"What I've suffered," said Mrs. Baldwin, sinking into a basket-chair which almost collapsed3 under her weight, "no one can understand."
"Oh come, mother," said Gerty cheerfully, "you had a cab to the top of the hill, and my arm to the door."
"You are nothing to lean upon," sighed Mrs. Baldwin. "If it was Rufus, now. He had an arm like a blacksmith, and the soul of a poet."
Tracey giggled4. He was amused by Mrs. Baldwin's whimsical ways. "Will you tell me what brought you here?" he asked, with his arm round Gerty.
"You may well ask that," said Mrs. Baldwin, fanning herself with her handkerchief; "and if you have such a thing as wine----"
"Only whisky--old Bourbon," snapped Luther, and supplied Mrs. Baldwin with a brimming glass in spite of her asseveration that she never took such strong drink. If not, she appreciated it, and finished the glass while talking.
"Gerty must tell you what I want," she said, nursing the glass.
Luther turned to his fiancée with an inquiring look. Something very strange must have occurred to bring Mrs. Baldwin so far.
"Mother is upset," said Gerty: "she fancies she saw her husband."
"My second," explained Mrs. Baldwin. "Not Gerty's father, who was a gentleman, but Rufus."
"The man with the blacksmith's arm and poet's soul," said Luther. "I thought he was dead and buried long ago."
"No," said the old lady. "I have never seen any announcement of his death. He is alive, and I saw him. Two nights ago I was reclining in the parlour, trying to soothe5 my nerves with a novel. Rufus appeared at the window, which was open, the night being warm. I shrieked6 aloud at the sight of his face. He ran away," finished Mrs. Baldwin, sighing.
"Didn't you light out after him?"
"I went out to rebuke7 him for his desertion of the twins. But he was gone like a dream. I have come to you to ask if you will advertise for Rufus. Assure him that all will be forgotten."
"Is there anything to forget?" asked Gerty.
Mrs. Baldwin suddenly sat up with energy, and her eyes glittered. No one would have thought that she possessed8 such spirit. "Yes," she said, in a hard voice, "there is much to forget. Rufus treated me like a brute9. He always was a brute."
"Then why do you wish to forgive him?"
"Were I you," said Luther, after a pause, "I would leave the cuss alone. Think of your children."
"I want him back," said Mrs. Baldwin, and softened11 her tone. "All will be forgiven and forgotten."
But, even as she said this, Tracey saw a nasty glitter in her eye. He was not so sure that Mrs. Baldwin was actuated by Christian12 intentions in wanting her lost husband back. In spite of her apparent good-nature, she was petty and spiteful. It might be, that she wished her husband back to make things hot for him. "Tell me really why you wish him to return?" said Luther.
Mrs. Baldwin breathed hard, and looked at her daughter. "Send Gerty out of the room," she said suddenly, and forthwith this was done. When alone with Tracey, who was more puzzled than ever, Mrs. Baldwin again became energetic. "There was a diamond necklace," she said.
"Ah," replied the American, whistling; "I see, Rufus nabbed it?"
Mrs. Baldwin took no notice. "I want my necklace back," she said; "it was given to me by Gerty's father, and I intend to present her with it on her wedding-day. You are to marry her, Mr. Tracey; so if you want Gerty to look a lady, as she always is, you will catch Rufus, and make him give up the necklace."
Tracey smiled, and shook his head. "It's not to be done, Mrs. Baldwin. Your husband's been gone for years, and the necklace has long ago been sold. Besides, you would have to prosecute13 him. Think of the children, ma'am."
"I want back my diamond necklace," said Mrs. Baldwin, who was like a very obstinate14 child. "Oh, how I hated that man!" In her rage she forgot her pretended weakness. "Mr. Tracey," she rose to her feet in a kind of cold fury, worthy15 of Mrs. Fane, "Rufus was a brute. Why I married him I don't know. He said he had money, and he hadn't. I found out that at one time he had been in gaol16 for burglary. No wonder he took my diamond necklace. I want him caught and punished. I have always spoken well of him all these years for the children's sake, but I have never forgotten his brutal17 ways, Mr. Tracey." In real earnest, she laid her fat hand on his arm. "That man struck me. He spent my money; he made love to the servants. He was all that was bad--a thief, a liar18, a profligate19, a----"
"That's all right," said Luther soothingly20, and led her back to her seat, where she sat and sobbed21. "The man was a bad egg. In that case let him alone, for the children's sake. Can he touch your money?"
"No. Gerty's father left it all in my own name. I am free of him in every way."
"Then you let him alone. He has deserted22 you for over seven years, so he can't come back to make things unpleasant, and----"
"Let him come," said Mrs. Baldwin viciously. "I want him to come. I'll make things unpleasant for him--the brute."
"But you never said anything of this before, ma'am?"
"No," replied the woman heavily. "Because he passed out of my memory, so to speak. But when I saw his face at the window, it all came back to me--all--all. I want him caught and punished;" she caught Tracey's arm. "He is a burglar, mind, and he may break into my house and kill me. You don't know what a scoundrel he is."
