott had come and taken the still sobbing24 woman in her arms.
"Yes, do, for goodness' sake. What in the world started her?" Miss Elliott answered, distractedly. The situation was so alien to her rule-regulated life that she looked bewildered by it.
Lyon neglected the second part of her speech to attend to the first. He found the telephone in the hall, and got Barry.
"Hello, Dr. Barry. This is a message from Miss Elliott. She wants you to come at once to see Mrs. Broughton."
"That you, Lyon?"
"Yes."
"What's the matter with Mrs. Broughton?"
"She's crying and laughing together in a way to make your blood run cold. For heaven's sake, hurry along."
"If you have been upsetting that woman, I won't answer for the consequences," exclaimed Barry, with indignant emphasis.
"Then get over here as quick as you can and take it out of me afterwards," retorted Lyon, hanging up the receiver. He went back to Mrs. Broughton's door. The sobbing had ceased, and after waiting a moment Lyon caught one of the excited servants and sent her in to Miss Elliott with an inquiry25 and an offer of service. She answered that there was nothing more he could do, so he quietly let himself out of the house.
He had gone several blocks from the school when he became aware of the fact that a man on the opposite side of the street seemed to be keeping an eye on his movements. Was he himself an object of interest to someone connected with the case? He was conscious now that he had seen the man across the street without heeding26 him when he stepped out from the house, and he recalled the fact that he had fairly stumbled into the arms of a man in that same neighborhood when he came out in the afternoon. Possibly the man perceived himself observed, for he quickened his pace. But at the end of the block he crossed the street and came back on Lyon's side. Lyon looked sharply at him as they passed each other, but the man's face was indistinguishable in the shadow. It was only after he had passed on that Lyon remembered that the light from the street lamp must have fallen full upon his own face. Well, he had no reason to mind being identified.
When Lyon reached his rooms he proceeded to put into effect an ingenious little scheme that had occurred to him. He studied Miss Elliott's catalogue till he found the name of a pupil from a town where he had some personal acquaintance. He then wrote an appealing letter to an influential27 woman whom he knew there, telling her of his lonely state as a stranger in a strange city, and begging that if she knew a Miss Kitty Tayntor of her own town who was attending Miss Elliott's school in Waynscott, she send him forthwith a letter of introduction.
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