"Not especially so," he declared, stoutly.
"People gossip, you know. And Diana is charming."
"She"s an iceberg!"
"Oh, you have discovered that? Was she wholly unresponsive, then?"
"No," he said, with a touch of anger. "I have never cared for Diana, except in a friendly way. She amused me for a while when--when I was wretched. But I never made love to her; not for a moment. Afterward, why--then----"
"Well; what then?" as he hesitated, growing red again.
"I found she had taken my careless attentions in earnest, and the play was getting dangerous. So I went abroad."
Louise considered this explanation seriously. She believed he was speaking the truth, so far as he knew. But at the same time she realized from her own experience that Arthur might as easily deceive himself as Diana in his estimate as to the warmth of the devotion he displayed. His nature was impetuous and ardent. That Diana should have taken his attentions seriously and become infatuated with the handsome young fellow was not a matter to cause surprise.
Gradually Louise felt her resentment disappearing. In Arthur"s presence the charm of his personality influenced her to be lenient with his shortcomings. And his evident desire for a reconciliation found an echo in her own heart.
Mutual explanations are excellent to clear a murky atmosphere, and an hour"s earnest conversation did much to restore these two congenial spirits to their former affectionate relations. Of course Louise did not succ.u.mb too fully to his pleadings, for her feminine instinct warned her to keep the boy on "the anxious seat" long enough to enable him to appreciate her value and the honor of winning her good graces. Moreover, she made some severe conditions and put him on his good behavior. If he proved worthy, and was steadfast and true, why then the future might reward him freely.
Diana had been making careful plans for her interview with Arthur that Sunday afternoon. With no futile attempt to deceive herself as to existent conditions she coldly weighed the chances in her mental scale and concluded she had sufficient power to win this unstable youth to her side and induce him to forget that such a person as Louise Merrick ever existed.
Diana was little experienced in such affairs, it is true. Arthur Weldon had been her first and only declared admirer, and no one living had studied his peculiar nature more critically than this observant girl.
Also she knew well her own physical failings. She realized that her personality was to many repulsive, rather than attractive, and this in spite of her exquisite form, her perfect breeding and many undeniable accomplishments. Men, as a rule, seldom remained at her side save through politeness, and even seemed to fear her; but never until now had she cared for any man sufficiently to wish to retain or interest him.
There were unsuspected fascinations lying dormant in her nature, and Miss Von Taer calmly reflected that the exercise of these qualities, backed by her native wit and capacity for intrigue, could easily accomplish the object she desired.
Thus she had planned her campaign and carefully dressed herself in antic.i.p.ation of Arthur"s call when his note came canceling the engagement. After rereading his lame excuse she sat down in a quiet corner and began to think. The first gun had been fired, the battle was on, and like a wise general she carefully marshaled her forces for combat.
An hour or two later she turned to her telephone book and called up the Merrick establishment. A voice, that of a maid, evidently, answered her.
"I wish to speak with Miss Merrick," said Diana.
Louise, annoyed at being disturbed, left Arthur"s side to respond to the call.
"Who is it, please?" she asked.
"Is Mr. Weldon still there, or has he gone?" enquired Diana, disguising her voice and speaking imperatively.. "Why, he"s still here," answered bewildered Louise; "but who is talking, please?"
No answer.
"Do you wish to speak with Mr. Weldon?" continued the girl, mystified at such an odd procedure.
Diana hung up her receiver, severing the connection. The click of the instrument a.s.sured Louise there was no use in waiting longer, so she returned to Arthur. She could not even guess who had called her. Arthur could, though, when he had heard her story, and Diana"s impudent meddling made him distinctly uneasy. He took care not to enlighten Louise, and the incident was soon forgotten by her.
"It proved just as I expected," mused Diana, huddled in her reclining"
chair. "The fool has thrown me over to go to her. But this is not important. With the situation so clearly defined I shall know exactly what I must do to protect my own interests."
Mr. Von Taer was away from home that Sunday afternoon, and would not return until a late hour. Diana went to the telephone again and after several unsuccessful attempts located her cousin, Mr. Charles Connoldy Mershone, at a club.
"It"s Diana," she said, when at last communication was established. "I want you to come over and see me; at once."
"You"ll have to excuse me, Di," was the answer. "I was unceremoniously kicked out the last time, you know."
"Father"s away. It"s all right, Charlie. Come along."
"Can"t see it, my fair cousin. You"ve all treated me like a bull-pup, and I"m not anxious to mix up with that sort of a relationship. Anything more? I"m going to play pool to win my dinner."
"Funds running low, Charlie?"
"Worse than that; they"re invisible."
"Then pay attention. Call a taxi at once, and get here as soon as you can. I"ll foot the bill--and any others that happen to be bothering you."
A low, surprised whistle came over the wire.
"What"s up, Di?" he asked, with new interest.
"Come and find out."
"Can I be useful?"
"a.s.suredly; to yourself."
"All right; I"m on the way."
He hung up, and Diana gave a sigh of content as she slowly returned to her den and the easy chair, where Mr. Mershone found her "coiled" some half hour later.
"This is a queer go," said the young man, taking a seat and glancing around with knitted brows. "It isn"t so long since dear Uncle Hedrik tumbled me out of here neck and crop; and now Cousin Diana invites me to return."
At first glance young Mershone seemed an attractive young fellow, tall, finely formed and well groomed. But his eyes were too close together and his handsome features bore unmistakable marks of dissipation.
"You disgraced us a year or so ago, Charlie," said Diana, in her soft, quiet accents, "and under such circ.u.mstances we could not tolerate you.
You can scarcely blame us for cutting your acquaintance. But now--"
"Well, now?" he enquired coolly, trying to read her impa.s.sive face.
"I need the services of just such an unscrupulous and clever individual as you have proven yourself to be. I"m willing to pay liberally for those services, and you doubtless need the money. Are we allies, then?"
Mershone laughed, with little genuine mirth.
"Of course, my dear cousin," he responded; "provided you propose any legal villainy. I"m not partial to the police; but I really need the money, as you suggest."
"And you will be faithful?" she asked, regarding him doubtfully.
"To the cause, you may be sure. But understand me: I balk at murder and burglary. Somehow, the police seem to know me. I"ll not do anything that might lead to a jail sentence, because there are easier ways to get money. However, I don"t imagine your proposed plan is very desperate, Diana; it"s more liable to be dirty work. Never mind; you may command me, my dear cousin--if the pay is ample."
"The pay will be ample if you succeed," she began.
"I don"t like that. I may not succeed."