Besides three hams there were coffee, cartons of crackers and cans of condensed milk.
"We fellows who live by our wits need the open air just as much as bank presidents, for our business makes a heavier drain on the nerves,"
continued the Governor after they had prepared breakfast. "Your pallor suggests that you may have emerged quite recently from one of those inst.i.tutions designed for the moral reconstruction of the weak and erring."
Archie"s eyes fell under the Governor"s keen gaze. But he realized that he must firmly establish himself in the man"s confidence by palming himself off as a crook with a prison record. In no other way could he be sure of the a.s.sistance and protection which the Governor alone could give him.
"Three months" jail sentence," he replied smoothly.
"Ah! A minor felony, I judge, from the brevity of your incarceration,"
replied the Governor, emptying the coffee pot into Archie"s cup. "I have never been in jail and to the best of my knowledge I have never been indicted; or if I have the sheriff has never caught up with me! My heart bleeds nevertheless for these poor devils who are always in the toils, and in my poor weak fashion I try to help them. Really, my dear Archie, thieves as a cla.s.s are shockingly deficient in intelligence. Until I dropped into the underworld they were a peculiarly helpless lot--like dear old Hoky whose loss I shall mourn to my dying day."
Archie flinched, but he was beginning to feel at home in his new role of a fugitive from justice, and murmured his sympathy without a quaver.
"My friend," said the Governor soberly as they rose from the table, "we have dipped our hands in the same dish and broken bread together. I"m strong for the old traditions of Arab hospitality and that sort of thing. There"s honor, you know, among thieves, and I"m rather keen for the sentimental side of the business. You may trust me, telling me as much or as little of yourself as you please. I don"t mind saving that you"re a likable chap, but pathetically helpless in emergencies like most of our brethren. It"s well for you that you fell in with me, with that little episode of the drug store hanging over you. I"ll be a good pal to you and I ask you to be straight with me. Are we friends or--"
He put out his hand questioningly. Archie grasped it, meeting the gaze of the keen gray eyes squarely, but with something of an appeal in them.
"All right, Archie--for such you shall be to the end of the chapter, whether you lied about it or not. And now let"s deal with practical affairs. I"m going to spend the afternoon on that stolen machine we"ve got back there; you"ll hardly know it when you see it again. I"ll paint"er white to symbolize our purity. There"s an a.s.sortment of clothes the boys have left here from time to time--all sizes and ready for any emergency. You can pick"em over while I"m working on the car. I"ve got a bag of my own stuff stuck around here somewhere." He filled and lighted a pipe, walked toward the kitchen end of the room and kicked a long box.
"If you"ll just push that aside you"ll find a door in the floor--quite a cellar underneath--made it myself. Candles on the shelf there. Don"t break your neck on the ladder."
He gathered up several cans of ready-to-use paint, and paused in the doorway to deliver a final admonition.
"If Hoky _should_ turn up--tall chap, a little bent in the shoulders, clean, sharp profile--call him Hoky and yell Governor before he shoots.
He"s very sudden with the gun, that Hoky; a lamentable weakness; spoiled him for delicate jobs, but I"m afraid that at last somebody"s got the drop on him."
The cellar was really a cave gouged into the earth and piled with trunks and hand bags stuffed with all manner of loot. There was enough silverware to equip a dozen households, and Archie amused himself by studying the monograms, thinking that quite possibly he was handling spoons that he had encountered on happier occasions in the homes of his friends. The trunks contained clothing in great variety and most of it was new and of good quality. He carried up an armful and found a gray suit that fitted him very well. Another visit yielded shirts, socks and underclothing, a slightly used traveling case with shaving materials and other toilet articles.
He bathed in the brook, shaved, dressed and felt like a new being. Only a few hours had elapsed since he walked uprightly in the eyes of all men; now he was a fugitive, and for all he knew to the contrary a murderer. He had accommodated himself with ease to lying and the practice of deceit; and even the taking of human life seemed no longer a monstrous thing. If he were caught in the Governor"s company he would have a pretty time of it satisfying a court of his innocence; but he considered his plight tranquilly.