"Yet you always gave us to understand that he was a good sort."
"For the children's sake. That's why I sent Gerty out of the room. I don't want her to know, although he is no kith or kin2 of hers."
"Then you leave things as they are, ma'am, for the children's sake."
"No," said Mrs. Baldwin, between her teeth. "If I catch him, and the law won't punish him, I'll do so myself. I'll keep a pistol by me. I'll shoot him if he attempts to enter my house! Yes, I will."
"Tracey was amazed at the change in the woman. The lazy, good-natured creature he knew was gone, and in her place stood a woman as vindictive23 as the adventuress of an Adelphi drama. He asked for a description of Rufus Baldwin, but by this time Mrs. Baldwin had changed her mind.
"No, I shan't tell you any more," she said quietly. "You forget what I have said. Don't advertise. The law won't punish him, and I dare say my diamond necklace has gone to pieces by this time. I'll keep a pistol beside me, and shoot him if he comes."
"No! no! He won't come again."
"Yes he will. He came the other night. I saw him at the window. I cried out at the sight of his wicked face. But I won't scare him away next time. No, I'll wait and let him come near me, then I'll kill him. That's what I'll do," and then she began gradually to relapse into the lazy woman who had entered. "How hot it is."
In compliance24 with her request Tracey went out to call Gerty. He was astonished by the sudden changes in Mrs. Baldwin's demeanour, and asked Gerty a question. "Say, does your momma drink?"
"No. Certainly not, Luther. Why do you ask?"
"Well, she's that queer."
"Something has upset her, I know," said Gerty quickly; "what is it?"
Mrs. Baldwin appeared at the door and answered that question. "Don't tell her," she said sharply. "Gerty dear, you are too inquisitive25. I am upset by the appearance of Rufus--that's all."
"Is Luther to advertise?" asked Gerty, wondering.
"No," Mrs. Baldwin walked to the gate, "I have a better way than that--a much better way," and she opened the gate.
"Say," Tracey detained Gerty, "do you sleep in your mother's room?"
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Because she's got a kind of craze about that husband of hers. You make some excuse and sleep in her room for a week or so till she forgets that the man came back. And if you see anything queer wire me, I'll be down in a shake. You catch on, Gerty B.?"
"No. What do you----"
Before Tracey could reply Mrs. Baldwin hailed them. "Here's Mr. Calvert. Gerty, come away," so the girl reluctantly had to go to her mother, but not before she whispered Tracey to write and explain.
"Can't, my dear," he whispered back uneasily. "I promised to hold my tongue. But keep an eye on your mother. Now do."
"There was no time to say any more, as Mrs. Baldwin was coming up the path with Arnold. She was telling him of her sufferings at great length, and nothing remained of the virago26 who had displayed such fierceness in the white room, save an unusually high colour. Tracey nodded to Calvert, who looked rather excited. Then came the toil27 of getting Mrs. Baldwin away, which took as long a time as it usually does to launch a ship. At last the cab drove off, and Gerty waved a farewell handkerchief to Tracey. Then the young men went into the house.
"I don't envy you Mrs. Baldwin, Tracey," said Calvert.
"I guess you've hit the bull's-eye," replied the American gloomily; "she's not such a fool as she looks, that old ma'am."
"Oh, she doesn't look a fool," said Arnold easily, "only lazy."
"And she ain't that neither. I guess there's spirit in the old party. You could have knocked me down flat when she rose on her hind28 legs."
"Was she--er--on her hind legs?" inquired Calvert delicately.
"Considerable! But it's private business. Only I hope I won't be mixed up with another murder case. One's good enough for me, anyhow!"
"Do you mean to say----" began Arnold startled.
"That she knows anything to the circus we're running? No, I don't. She's got her own little Sheol--sulphur, match, and all. Let her slide. I dare say it's all bunkum."
"What is?"
"Calvert, if you ask any more questions I'll chuck the case."
"Oh, beg pardon," said Arnold, astonished at seeing the usually good-tempered man so roused, "don't mind my asking questions. I forgot the business was private."
"Won't be long," said Tracey savagely29, "if she's on the kind of job she's trying to carry out. Well," he raised his voice, "what's the best news with you?"
"This," replied Calvert quietly, and from his pocket produced a scrap30 of paper. Tracey without displaying any wonder looked at it. It was half a sheet of pink writing-paper and contained only one line written across lengthways. "If you get the money look under the coffee stain!" Tracey read and re-read this, then raised his puzzled eyes. "What's this, Calvert?"
"That," replied the young man calmly, "is a piece of paper which I received from Merry this morning!"
"Was it enclosed in an envelope?"
"Arnold handed the envelope which he was holding. It was addressed to 'Arnold Calvert' in a woman's hand of the sloping Italian kind. The writing on the paper was also in the same handwriting. I guess as Merry gave you this, and it's a woman's hand, that it comes from your dead cousin," said Tracey.
"I thought so!"
"Didn't she give it to Merry?"
