He pulled himself together.
"It"s true enough." He swore under his breath. "She didn"t leave me. She was taken away. And I"ll get her back if I--You little fool, I ought to kill you. If you wanted a cheap revenge, you"ve got it."
"I don"t want revenge, Lou."
He caught her by the arm.
"Then what brought you here?"
"I wanted to be sure Lily Cardew was married."
"Well, she is. What about it?"
"That"s all."
"That"s not all. What about it?"
She looked up at him gravely.
"Because, if she is, I am going to marry Mr. Cameron tomorrow." At the sight of his astounded face she went on hastily: "He knows, Lou, and he offered anyhow."
"And what," he said slowly, "has my wife to do with that?"
"I wanted to be fair to him. And I think he is--I think he used to be terribly in love with her."
Quite apart from his increasing fear of w.i.l.l.y Cameron and his Committee, there had been in Akers for some time a latent jealousy of him. In a flash he saw the room at the Saint Elmo, and a cold-eyed man inside the doorway. The humiliation of that scene had never left him, of his own maudlin inadequacy, of hearing from beyond a closed and locked door, the closing of another door behind Lily and the man who had taken her away from him. A mad anger and jealousy made him suddenly reckless.
"So," he said, "he is terribly in love with my wife, and he intends to marry you. That"s--interesting. Because, my sweet child, he"s got a d.a.m.n poor chance of marrying you, or anybody."
"Lou!"
"Listen," he said deliberately. "Men who stick their heads into the lion"s jaws are apt to lose them. Our young friend Cameron has done that. I"ll change the figure. When a man tries to stop a great machine by putting his impudent fingers into the cog wheels, the man"s a fool.
He may lose his hand, or he may lose his life."
Fortunately for Edith he moved on that speech to the side table, and mixed himself a highball. It gave her a moment to summon her scattered wits, to decide on a plan of action. Her early training on the streets, her recent months of deceit, helped her now. If he had expected any outburst from her it did not come.
"If you mean that he is in danger, I don"t believe it."
"All right, old girl. I"ve told you."
But the whiskey restored his equilibrium again.
"That is," he added slowly, "I"ve warned you. You"d better warn him.
He"s doing his best to get into trouble."
She knew him well, saw the craftiness come back into his eyes, and met it with equal strategy.
"I"ll tell him," she said, moving toward the door. "You haven"t scared me for a minute and you won"t scare him. You and your machine!"
She dared not seem to hurry.
"You"re a boaster," she said, with the door open. "You always were.
And you"ll never lay a hand on him. You"re like all bullies; you"re a coward!"
She was through the doorway by that time, and in terror for fear, having told her so much, he would try to detain her. She saw the idea come into his face, too, just as she slipped outside. He made a move toward her.
"I think--" he began.
She slammed the door and ran down the hallway toward the stairs. She heard him open the door and come out into the hall, but she was well in advance and running like a deer.
"Edith!" he called.
She stumbled on the second flight of stairs and fell a half-dozen steps, but she picked herself up and ran on. At the bottom of the lower flight she stopped and listened, but he had gone back. She heard the slam of his door as he closed it.
But the insistent need of haste drove her on, headlong. She shot through the lobby, past the staring telephone girl, and into the street, and there settled down into steady running, her elbows close to her sides, trying to remember to breathe slowly and evenly. She must get home somehow, get the envelope and follow the directions inside. Her thoughts raced with her. It was almost eleven o"clock and w.i.l.l.y had been gone for hours. She tried to pray, but the words did not come.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
At something after seven o"clock that night w.i.l.l.y Cameron and Pink Denslow reached that point on the Mayville Road which had been designated by the storekeeper, Cusick. They left the car there, hidden in a grove, and struck off across country to the west. w.i.l.l.y Cameron had been thoughtful for some time, and as they climbed a low hill, going with extreme caution, he said:
"I"m still skeptical about Cusick, Pink. Do you think he"s straight?"
"One of the best men we"ve got," Pink replied, confidently. "He"s put us on to several things."
"He"s foreign born, isn"t he?"
"That"s his value. They don"t suspect him for a minute."
"But--what does he get out of it?"
"Good citizen," said Pink, with promptness. "You"ve got to remember, Cameron, that a lot of these fellows are better Americans than we are.
They"re like religious converts, stronger than the ones born in the fold. They"re Americans because they want to be. Anyhow, you ought to be strong for him, Cameron. He said to tell you, but no one else."
"I"ll tell you how strong I am for him later," w.i.l.l.y Cameron said, grimly. "Just at this minute I"m waiting to be shown."
They advanced with infinite caution, for the evening was still light.
Going slowly, it was well after eight and fairly dark before they came within sight of the farm buildings in the valley below. Long unpainted, they were barely discernable in the shadows of the hills. The land around had been carefully cleared, and both men were dismayed at the difficulty of access without being seen.
"Doesn"t look very good, does it?" Pink observed. "I will say this, for seclusion and keeping away unwanted visitors, it has it all over any dug-out I ever saw in France."
"Listen!" w.i.l.l.y Cameron said, tensely.
They stood on the alert, but only the evening sounds of country and forest rewarded them.
"What was it?" Pink inquired, after perhaps two minutes of waiting.