In doffing the clothing he had acquired honestly and subst.i.tuting stolen raiment, it was almost as though he were changing his character as well.
In transferring his effects from the old to the new pockets he came upon Isabel Perry"s note, and grinned as he re-read it. He wondered what Isabel would say if she knew that he had already slipped the leash that bound him to convention and performed even more reckless deeds than she had prescribed for him.
"No callers? Well, I must say you"re a credit to our gents" clothing department!" the Governor remarked on his return. "That stuff was acc.u.mulated early in the spring by a couple of the boys who had no more sense. Silver, yes; you can melt it and sell it like pig iron; but how absurd to risk your neck stealing mere raiment! Still the word"s gone down the line and any of the brethren who"re in need of shelter and a change of clothes will find what they want here. You"ve picked about the best of the lot. What do you make of this? Found it in the car."
He extended a crumpled telegram which read:
Bailey Harbor, Me.
June 11, 1917.
Putney Congdon, Thackeray Club, New York.
I am offering the house for rent. Shall take every precaution to protect my children from your brutality.
A. B. C.
Archie felt the hut whirling round him. What he held was beyond question the reply of Mrs. Congdon to her husband"s telegram that had been left lying on the dinner table. And if Congdon had left New York for Bailey Harbor immediately to put into effect his threat to abduct his child, it might have been Congdon he had shot--not Hoky! The Governor, scrubbing the paint from his hands, called over his shoulder:
"An odd message! It had slipped under the seat. Good thing I found it."
"Where did you find that car?" asked Archie with an attempt at indifference.
"Oh, the bloomin" thing was run up under a clump of trees on the back road on the far side of Bailey. I thought maybe it was a stolen car.
Hoky and I separated there when the storm started. So I drove the machine to the place you found me waiting for him. Mr. Congdon has probably notified all the world of his sad loss." He held out his hands for Archie"s inspection. "This is certainly hard and fast paint, but it did the work all right. The owner of that machine wouldn"t know it now.
And not more than a spoonful of gas gone out of the tank; so we can make a long jump, Archie."
No jump they could make would be long enough, Archie reflected. He was afraid to ask further questions about the car and his senses were numbed by the effort to determine whether it was Hoky he had shot or Mr. Putney Congdon. If his bullet had impinged upon Congdon"s person, the man would undoubtedly believe his wife had ordered him murdered, and Archie found no consolation in the conjecture that he had added to Mrs. Congdon"s distress. If Congdon wasn"t dead he would be sure to make diligent inquiries in the village as to his a.s.sailant and the stolen car. The druggist would know who had taken the key and Archie had stated his purpose to walk to the station and take the five eleven train. But beyond Bailey Harbor he saw his alibi crumbling.
The Governor"s ceaseless flow of talk fortunately diverted his thoughts to more cheerful channels. He must stick to the Governor, who to be sure showed no inclination to desert him. Indeed the Governor evinced a sincere pleasure in his society, and if he behaved himself he might fill the void created in the man"s life by the loss of Hoky. He would remain in hiding until the whole thing blew over, whether it was Hoky or Putney Congdon he had shot in Congdon"s house.
He obeyed with alacrity a hint that he prepare luncheon; and after this had been consumed the Governor suggested a game of chess, produced a set of ivory chessmen from a cupboard and soon proved himself a skilful player.
"It"s wonderful for sharpening the wits," he explained. "When I"ve got a difficult job on hand I find a game stimulating to my faculties. Let me see, who was that telegram addressed to? Congdon; yes, that"s right.
Dropped into a chess club in Boston about a month ago and watched a chap playing, highly nervous fellow but a pretty stiff player at that. They called him Congdon all right and he may be the owner of that car. The thought pleases me. Heard him asking for his father, Eliphalet Congdon, who"s a chess fiend, too, it appeared. Had heard of him before--the old boy carries his will around in his umbrella just to tantalize his relations, who are all crazy to know what he"s going to do with his money. Something pathetic in a man chasing his own father over the country; doesn"t gee with our old ideal of the patriarchal system with father at the head of the table serving the whole family from one miserable duck. Ever notice a queer streak of eccentricity in people who toy with the chessmen? Of course you"re thinking I"m no exception to the rule, but the thought isn"t displeasing to me. That was a neat move--you"re waking up, Archie! Well, sir, young Congdon was offering something handsome to any one who"d steal the old man"s umbrella so he could get hold of the will. I"ve sunk pretty low, Archie, but stealing umbrellas is distinctly not in my line!"
