"What's the matter?" she asked sharply.
"Look! Look!" he said, pointing to the paper.
With her own swift, swimming motion she moved behind him, and looked down over his shoulder. She read staring headlines:
WEALTHY NEW YORK STOCKBROKER3 FOUND MURDERED
She was freshly annoyed by what seemed to be such ridiculous excitement. "What's that got to do with you?" she demanded.
"Read! Read!" he said hoarsely4.
She impatiently read what was under the headlines:
"Collis Dongan of the old New York family, wealthy clubman and member of the Stock Exchange, was found dead in his apartment last night. Mr. Dongan, a widower6 without children resided at the exclusive Hotel Warrington. The body was found by his valet George Canfield who had been away on a vacation granted him by his master over the holiday. The revolver with which the deed was done was found lying near, and at first it was supposed to be a case of suicide. But Doctor Raymond Morsell the hotel physician who was quickly summoned by the frightened servant, instantly pronounced that the wound could not have been self-inflicted. The bullet had entered the base of the skull7. The body was found lying in Mr. Dongan's living-room. It was fully8 clothed. There were no signs of any struggle. Every indication pointed9 to the fact that he had been shot down from behind without warning. Apparently10 he had been dead three days. His blood was matted and dried in the rug on which he lay."
Pen looked up in disgust. "What do you want me to read this horrible stuff for?" she asked. "It's like all the other cases."
"Read on!" said her father.
"After having summoned the doctor, the valet's next thought was to notify the dead man's partner Donald Counsell who occupied an apartment on the same floor in another part of the hotel...."
Pen read this name without any sensation beyond a sudden quickening of interest. She needed no further urging to read on.
"... but Counsell was not found in the hotel. Developments followed fast after that. The valet, Canfield, remembered that when he left his master on Friday night Counsell was with him, and the two men were quarrelling, apparently over business matters. He heard Counsell, who is a young man, violently abusing his senior. Dongan was not seen alive after that. Various persons living in the hotel testified to having heard a muffled11 sound which might have been a shot at 11.15 Friday night. At 11.20 the night clerk saw Counsell leaving the hotel, clearly in a state of agitation12.
"The dead man's brother, Richard H. Dongan, vice-president of the Barrow Trust Company, was notified, and at his suggestion a hasty search of the books of Dongan and Counsell was conducted for the purpose of establishing a possible motive13 for the crime. The firm was found to be heavily involved owing to certain speculations14 of the junior partner on the exchange. By the break in union Central last week Counsell stood to lose seventy-five thousand dollars, which apparently he had no means of raising. It is supposed that he appealed to his partner for help, and upon being indignantly refused, shot the elder man. The case against Counsell was made complete when Thomas Dittmars, bookkeeper to Dongan and Counsell, reluctantly identified the revolver as one belonging to Counsell, and pointed out Counsell's initials scratched on the butt15. The bookkeeper knew the weapon because more than once it had been loaned to him when he had a large amount of Liberty bonds to deliver for the firm. Dittmars knew nothing of the transactions in union Central because they were entered in the firm's private ledger16 to which only the partners had access. No trace of Counsell has been discovered since he left the hotel."
Thus far the summary of facts which heads all newspaper stories. Several columns of comment and hypothesis followed:
"On the face of it it is one of the most dastardly crimes in recent years. Dongan befriended the young man upon his graduation from college and admitted him to a partnership17 in his business only to be swindled and finally to be shot down by his protégé."
Pen for the moment disregarded what followed. She had to stop and think, she would have said, but as a matter of fact she was incapable18 of thinking. She was conscious only of a dull horror that numbed19 her faculties20. She had not yet taken it in. Outwardly she was quite composed. With the palm of her hand she thoughtfully polished a dull spot on the velvety21 surface of the table.
Pendleton fairly babbled22 in his excitement. "When I first read the story he was in the drawing-room with you. I didn't know what to do! I didn't know what to do!"
Pen was sharply recalled to the necessity for action. "Well, what are you going to do?" she asked quietly.
"My duty," said the little man swelling23 a little.
"Inform against him?"
"Inform? What a word to use!" said Pendleton with asperity24. "I mean to give him up to justice as he richly deserves."
"But he didn't do it," said Pen with an odd, detached air. The words came out of her involuntarily.
Pendleton stared. "How do you know?"
"By instinct," she said simply.
"Fiddlesticks!" said Pendleton. "You read the paper, didn't you?"
