"I"ll do anything I can to oblige you, Mr. Arnault. I wouldn"t like my questions, however, to hurt Muir"s credit, you understand."
"Of course not, nor would I wish this; but as one of our brokers you can pick up some information, like enough. I knew, as did others, that Muir was having a rather hard time of it, but if there is pressing danger I may have to take some action."
"In that case of course you can command me."
"I only wish to do what is fair and considerate among business men.
We"ll lunch together when I come to town, and perhaps the case will be clearer then."
During his drive with Miss Wildmere, Graydon simply adhered to the tactics which he had adopted, and she saw that he was waiting until the Arnault phase of the problem should be eliminated. When, however, she took occasion to bewail the dismal prospects of her "poor papa,"
and to open the way for him to speak naturally of his own and his brother"s affairs, he was gravely silent. She didn"t like this, for it tended to confirm her father"s belief that they were in trouble, or else it looked like suspicion of her motive. The trait of reticence which Graydon at times shared with his brother was not agreeable, for it suggested hidden processes of thought which might develop into very decisive action. She came back satisfied that Graydon was still thoroughly "in hand," and that she must obtain information in some other way, if possible.
There was sacred music in the parlor during the evening, but neither Miss Wildmere nor Madge would sing in solo. Graydon good-naturedly tried to arrange a duet between the two girls. The former declined instantly, yet took off the edge of her refusal by saying, "I would gladly sing for you if I could, but do not care to permit all these strangers to inst.i.tute comparisons."
Therefore, the guests sang in chorus as usual, a professional playing the accompaniments. There were few, however, who did not recognize the strong, sweet alto which ran through each melody like a minor key.
Graydon"s acute ear for music heard little else, and he said to Madge "I shall be glad when this hotel life is over. What delicious evenings I shall have this fall! By the way, I"m going to have your piano tuned when I go to town."
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps what? Perhaps I shall remember about the tuner? You"ll see."
"I may go back with the Waylands. I"m not at all sure that I shall not spend my winter on the Pacific."
"Why, Madge! With your health you could spend it in Greenland."
"That"s what I may do. We always have a lovely green land in that climate."
"I must investigate Santa Barbara. You have left some one or something there which has powerful attractions."
"Yes, memories; as well as skies so bright that you can"t help smiling back at them."
"I supposed you were going to enter society this fall and create a _furore_."
"Oh, bah!" Then she began to laugh, and said, "A certain gentleman in this house thought I was so bent on having my fling in society that I didn"t wish to be embarra.s.sed by even a little fraternal counsel."
"A certain fellow in this house finds himself embarra.s.sed by a black-eyed clairvoyant, who reads his thoughts as if they were sign-boards, but remains inscrutable herself."
"Such an objectionable and inconvenient creature should certainly be banished to wilds of the West"
"As one of the Muir family I"ll never consent."
"You"ll soon be engrossed by cares of your own," she concluded, laughing. "Good-night."
"Stay," said Graydon, eagerly; "one so gifted with second-sight should be able to read the thoughts of others."
"Whose?" Madge asked, demurely.
"Whose indeed? As if you did not know! Miss Wildmere"s."
"What! Reveal a woman"s thoughts? I won"t speak to you again to-night;" and she left him with his tranquillity not a little disturbed.
CHAPTER XXV
GOSSAMER THREADS
Mr. Muir was to depart on the early train the following morning, and was pleased when Madge opened her door at the same time and said, "I"m going to see that you have a good breakfast and a good send-off."
She chattered merrily with him during the meal, ignoring his somewhat wistful and questioning glances. "When shall we see you again, Henry?"
she asked.
"Friday evening, I hope."
"Don"t work and worry too much."
"I defy fate now. You"ve given me your luck."
"Heaven forbid! Well, good-by."
A little later she and two of her boys, as she called them, were off on the hills. Mrs. Muir and Graydon breakfasted long after, and the latter observed with a frown that Arnault was still at the Wildmere table, with all the serenity of one _en famille_.
"Doctor," he said, a little later, "how much will you take--the money to be given to your chapel--to go trouting with me for a day?"
"A good round sum," Dr. Sommers replied.
"All right. When can you go?"
"Wednesday, I guess, if I can leave my patients."
"Oh, come now; go and give your patients a chance to get well."
"Wait till I catch you sick, and I"ll pay you up for that."
"You"ll stand a better chance of catching trout."
The day pa.s.sed much as usual, only Arnault appeared in the ascendant.
"He is going to town in a day or two," pleaded the diplomat, after dinner.
"And I"m going trouting," Graydon replied.
"When?"
"Soon."
"Only for a day, I suppose."