"No, I went to the office this morning to look at some deeds connected with the property. They had to turn out the deed-box. It is large and hadn't been turned out to the very bottom for some time. As we searched, Merry picked up that envelope which was closed. He gave it to me. Merry says he never saw it before, so I expect poor Flora31 slipped it into the box one day when he was out of the room."
"But why should she do that?"
"I am as puzzled to account for her reason as I am to know what the message means."
"Can't Merry enlighten you?"
"No. I tell you he never saw the envelope till he handed it to me."
"Hold on a shake," said Tracey, handing Calvert a cigarette; "smoke this while I get my thinking-machine into order."
"You'll find it difficult to guess what it is," said Calvert, lighting32 up. "Merry and I were an hour over it this morning. He doesn't know what it means, and I'm sure I don't."
"You must be a couple of thick-heads," snapped Tracey, whose temper was not improved by Mrs. Baldwin's visit; "the way it's worded shows that Mrs. Brand expected to be killed."
Arnold started to his feet. "What do you say?"
"Mrs. Brand expected to be killed," said the American, with great distinctness; "she says, 'if you get the money'--well, you couldn't get the money till she was dead."
"No, but what does the message mean?"
Tracey laid the paper on his knees and looked across Calvert's shoulder with his bright eyes dancing. "Oh, I guess it's panning out all square," said he quietly; "I came here as you know in the hope of finding some papers overlooked by that man--or woman--I guess it was a woman--who made hay while the house was deserted. Evidently the idea was to destroy all trace of your cousin's past life. Well, sir, I hunted everywhere without success. Now we'll look for the coffee stain, and under it we will find some papers which will give the whole show away. We're on the verge33 of learning the truth, sir."
"Then you think that, expecting to be murdered, she hid certain papers giving a clue to her probable assassin?"
"Yes I do, and the poor soul dared not put the message plainer, lest it should fall into other hands than yours."
"Whose hands, seeing that I am the heir?"
"You forget that Bocaros was the heir for a time. He might have got hold of the deed-box, and then"--Tracey shrugged34 his shoulders--"It's as plain as day to me!"
"But do you suspect Bocaros of knowing anything of this crime?"
"No. He talked too much nonsense at the outset for that. He gave himself away--always supposing he was guilty. Said that he lived in the neighbourhood--that the money was coming to him--that he could easily have gone to the villa35 and killed Mrs. Brand and would not be able to prove an alibi36 by reason of living alone. No! A man who is guilty doesn't give himself away like that. But Bocaros, had he found this message, might have torn it up so as to let sleeping dogs lie."
"Still I don't understand."
"Well, you see he might have fancied--as I do--that a discovery of the papers may lead to the implication of the husband in this matter."
"You think Brand killed his wife?"
"No. It was a woman, and I believe Mrs. Fane for choice. But Brand may have loved Mrs. Fane and so the whole trouble may have arisen. I guess Mrs. Brand was glad to see her husband start for Australia, for I'm certain from this message that he threatened to kill her. Bocaros having got the money, and thinking of his living near Ajax Villa, might have torn it up. Now Mrs. Brand if she was murdered--as she was--wished the assassin to be brought to justice. The concealed37 papers will give the clue." Tracey rose and looked round the room. "Where the deuce are they, anyhow?"
"Under the coffee stain," said Arnold, not rising, "and I think instead of hunting we had better reason the matter out. A coffee-stain would naturally be on a table-cloth."
"A white dinner table-cloth," assented39 Tracey sitting, "but she couldn't conceal38 papers there. I've lifted every cloth in the house white and otherwise--there's white ones here as you see--but I couldn't find anything. You needn't look at the roof, Calvert. The coffee-stain won't be there."
"No," said Arnold looking down, "it may be on the wall.
"Not unless Brand threw a cup at her head." Tracey glanced round the walls; they were all spotless and white. "Maybe on the carpet."
"Have you examined the carpets?"
"I haven't lifted them, if that's what you mean."
"Then I dare say the papers are hidden under the carpet of this room."
"Why here? It may be the dining-room, or----"
"No," replied Arnold rising, "a coffee-stain would show only on a white carpet, and it was the peculiar40 furnishing of this room which gave her the idea of the hiding-place"--he looked carefully at the floor--"but I can't see any stain."
"A woman like Mrs. Brand," suggested Tracey, "proud of the smartness of this room, would hide any stain. Let's move all mats and furniture."
Calvert thought this was a good suggestion, and they set to work. The piano was moved, but needless to say nothing was found there. The various draperies were pulled aside. A book-case was shifted. All the mats were flung out of the door. When they moved everything, still no stain appeared. Then they came to a thick wooden pedestal bearing a plaster-of-paris Venus. It was screwed to the floor near the window and surrounded by mats. "This is the last chance," said Tracey.
A few minutes' work sufficed to overturn the column. There, beneath it, and concealed by the base, was the coffee-stain spoiling the purity of the carpet. Tracey produced a large knife, and ripped up the carpet. Thrusting in his hand he pulled out a slim green book rather large in size, and thereon in gilt41 letters were the words "My Diary!"
"This solves the mystery," said Tracey quietly, "now we'll learn the truth."
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