Pen merely smiled the smile that women use when they decline to argue with a man. It is very exasperating25 to a man.
"You have seen the man once and exchanged a few pleasantries with him!" he cried. "Do you presume to decide from that whether or not he is capable of murder?"
"I suppose he could shoot a man—with sufficient provocation," she said coolly. "Any man could I suppose ... But not like that. Not in the back!"
Pendleton flung up his hands. "Isn't that like a woman! Just because he has fine eyes I suppose, and a taking smile!"
It never reached Pen who was busy with her own thoughts. She knew in her heart without reason, without arguments that the charge was false, but she was searching for reasons that would convince a man. Her instinct led her unerringly to the weak spots of the case against Counsell.
"Why should he leave his pistol behind to convict him?" she asked. "Why should he introduce himself to us under his right name?"
Pendleton waved this impatiently aside. "Oh, they always make some slips. That's how they're caught. From the first I felt there was something funny about him."
"It was you who first asked him to stay," said Pen indignantly.
"Yes. But I didn't expect the house to be turned upside down to entertain him," he retorted. "Something funny about him, skulking26 down the Bay like that. You remember how he said he preferred to be alone."
"There's nothing criminal in that!"
"I don't know. Very strange he should slink out of the house without saying good-night to me. Perhaps he saw me reading the paper."
Pen all but wrung27 her hands. This was men's boasted logic28. How could an intelligent person cope with it?
The little man got up with an important air.
"Don't act in haste, Dad," Pen pleaded earnestly. "Something tells me you will regret it. At least sleep on it!"
"He will be gone in the morning," Pendleton said. A look of dismay appeared in his face. "Good Heavens! If he suspects anything he will push off at once!"
"Would you be sorry?" Pen asked astonished.
Pendleton was momentarily disconcerted. "Well no ... of course not. But I must do my duty just the same ... This is an important case. I must act with prudence29. The eyes of the world will be upon us now."
"Oh, the newspapers!" cried Pen. "They poison our lives!"
Pendleton was already at the door of the room. "Are you going to take him single-handed?" queried30 Pen.
He hesitated, puffing31 a little bit to conceal32 his discomposure. "The negroes..." he hazarded.
"Ellick and Theodo'!" said Pen with curling lip.
Pendleton rubbed his bald crown. "You're right," he said. "Worse than useless. I'll go to the lighthouse for Weems Locket and his assistant."
"You'll have to pass the tent on the beach."
"I'll row around in my skiff," said Pendleton craftily33.
"With muffled oars5?" she asked scornfully.
"Why yes," he said innocently. He was impervious34 to her scorn.
"Dad, you must listen to me!" she cried.
"This is man's work," he said, swelling up. "You must leave it to me."
A sick horror overcame her, that men were so insensible to the truth. What could one do with them? It was evident from the whole tone of the story she had read that men had already made up their minds as to Counsell's guilt35. Let one of them raise the cry and all were ready to give tongue as thoughtlessly as a pack of hounds. It was not the desire for justice that moved them but a sort of blood lust36. They would try him with all their solemn farcical forms of justice, but none the less he would be railroaded to a shameful37 death!
"Dad! You mustn't. You don't know what you're doing!" she murmured, swaying.
He stared his displeasure. "Pendleton, is it possible that you ... that this young man..."
She contrived38 some sort of a laugh. "What nonsense!"
He turned out of the door saying: "I must act at once."
Pen gasped40: "Dad!" and keeled over on a chair. The swoon was perfectly41 genuine, but she lost consciousness only for the space of a breath, and thereafter her wits worked with the swiftness of desperation. He was deaf to truth, to reason, to sense, very well then, she must use a woman's weapons against him. It was Pendleton's transports of distress42 that gave her her cue.
"Penny, Penny, my child!" he was crying wildly.
Pen's mother had died a young woman of a heart attack, and the fear that Pen might have inherited her weakness was ever present in the good, absurd little man's breast. It was Pen's final weapon. Be it said to her credit she had never used it before. She put her hand to her breast without speaking.
"Oh, my child! Look at me! Speak to me!" he implored43.
"Help me to my room!" she whispered.
He made a manful attempt to pick her up in his arms, but she was as big as he. He could not lift her.
"What shall I do!" he wailed45, wringing46 his hands.
"I can walk," she said. "If you will help me."
"But the stairs!"
"Let me lie down in the drawing-room until I feel better."
