For four days she suffered tortures of remorse. On the morning of the fifth day she firmly decided to act. Regardless of who might be watching, or of any unpleasant consequences to herself, she quietly left the house, unattended, and started directly for the East Orange mansion.
CHAPTER XX
A TELEPHONE CALL
Still another laggard awoke to action on this eventful Tuesday morning.
Madame Cerise had been growing more and more morose and dissatisfied day by day. Her grievance was very tangible. A young girl had been brought forcibly to the house and placed in her care to be treated as a prisoner. From that time the perpetrators of the deed had left the woman to her own resources, never communicating with her in any way.
During a long life of servitude Madame Cerise had acquiesced in many things that her own conscience did not approve of, for she considered herself a mere instrument to be used at will by the people who employed and paid her. But her enforced solitude as caretaker of the lonely house at East Orange had given her ample time to think, and her views had lately undergone a decided change.
To become the jailer of a young, pretty and innocent girl was the most severe trial her faithfulness to her employers had ever compelled her to undergo, and the woman deeply resented the doubtful position in which she had been placed.
However, the chances were that Madame Cerise might have obeyed her orders to the letter had not so long a period of waiting ensued. During these days she was constantly thrown in the society of Louise, which had a tendency to make her still more rebellious. The girl clung to Cerise in her helplessness and despair, and constantly implored her to set her free. This, indeed, the Frenchwoman might have done long ago had she not suspected such an act might cause great embarra.s.sment to Diana Von Taer, whom she had held on her knee as an infant and sought to protect with loyal affection.
It was hard, though, to hear the pitiful appeals of the imprisoned girl, and to realize how great was the wrong that was being done her. The old woman was forced to set her jaws firmly and turn deaf ears to the pleadings in order not to succ.u.mb to them straightway. Meantime she did her duty conscientiously. She never left Louise"s room without turning the key in the lock, and she steadfastly refused the girl permission to wander in the other rooms of the house. The prison was a real prison, indeed, but the turnkey sought to alleviate the prisoner"s misery by every means in her power. She was indefatigable in her service, keeping the room warm and neat, attending to the girl"s every want and cooking her delicious meals.
While this all tended to Louise"s comfort it had little affect in soothing her misery. Between periods of weeping she sought to cajole the old woman to release her, and at times she succ.u.mbed to blank despair.
Arthur was always in her mind, and she wondered why he did not come to rescue her. Every night she stole softly from her bed to try the door, hoping Cerise had forgotten to lock it. She examined her prison by stealth to discover any possible way of escape.
There were two small windows and one large one. The latter opened upon the roof of a small porch, but, there were no way to descend from it unless one used a frail lattice at one end, which in summer probably supported a rose or other vine. Louise shrank intuitively from such a desperate undertaking. Unless some dreadful crisis occurred she would never dare trust herself to that frail support. Yet it seemed the only possible way of escape.
Time finally wore out the patience of Madame Cerise, who was unable longer to withstand Louise"s pleadings. She did not indicate by word or look that her att.i.tude had changed, but she made a secret resolve to have done with the affair altogether.
Often in their conversations the girl had mentioned Arthur Weldon. She had given Cerise his address and telephone number, and implored her at least to communicate with him and tell him his sweetheart was safe, although unhappy. This had given the old woman the clever idea on which she finally acted.
By telephoning Mr. Weldon she could give him the information that would lead to his coming for Louise, without anyone knowing who it was that had betrayed the secret. This method commended itself strongly to her, as it would save her from any trouble or reproach.
Leaving Louise at breakfast on this Tuesday morning Madame Cerise went down to the telephone and was soon in communication with Arthur. She told him, in a quiet tone, that Miss Louise Merrick was being secluded in a suburban house near East Orange, and described the place so he could easily find it. The young man questioned her eagerly, but aside from the information that the girl was well and uninjured she vouchsafed no further comment.
It was enough, however. Arthur, in wild excitement, rushed to the rescue.
CHAPTER XXI
THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS
Madame Cerise, well knowing she had accelerated the march of events to a two-step, calmly sat herself down in the little housekeeper"s room off the lower hall and, leaving Louise to her moody solitude upstairs, awaited the inevitable developments.
Outside the weather was cold and bl.u.s.tering. The wind whirled its burden of snowflakes in every direction with blinding, bewildering impartiality. It was a bad day to be out, thought the old Frenchwoman; but a snowstorm was not likely to deter an anxious lover. She calculated the time it would take Monsieur Weldon to arrive at the mansion: if he was prompt and energetic he could cover the distance in an hour and a half by train or three hours by motor car. But he must prepare for the journey, and that would consume some time; perhaps she need not expect him within two hours at the earliest.
She read, to pa.s.s away the time, selecting a book from a shelf of well-worn French novels. Somehow she did not care to face her tearful prisoner again until she could restore the unhappy girl to the arms of her true lover. There was still romance in the soul of Madame Cerise, however withered her cheeks might be. She was very glad that at last she had summoned courage to act according to the dictates of her heart.
Eh? What is this? A rumble of wheels over the frozen snow caused her to glance at the clock above the mantel. Not by any possibility could Monsieur Weldon arrive so soon. Who, then, could it be?
She sat motionless while the doorbell rang, and rang again. Nothing must interfere with the pretty _denouement_ she had so fondly antic.i.p.ated when Louise"s faithful knight came to her.
But the one who had just now alighted was persistent. The vehicle had been sent away--she heard the sound of receding wheels--and the new arrival wanted to get in. The bell jerked and jangled unceasingly for a time and then came a crash against the door, as if a stalwart shoulder was endeavoring to break it down.
Madame Cerise laid down her book, placed her _pince-nez_ in the case, and slowly proceeded down the hall. The door shook with another powerful impact, a voice cried out demanding admittance.
"Who is it, then?" she called shrilly.
"Open the door, confound you!" was the irritated reply.
The woman reflected. This was surely young Mershone"s voice. And she had no excuse to deny him admittance. Quietly she unbolted the door and allowed it to open an inch while she peered at the man outside.
"Oh! it is Monsieur Mershone."
"Of course it is," he roared, forcing the door open and stalking in.
"Who in thunder did you think it was?"
"A thousand pardons, m"sieur," said Cerise. "I must be cautious; it is your own command. That you may be protected I deny admittance to all."
"That"s all right," said Mershone gruffly, while he stamped his feet upon the rug and shook the snow from his clothing. "Haven"t you any fire in this beastly old refrigerator? I"m nearly frozen. Where"s Miss Merrick?"
"She is occupying Ma"m"selle Diana"s room, in the west wing. Will monsieur please to come this way?"
She led him to her own little room, and so engrossed were they that neither remembered he had failed to rebolt the front door.
A good fire burned in the grate of Cerise"s cosy den and Mershone threw off his overcoat and warmed his hands as he showered questions upon the old caretaker.
"How is the girl behaving? Tears and hysterics?"
"At times, m"sieur."
"Takes it hard, eh?"
"She is very unhappy."
"Ever mention a man named Weldon?"
"Often."
"Humph!" He did not like this report. "Has anyone been here to disturb you, or to make enquiries?"
"No one, m"sieur."
"We"re safe enough, I guess. It was a mighty neat job, Cerise, taken altogether, although the fools have been watching me night and day.
That"s the reason I did not come sooner."