At the end of two hours the Governor declared that they must take a nap before setting out and turned into one of the berths and was soon snoring. Archie was glad of a chance to be alone with his thoughts, but he found them poor company. After kicking about restlessly for a time he slept but only to wander through a wild phantasmagoria of crime in which Isabel Perry, dressed precisely as he had seen her at his sister"s, led him on from one wild scene to another, clapping her hands with delight at each exploit.
"You are doing splendidly," she laughed, as he turned to her, pistol in hand, after shooting a gigantic policeman with fiery red whiskers.
"Really you exceed my expectations. I am proud of you, Mr. Bennett," she was saying when a vigorous shake brought him up standing.
"To gain or lose it all," he stammered rubbing his eyes. But it was not Isabel he was addressing but his confederate, blandly smiling.
"The boy quotes poetry!" the Governor exclaimed. "Archie, you"ve come in answer to my prayers! Together we shall drink of the fount of Castalia.
We shall chum with Apollo and the Muses Nine! But the G.o.ds call us elsewhere! We"ll s.n.a.t.c.h a bite and be off! And we"ve got a job all waiting for us. One of the brotherhood has commissioned me to dig up some boodle he"s planted over in New Hampshire. You may recall the incident. Red Leary, a rare boy, who pulled off some big enterprises in Kansas and Missouri a dozen years ago, emerged from Leavenworth and floated into good old conservative New England where he held up an express messenger and sauntered off with fifty thousand dollars in new bank notes fresh from the Treasury. I"ve been in touch with Red lately--he"s been up in Nova Scotia but doesn"t like the climate, and he wants his boodle. Do you follow me?"
"He hid it somewhere and wants your help in recovering it?"
"Right the first time! In the summer there"s a lot of travel north and south and Leary, who"s had an honest job up there since he made the haul, is even now wandering down Lake Champlain to meet me. No, Archie, communication through the underworld is much less difficult than you imagine. Regular post offices and that sort of thing. That cash is tucked away in the cellar of a church and by this time tomorrow night we"ll have it, all ready for old Red and check the item from our tablets."
"But the numbers of those notes are in every bank in the country,"
suggested Archie; "the police are only waiting for the bills to get into circulation to pounce on the thief."
"I am more and more delighted with you, my son! That point had given me no little worry. But something will turn up; there will be a way out of the difficulty. Chuck your old duds into the creek and close the windows. We"ll hit the long trail!"
CHAPTER TWO
I
Out of the woods and once more on a smooth highway the stolen car sped like a frightened ghost through the starry night. The Governor drove with the a.s.surance of a man who knows what he"s about. Huddled in a long ulster he had found in the cabin, Archie, whose ideas of motoring had always been extremely conservative, yielded himself more and more to the inevitable. He was no longer a free agent but a plaything of circ.u.mstance. In no exaggerated sense he was a captive, a prisoner of the man beside him, whose friendliness was flattering and alarming in a breath!
At any moment they might be held up and subjected to scrutiny and questioning, and Archie experienced a tingle at the prospect; but the Governor had declared with apparent sincerity that he had never been in jail and this in itself was rea.s.suring, for presumably a man who so keenly enjoyed his freedom was a skilled dodger of the law. The Governor, who would have pa.s.sed anywhere for a successful banker or lawyer, had more of the spirit of the debonair swashbucklers of romance than any other man Archie had known. He might be a great liar, and Archie suspected that he was; and doubts of the man"s sanity troubled him not a little; but it sufficed for the moment that his comrade was steering him rapidly away from Bailey Harbor, and so far had managed the business with excellent judgment.
Occasionally the Governor lifted his voice in songs of unimpeachable literary and musical quality that rang sonorously above the hum of the engine.
"Who is Sylvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her,"