He helped her across the hall and Pen sank down on the old linen-covered sofa with the broken springs. She was still pressing her hand to her breast in that mute gesture that drove him to distraction47. In truth she was pale enough, but it was not from heart disease.
He made her as comfortable as he could; he brought her a glass of water. He scampered48 back into the hall to call up the doctor. After agitated49 appeals to other subscribers to get off the line he finally got Doctor Hance on Absolom's Island. But evidently the doctor declined to make the long drive around the head of the creeks50 and down the impassable Neck road. Pendleton must come for him in his boat he said. In vain the distracted father pleaded that he could not leave his child; the doctor was firm.
Finally Pendleton said: "Very well, I'll come at once. Wait for me on the steamboat dock."
Pen's breast became easier. This plan suited her very well.
Crying that he was going to get Aunt Maria Garner51, he ran out of the house. The negro cabin was some three hundred yards behind the big house.
Pen used the interim52 to get her thoughts in some kind of order. She began to be conscious of a sort of exaltation. Her thoughts ran: "He's in trouble! I shall not lose him now! ... Every man's hand is raised against him. He has no one but me to depend on. He's mine!" There was a terrible joy in the thought of standing53 side by side with him against the whole world. Her breast burned with a fire of resolution. She even had a fleeting54 regret that he was not guilty; if he had been it would have required her to give so much more. "I love him! I love him!" she said to herself now without shame.
Pendleton returned with Aunt Maria. Pen was aware of Ellick's and Theodo's black faces peering in at the windows. This interfered55 with her plans.
"Send them away," she murmured. "There is nothing they can do."
Aunt Maria went out on the porch and shooed her sons home.
Coming back the big negress picked Pen up without more ado and carried her up the stairs. Aunt Maria had been the first person in the world to receive Pen into her arms, and appeared to be unconscious of any increase in her darling's weight. Pendleton fluttered about her like a hen crying at every step:
"Be careful! Oh, be careful!"
Aunt Maria laid Pen down on her bed.
In the midst of his passionate56 solicitude57, a queer little suspicion flickered58 up in Pendleton's eyes. "While I am gone for the doctor don't let her exert herself in the slightest," he commanded.
Aunt Maria reassured59 him and he hastened out of the house.
The instant the front door closed behind him Pen sat up in bed, and felt of her hair. Aunt Maria took it as a matter of course. Unlettered though she might be, she had a fully-developed set of instincts; she knew that all sorts of expedients60 were required to manage those unreasonable61 creatures, men, and she awaited the explanation with an air of being surprised at nothing and ready for anything.
"I've got to go out," said Pen, exchanging her evening slippers62 for a pair of rubber-soled sneakers.
Aunt Maria looked rather dubious63.
Pen saw that she would win her more securely by appealing to her sense of romance. She began: "That young man who had lunch and dinner with us..."
Aunt Maria's broad face softened64 and her eyes rolled zestfully65.
"There is a story in the paper accusing him of murder!"
It was not what Aunt Maria expected. Her chin dropped, and her eyes almost started from her head. "Bless God!" she murmured.
"Father means to give him up. So I'm going down to warn him."
In Aunt Maria fear overcame romance. "Honey ... honey!" she stammered66. "Doan yo' go down there! Doan yo' take no chances! If he's a bad man he'll hurt yo'!"
"A bad man!" cried Pen with shining eyes. "Aunt Maria where were your eyes!"
The old negress was awed67 by that light in her child's eyes. "Well ... well..." she murmured, "he sho was a pretty young man!"
Seizing a sweater to cover her bare arms and neck, Pen ran out of the room and down the stairs. Aunt Maria sat down muttering and shaking her head.
Softly closing the big door behind her, Pen sped over the weedy drive. The main gate to the grounds was in the side fence near the edge of the bank. Half of it hung askew68 on one hinge and the other half lay rotting on the earth. Outside the gate there was a grassy69 road which made a right-angled turn there. In one direction it ran back between the fields and on up the Neck; in the other it went straight ahead along the edge of the bank and presently descended70 to the old steamboat wharf71 on the property. So swift had Pen been that her father was still in sight, his lantern jogging agitatedly72 down the road in front of her. He always carried a lantern irrespective of the moon. She slackened her pace.
The road ran gently down a natural fault in the high bank. The earth was powdered with silver dust; a mocking-bird sang its casual and thrilling song nearby, and farther off whip-poor-wills. The bushes that rose between the road and the edge of the bank were festooned with the vines of the wild grape. It was the moment of its flowering and in this place its strange, poignant73 fragrance74 drowned the honeysuckle. In after life Pen never smelled that scent75 without living this night over. She was quite collected now. Terror, anxiety, shame and such feelings had been burned up by her great determination.
The road ended before the dilapidated wharf where no steamer had tied up for many years past. Pendleton's skiff was drawn76 up on the sand alongside, and the Pee Bee anchored a hundred feet out in the stream. Pen hung back in the shadows until her father should get away. Off to the left where the white beach curved beautifully out to the point she saw Counsell's little tent pitched in the sand with a fire burning before it, and the dark canoe drawn up. Off the end of the point the spidery lighthouse fixed77 her with the baleful glare of its red eye.
Pendleton pushed off to his motor-boat with an amount of caution absurd under the circumstances, for as soon as he turned over the engine she exploded like a gun. This time there was no hesitation78 in the Pee Bee; she moved off at once with her usual violence, shattering the night. Pen, watching the tent saw Counsell come out and look in the direction of the sound. But presently he went back again.
As soon as it was safe to do so, she picked her way out over the broken floor of the wharf. The piles were gnawed79 and broken, and the pushing of the ice during many seasons had given the whole structure a rakish cant80 towards the Bay. Pen dropped over the side into an inch or two of water and gingerly picked her way towards the tent.
It was a little lean-to tent open to the fire in front, but with a mosquito curtain hanging down. He heard her splashing towards him and came out. He must have been sitting there looking at the fire and smoking. His pipe was still between his teeth. He stared at her as at a ghost without making a sound. His body had a tense look. She could not read his face because the moon was behind him. Its light was strong in her face.
"It is I, Miss Broome," she said in her direct way.
He seemed to come to life. "You!" he cried in a voice of delight. He laughed shakily. "I thought ... how foolish of me ... I was thinking of you ... I thought..." He seemed unable to go on.
"I came through the water to avoid making tracks in the sand."
"I understand!" he said eagerly. "I'll carry you ashore81."
Pen stamped her foot in the water. "You don't understand! Stay where you are and I'll tell you!"
"There's nothing wrong is there?" he asked anxiously. "I heard the motor-boat start off."
"Wrong enough," said Pen simply. Since nothing was to be gained by beating around the bush, she blurted82 out the truth. "Collis Dongan has been found shot dead in his rooms, and you are accused of having done it."
"What!" he cried with so perfect an expression of astonishment83 that Pen's breast was warmed and comforted. No guilty man could possibly have simulated that look. She had not doubted him, nevertheless it was sweet to be reassured. The tears sprang to her eyes; she hung her head to hide them. He did not notice them. He was dazed.
"Collis Dongan dead!" he muttered. "When ... How?"
She told the main facts of the story slowly, distinctly as to a stupid person.
"Good God! how terrible!" he muttered. "How quick can I get back to New York? It was suicide of course. He had cause enough."
"What cause?" Pen asked quickly.
"He had swindled and betrayed me," Counsell said bitterly. "And I found him out ... But he's dead! I'm sorry now for the things I said to him!" His thoughts flew off at a tangent. "But how is it you came to tell me ... and like this?" He was looking at her submerged feet.
"My father feels it his duty to give you up," said Pen. "I gained a little time by making believe to be ill. He will be here later with other men."
"Well, that's all right," said Counsell. "It's all got to be sifted84 to the bottom of course. They can't have any case against me."
"They have a complete case against you," said Pen. "And don't you see, they think you ran away." She gave him the points of the evidence against him.
"That's bad," he said gravely. "My revolver, eh? I had lost it! ... But you didn't believe it!" he cried warmly.
"I'm not a man," said Pen simply.
"Anyhow, it doesn't alter things," he said. "I've got to go back. They couldn't send an innocent man to the chair."
Pen clasped her hands in a sort of despair. Another obstinate85 man to be argued with! "They could! They could!" she cried. "You don't understand. I couldn't bring the paper to you because it would have been missed. But you must read it later. Then you'll see. My father is just like other men. They all seem to act in a herd86. They have made up their minds that you did it. They are determined87 you sha'n't escape. Your trial would be a mockery."
He was impressed by her earnestness. "Just the same ... I couldn't run," he said slowly.
"You mustn't do anything on impulse," Pen urged. "You must read the newspaper and find out where you stand. You must give yourself up if you so decide, but not allow yourself to be caught."
He seemed to be convinced, but he did not take the matter seriously enough to suit Pen. He seemed to be thinking more of her than of his own situation. He took a step nearer to her.
"How fine of you to come to warn me!" he said warmly.
Pen retreated into deeper water. "Please!" she said sharply. "There is not an instant to lose!"
"But if I've got to go ... I must thank you," he said.
It was not part of Pen's plan to let him go, but not wishing to provoke another argument, she let the words pass for the moment.
"Anyhow, come out of the water," he pleaded. "Your feet must be chilled through."
He put down a paddle at the edge of the water and Pen stepped out on it. He looked at her longingly88.
"Hurry! Hurry!" Pen said.
With a sigh he commenced to pull up the pegs89 that fastened down his tent.
It was soon bundled into the canoe together with his grub-box, his valise, and the odds90 and ends of his baggage.
"Get in," he said. "I'll paddle you back to the wharf."
Pen sat down in the bottom of the canoe while he perched on the stern seat wielding91 the paddle with the easy grace of long custom. She watched him through her lashes92. The moon was behind him, silhouetting93 his strong frame and making a sort of aureole about his bare head.
The tide was high and the water had risen to within three feet of the floor of the wharf. Pen climbed out upon it.
"Well, is this good-by?" he said dolefully,
"No," said Pen breathlessly. Her instinct told her there was another struggle of wills ahead. "You're not going. I'm going to keep you here."
"What!" he cried. "Oh, if you knew how you tempted94 me!"
"Tempt44 you!" she said crossly. "This is no time for sentiment!"
"I couldn't let you," he said firmly.
"Where could you go?" she demanded.
"I'll manage to keep out of sight."
"There is no place you could go!" she insisted. "The Sun-paper is read on the remotest creeks. Do you realize what a hue95 and cry will be raised in the morning? Fifty boats will be out searching the river, the bay, the creeks. How could you hope to escape? Where would you get food and fresh water?"
"I'll find a way," he said stubbornly. "I'm going back to New York."
"Stay here!" she pleaded.
"I couldn't! What would you think of a man who unloaded all his troubles on a woman like that?"
"What would I think of him?" Pen was on her knees at the edge of the wharf reaching down for his things. The moonlight was in her face. She suddenly smiled at him in an oddly tender, an indulgent sort of way. "Don't be silly!" she said brusquely. "Hand me up that valise."
The advantage was all with her now. His man's pride was hardly strong enough to tear him away from her. He passed up the valise.
"I'll find some way to square the account," he grumbled96.
Pen smiled still.
"What will we do with the canoe?" he asked, when their cargo97 was unloaded on the wharf.
"Sink it in deep water at the end of the wharf," she said.
"Good! I'll empty my clothes out and fill the valise with stones."
"Such a good valise," objected the prudent98 Pen. "Couldn't you just load the stones in the canoe?"
"No. She'd roll them out and come to the top. I can tie the valise to a thwart99."
How Pen loved to have him talk to her offhand100 as to another man!
While he was attending to the canoe Pen busied herself dividing his belongings101 into two equal lots to carry up the hill. Her eyes ever glancing in the direction of the Island finally saw a tiny red and a green eye turn on them from afar.
"They've started back," she said quietly. "We'll have to carry everything in one trip."
"Oh, throw everything overboard that will sink."
"You'll need it."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Hide you in the woods."
Presently the put-put of the noisy little boat came to them across the water.
"No time to lose!"
When Counsell came to her he coolly appropriated half her load. They wasted a good minute quarreling over it. Pen was not accustomed to having her will opposed by a man. Her undisputed sway at Broome's Point had made her a little too autocratic perhaps. A hot little flame of anger shot up in her breast. When she became angry Counsell laughed delightedly. This was outrageous102. Nevertheless she liked it. She found a curious pleasure in giving in to him, and meekly103 accepted what he said she might carry. "What is happening to me?" she asked herself for the dozenth time that day.
They plodded104 up the hill under their loads, Pen in advance. Their shadows marched before them. The whole earth was held in a spell of moonlight and the perfume of the wild grape. It sharpened their senses intolerably. Life seemed almost too much to be borne. Neither could speak. Once Counsell bending under the weight of his pack, mutely put his hand forward and groped for hers.
"Don't! Don't!" she said painfully.
"Oh, Pen!" he murmured.
As they progressed along the top of the bank the motor-boat was completing her journey below them. They could glimpse the boat through the interstices of the bushes, but those in the boat could not have seen them.
"We must hurry," said Pen. "They must see already that your tent is gone."
Reaching the tenant105 cottage outside the grounds Pen said: "We could save time by cutting across here, but we'd leave a wide open track through the wet weeds. We'll have to go around."
They followed the road to the broken gate, and making the turn, kept along outside the fence until they got well in the rear of the cottage. Here the faintly marked path worn by Pen crossed the road, and they turned into it. The motor-boat had come to her moorings. Breaking into a sort of staggering run under their burdens they were soon received into the woods.
"I must get back to the house before they do," Pen panted.
The glade106 with its tiny temple presented a scene of unearthly beauty. A shaft107 of moonlight was silvering the pale dome108. The deep bowl below the bank was full to the brim of moonlight.
A gasp39 of astonishment escaped Counsell. "What's this?"
"Afraid of ghosts?" asked Pen.
"Try me!" he laughed.
They cast their burdens on the ground. There was no time for lengthy109 explanations or leave-takings.
"Listen!" said Pen. "Pitch your tent among the bushes at the back of the tomb."
"I'll rig it from the branches," he said. "Won't drive stakes."
"Good! Keep back from the edge of the bank during the day. A small boat might come into the pond, looking for you. But no native will come near this spot. It's not safe to build a fire. What have you to eat?"
"Plenty of bread, cooked meat, eggs."
"When I come again I'll bring more. And a little oil stove. The water in the pond is not fit to drink, but you'll find a spring at the foot of the bank. Watch well before you show yourself in the open."
"When will you come again?" he asked urgently.
"When it is safe ... To-morrow night I think."
"The time will pass slowly until then," he said simply. He picked up her hand and pressed it hard to his cheek.
Pen snatched away her hand and fled—fled from she knew not what. Trying to fly from the shattering commotion110 in her breast perhaps, which of course she carried with her.
As she ducked through her own particular gap in the fence she could quite clearly hear the two men, coming up the road from the beach talking together in tones of chagrin. She sped to the house and upstairs to her room. Aunt Maria was asleep in a chair. Pen awakened111 her with a violent shake, and commenced to undress.
"Quick! my night-dress!" she cried. "Throw these wet things into a closet. Remember to say you put me to bed as soon as Dad went out and we both fell asleep!"
"Bless God, honey! Bless God!" repeated Aunt Maria. Nevertheless she bestirred herself.
When the two men knocked on the door a sleepy voice bade them enter. All was peace within the room. Aunt Maria struggled to her feet assiduously knuckling112 her eyes; Pen lay in bed with the bedclothes to her chin, her eyes languourous as if but just opened.
"You see," said Doctor Hance. "It is just as I told you. Everything is all right."
Pendleton's feelings were mixed. He was relieved, and as soon as he was relieved he remembered his suspicions. In order to divert attention from Aunt Maria whose delineation113 of sleepiness was rather melodramatic, Pen smiled at her father and murmured that she felt better.
He looked at her queerly. He could no longer contain his chagrin. "He's gone!" he said.
Pen, aware that the doctor was keenly observing her, made her eyes wide. "Gone?" she echoed. "Where?"
"Pushed off in his canoe somewhere."
"We'll get him in the morning," the doctor added, watching her still. "He can't get far."
Pen made her face an indifferent blank.
Pendleton was sent out of the room while the doctor made his examination. Hance was a frowsy old man with a rough tongue and a compassionate114 irascible eye. Everybody quarreled with him and depended on him as on a tower. He had no illusions left about mankind, but he gave all his strength to tending them. Pen dreaded115 being left alone with him. However he said no more about the escaped canoeist. From the character of his grunts116 as he sounded her she knew she had not deceived him at all. When the door closed behind him she flew to it to hear what he would say to her father.
Pendleton was just outside the door. "Well?" he asked anxiously.
"She's all right," was the gruff reply. "A bit of a shock maybe. No organic trouble."
"Hum," said Pendleton, and his thoughts immediately flew off to the other matter. "That engine of mine makes such a confounded racket! He must have heard me start off and guessed that I was on to him and had gone for help."
"I suppose so," said Dr. Hance with a grim chuckle117.
They passed downstairs.
Pen thought with a thankful heart: "He's not going to give me away! Blessed old man!"
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